Who would you be if you didn’t hold back?

Being/becoming the woman you already know yourself to be…

Ronna Detrick

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Photo by Thanuj Mathew on Unsplash

All your power, compassion, love, and strength would roar into any room, any conversation, any relationship. You would glide through earth and sky and sea, nothing able to hold you down, hold you under, hold you captive. You would ride upon the back of a lion, blazing across the surface of the sun. You would dance in the light of the fire with abandon; no hint of restraint. You would speak at a nearly guttural level, bringing words, ideas, and emotions to the surface that surprise even you. You would conjure up the most powerful and potent wisdom then disperse it into the darkest of spaces, the hardest of hearts, the saddest of souls, the hopeless, the helpless.

Who would you be? Let me tell you: You would be you.

The woman who is set-loose, impossible to contain, and a carrier of the Divine. The woman you see in your dreams and get glimpses of when you’re angry, ecstatic, passionate, heartbroken. The woman who knows what to do and what to say. The woman who would eradicate all injustice with a single flick of her wrist. The woman who would heal all hurts in one huge embrace. The woman who would sing her kin into strength like a Pied Piper-ess. The woman who, with one inhale, would gather the galaxy into her very soul and with one exhale, restore our wounded planet to wholeness once again. The woman who dances and dances and dances the world into joy and fullness and passion and truth.

The Maiden. The Princess. The Queen. The Crone. The Goddess. The Mother. The Muse. The Witch. Lilith. Eve. The Madonna. The Magdalene. And an entire Angelic Host.

This is you, woman. This is you!

Within you dwell all the women who have gone before — your direct lineage, to be sure, and that of every woman whose story was ever told (and especially those that weren’t). Within you sing the voices of thousands who have lain silent for generations but who are, even now, gathering their strength, their force, their shared wisdom to cry out, to proclaim, to weep, to laugh, to transform. Within you flows royal, sacred blood that is yours to own, yours to take nourishment from, yours to transfuse into all and everything you love.

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Ronna Detrick

I work and write on behalf of women and their re-visioned stories. These days you can find me on Substack.