How much have we hidden to show only one side? How many parts have we divorced, and where did those parts go? What does it mean to make a welcome home for ourself, after we sent her away?
Woman, you do not fit into narrow prescriptions.
You are an endless landscape, an ecosystem entire of light and dark, rot and flowering.
You are the seed breaking forth, angry and determined.
You are the dark soil parting and nourishing.
You are the gift that the world called forth, you are whole and holy, you don’t need what you don’t already have.
You are sprout and root, stem and leaf, not a mere flowering part.
You are all the death that hides and the life that brings you back, again and again.
This is the true story of woman. Don’t let them tell you any different.