Emotionally, spiritually, I am now more in a dialogue with my Woman, the politics of being woman, and the violence done to this woman by Structures that gag her
all I want is to find my way back to that place in me from which emanates peace. I am barefoot. Nettles abound. It could take a while. A while, also, to wipe the slime of semen – what it represents – from my life. Not with milk. Milk and semen are not equal adversaries. It is to blood – wondrous loose untampered surges – to blood, that I re/turn; to the supremacy of a blood they do not share, a blood that is cleansing, will protect me. It is not war I wish to declare (though I understand that they can’t live without their battles intellectual, economical, sexual, religious… defining themselves through destruction of the Other, their strength gained through y/our subjugation), nor do I hoist the flag. You cannot beat me because I will not fight: your battle. On your terms. I just: want to: (go (home)): wipe from my path all that impedes me from being who it is my destiny to be. Not in relation to you, or any other, but in relation to, and in harmony with, my own divinity.
(from private correspondence with L.L. December 2011)
2 thoughts on “Beyond”
there is so much of Warrior resonating in here. A clear-cut stand on finding balance throughout Nature´s resources (as your own divinity unwraps to you. A bit like a Greek goddess, you are firmly stating your point). Being; there is a soft facet, too. The softness of going back home after crusading through a long journey. Do I need to add that I like this picture A LOT? :=)
Thanks for your sensitive and lyrical comment, Federica!
We all have many shades. I like to show my differing inclinations so I don’t end up in one box 🙂