Ready for the world, hot, throbbing, and wet. My pleasures are treasures. My desires are met. Sister Goddesses together, what we want, we get. Our community is truly ecstasy in the flesh! And I’ll never forget that Pussy knows best ’Cause when a woman’s turned on The whole world is blessed!

low-level grief

Keeping a disapproving lid on our rich emotional lives results in debilitating depression and a sense of being disconnected from life,

In this way, rupture becomes the key to our evolution. It goes from being the perpetrator of our suffering to an honorable and necessary part of our sacred journey.

When a girl’s heart is broken, she has no recourse and no resources. She seeks out the soothing arms of another to comfort her. When an initiated woman ruptures, she knows that the answer to her despair and desperation can be found in her own body.

Our patriarchal culture does not honor grief. (Or rage. Or longing. Or jealousy. Or frustration—just to name a few.) We are all supposed to have plain vanilla emotions like happiness, compliance, and supportiveness.

What I see now is that I needed to be broken open. If not, I would have continued to live a small, girlish life, waiting for my prince to come rescue me.

When a woman doesn’t embody her rupture and move it through, she has turned away from the gift of life. Her lights are off, and her radiance goes dark.

Rupture turns into depression and anger when it is not expressed, not moved through the body. It deadens a woman from the inside out.