No More Napkins...

As a child, men would speak to god for me.

If I wanted to speak to god, i could speak to god in only two ways. In private.

In a group of women but with a napkin on my head.

It could never be in the presence of a man.

I had to apologize for being a female.

I was unsupported and lost.

I felt small and unimportant.

Unheard.

Maybe if speaking to god didn’t come with a list of conditions, more people would do so.

Another “man” telling us what to do, judging us, threatening us with life and death for compliance.

At the stake of love and life. This is the stereotype god. The god created by no one other than man and bent over compliant women.
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This is today’s god.

In my cells flows life. Love. Energy.

I walk with the living ground beneath me.

I breathe love and let it circulate through my body igniting fires the universe sent me here to start.

I move energy with will and alignment.

This is how I speak with source, mother earth, universe, god, whatever you call it.

Supported.
Clear.
No men.
No napkins.

~Ce’arra