I was driving home from teaching in Portland scrolling through a few favorite podcasts to see who and what would accompany me on the hour and a half drive back to the country.
An interview came up with Terry Tempest Williams. Immediately, I was set on her.
I won’t waste time. The only thing I will say is if you are in your office — all starched up and in the midst of a busy day, this will change you.
So, if you’re not up for that, you might want to save this for later.
Here is an excerpt from her latest book, “When Women Were Birds”. A very notable passage.
“If a man knew what a woman never forgets, he would love her differently. What a woman never forgets is when she allows a man to make love to her, she enters a pact with angels that should a child be conceived in that moment, she holds the life of another. A man can come and go, he pulls out and walks away. But a woman stays and remains tender. She wants to be held. She wants to talk. She wants to revisit that motion made inside her because in the lovemaking, a woman is remade - because until she bleeds, she knows that man is the father of her child, whether she ever tells him or not. Because until she bleeds, her body has been rearranged through his ecstasy and hers, which will become theirs. Because until she bleeds, repeat it again... repeat and repeat because until she bleeds, she imagines every possibility from pleasure to pain to birth to death and how she will do what she needs to do... until she bleeds.”
These are precious times, my friends. Women are standing up and shining bright. They are reaching out and radiating Truth in ways we have not seen as common in my lifetime, nor my mothers.
May we remember, in all ways, that we are Divine. These bodies are holy ornaments. Solid gold tethers to God. And however we treat ourselves, whatever we place inside of this sacred temple, may it be holy — food, drink, cosmetic, read, thought, man, woman, experience and conversation.
This God within and without longs for you to see yourself as Her.
There are things we don’t talk about so much. But never, ever, ever forget — if even stored somewhere in a dark corner of your life, that the eroticism, the orgasmic, the joy, the overwhelming pleasure of your life — it comes from within.
Stop asking others to be that for you,
treat you this way or that,
or make you feel any particular way at all.
You are your very own sacred vessel of erotic divine Light.
Own it. Nurture it. Claim it. Be it.
Now, back to your day job.
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