Healing for International Women's Day
An impromptu Sound Healing from my back garden. Healing all women, healing our Mother Earth, collaborating with the cleansing Spirit of the wind, and the steadfast presence of our Jacaranda Tree. Sound on, eyes closed, this is for you this Sunday.
On this day we remember the women of the earth.
The ones who came before us.
The ones walking beside us.
And the ones who will come after us.
We remember their strength.
Their endurance.
Their quiet, untold courage.
Because to live as a woman in this world has never been simple.
Across continents and cultures women are carrying more than they should have to carry.
Some are rebuilding what was destroyed.
Some are protecting their children through uncertainty.
Some are standing in places where even their voices are not welcome.
And still, women endure.
Even now, women are still fighting to be safe.
Still fighting to be heard.
Still fighting for the simple right to live freely in their own bodies.
And yet something ancient lives inside women.
Something instinctive.
Something untamed.
The old stories speak of her.
The woman who runs with the wolves.
The woman who listens to the deep voice in her bones.
The woman who senses truth long before the world gives it permission.
The woman who refuses to abandon her instinct.
She has walked beside women for centuries.
Through war.
Through exile.
Through loss.
Through rebirth.
She has never disappeared.
She rises whenever a woman dares to remember who she truly is.
She lives inside every woman who refuses to forget her wild soul.
To every woman standing in uncertainty.
To every sister who has lost her home, her safety, or her sense of direction.
You are not alone.
Across the earth women are still holding the fire for one another.
We are daughters of women who survived.
We are sisters walking each other home.
And we are the mothers of a future that still needs our courage.
“You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
— Maya Angelou
