The divine feminine

Foto:  Kirsty-Mitchell

The divine feminine is not a look. 

It is not an age. 

It isn’t a style, a fad or something that needs to have accessories. 

It is not something that can be purchased 

and it is not something that can be sold.

It doesn’t matter how you dress. You don’t need jewelry, robes, feathers, tattoos or specific hair. You don’t need certain designers or stylists.

No matter how you chooses to decorate or not decorate your temple, 

you are the divine feminine.

It doesn’t matter where you live, where you go on vacation, what you do, how you pray or who you love. It doesn’t matter if you have a title. It doesn’t matter if you use mala beads or a rosary, if you are celibate or love sex; you are the divine feminine.

Right here, 

right now, 

in this body, 

in this moment, 

you are the divine feminine. 

In your rage at the injustice of the world and in your deep love and compassion. In your celebratory wine tasting night with your sisters and in the heart wrenching moments of solitude. You are the divine feminine.

You do not have to commit to one box, definition, label or description.
The divine feminine is inclusive and embraces all that surrounds her not needing to be cut up and defined.

Like beautiful waves on a shining sea, 

we are each of us flowing in our individual splendor; 

unique, undefinable and still connected 

by the divine currents of this sacred flow.

You are the divine feminine.

Embrace your brilliant individual light.

Ara