The Edge of Her: Celebrating, Honoring, Creating
The Edge of Her is dedicated to all who honor the edge of our creation through life's traditions, stories, and connections with the Divine Feminine. "When you can't go forward and you can't go backward, and you can't stay where you are without killing off what is deep and vital in yourself, you are on the edge of creation." ~ Sue Monk Kidd, Dance of the Dissident Daughter
Blog Category: SageWoman
Sitting by the Fire
"When you can't go forward and you can't go backward, and you can't stay where you are without killing off what is deep and vital in yourself, you are on the edge of creation." ~Sue Monk Kidd
Each and every one of us is continually invited into soft, sacred spaces. We dance, we dip, and we sip from the chalice of celebrating, of honoring and of embracing the Divine Feminine. Welcome to one of those soft places where All are welcome; where the Edge of Her is ever present.
So why now? Why now honor this Divine Feminine, this delicious energy of radiant chaos, of creation? I’ll let you in on a secret: Her story has been unfolding long before we came here and will continue to blossom well after we’re gone. We are just lucky enough to be witnesses to Her rise in power, feeling every forceful contraction of Her womb as we are birthed and re-birthed into the energies of this dynamic time.
But what is this time anyway? Sit quietly. Look around. See what is happening all around you, within your family, your community, your world. This is a critical time for us to collectively come together, to sit with open hearts, and to offer ourselves the ability to be fierce, to be gentle, to be open, and to be spontaneous with our creative process no matter whether it happens in the garden or the board room. There is a fervent, deep rolling in the underbelly and we have all received Her invitation to be fully present, to leave our personal and collective ego at the door. It is time for us to stop apologizing for rolling in the luscious essence of our true sybaritic self!
She is here to help guide us. And, of course, so is He. And while I deeply celebrate the unity and delicate balance between both of these primal forces, this particular space will rely more on Her voice, Her rhythm because She is more than ready to be heard.
So who is She and why am I writing about Her? I am a woman in my mid-30’s according to chronological time, yet the more I embrace my own juiciness, my own connection with Her, the younger I become, the more vital I feel internally! My energies hum and buzz at the thought of rising to the occasion; to actively become a change agent for conscious creation on the planet at this time. And who do I turn to? I turn inward and ask Her for help.
She is you. She is me. She is all of us, men and women alike. She is the vitality which streams from the Earth and the fierce wind which whips in from the North who carries the voices of our ancestors. She is born every day upon our awakening and rocks us into slumber each night. She dances in our dreams. She is the food we eat, the music we swing our hips to, and She is the force to be reckoned with when we rip and cheat ourselves out of living an authentic, open-hearted, passionate life. She is the gentle undulations between lush, green hillsides and the rocky cliffs standing strong against the beating of the ocean. She goes by many names and shape-shifts into many forms, but needs none of these forms to know She is recognized.
While I personally choose to associate Her with divine light and everyday integral components within the fabric of our human stories, you are welcome to paint your own canvas. I give Her no name in particular because She needs none. She is who you want her to be in this exact, spontaneous, creative moment!
And here? In this space? This is a soft, sacred space where creation, imagination, and profound heart connection is more than welcome. It is a space which happens to be just one voice of many through which She speaks. The journey is long, but it need not to be arduous. Please come! Rest with me by the fire and hold my hand. Let us share stories, sing, laugh, and cry together. Allow me to weave tender threads of love around your heart while I bow in honor and gratitude of All who choose to join me.
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