A Woman’s Sovereignty

Since time immemorial, humans have been confronted with the parameters and definitions of what it means to be a woman. The considerations of power, control, and capacity have been challenged, uplifted, abhorred, celebrated, and feared. Endless cycles of adoration to distrust in the power, quite literally, towards half the population on Earth. Women are born with a deep well of creative energy. God-given potential from the beginning to create, nurture, love, and heal, not only themselves, but everyone around them.

Now, to be sure, as with all things there are exceptions and I speak from a perspective of the center of the bell curve rather than the tails. However, I do believe, whether we are considering the sovereignty of women or men, that when we’re given trust and space to stand in our power that we have the capability to do the most good for all. It starts with ourselves, then extends to our inner circles of family and friends, then our larger communities, countries, and eventually the world.

It seems clear to me that at some part of the root of this disconnect to allow women to be wholly embodied in their feminine power of creation, is due to a lack of understanding. The necessity of the nurturing mother, the passionate temptress, the intuitive healer, the pristine virgin, the actualized yogini all must have their place for balance to exist amongst the masses. In the mere existence of these archetypes, a polarity is created that electrifies and balances life. For light to exist, there must be dark. The full spectrum of expression and experience is what draws us back into our centers, individually and collectively. The dark doesn’t need to be “bad”. The shadows don’t need to “scary”. However, they do need to be given space and understood in order to have their rightful place and not scream out from a marginalized place. What we resist persists, as they say.

In considering what it means to be a sovereign woman, consider all of her aspects neither as good or bad, but as necessary for the human experience and survival. To allow is to love, and to love is to live. And when we’re living unencumbered by the stories and limiting beliefs imposed by others, we’re able to generously and intuitively give of ourselves to ourselves and those we love.

This poem is one I wrote when I truly felt the freedom to be, express, create, and love life as it was flowing through me. Pure energy transmuted into elations that both I and the world needed. This is what empowered women do and how they show up. So how about we let them?

oh baby i’m just passing through 
an’ baby i’ve got work to do 

the music rises high
from my boots to my thighs 
from my belly to my breasts
waking my heart to explosions

ignition

  vibration 

      illumination

        my fire within 

the moon passes me by
her luminance lights my eyes
blooms in my belly nourished by her light
escorting  my dreams to day

imagination

  creation

    elation

       my manifestation

oh baby it’s all coming true
an baby it’s all for me and you

In love and gratitude, Renee Meera