Bodily Fruit



What you think you’re seeking, is seeking you. You think it’s your Idea, your dream? It’s Life’s… seeking to express and emerge by means of You. For this you have been called. For this you have come to bear witness, full witness to the Glory of The One that is YOU. ~ M Morrissey

And I would add, you have come to bear fruit, ripe fruit borne from The One that is YOU.


Reverb10 Day 16
Prompt: Friendship. How has a friend changed you or your perspective on the world this year? Was this change gradual, or a sudden burst?


Wounds of the Feminine

This year has brought numerous realizations of this bearing witness; bearing witness to Life seeking to express and emerge by way of this Being in a female body. Much of this realization has been through women friends.

One of the most occluded areas of consciousness for me was in this place of love for other women, for love of woman.

There is no need to go through the ‘whys’ of this. Suffice it to say, past wounds of the feminine had grown great crusty scabs around my heart.

In my friendships with women, I’ve felt both joy and a kind of trembling fear at the possibility of dropping my defenses. I’ve been keenly aware of a place in my heart that was both longing for intimacy and fearing the exposure.

This year brought opportunities to trust that this was a place of great learning for me. And, in letting go into the places that held both fear and deep longing, I’ve found such a sweet, yet powerful, love. It’s a kind of love that is only available between women, because it is intrinsic to women. In this connection from woman to woman, I have come to know a part of womanhood that had been disowned.

Bodily fruit.

This love is tender, yet powerful.

This love is a mirror of purity, for women are pure in a way that is very practical: we are created with the body wisdom to bring the sacred into matter, the soul into human life.

This love makes my knees buckle for it tells me of the power that is at the heart of the receptive, nourishing, ripe and earthy female body.

In a passage that makes me swoon every time I read it, Rilke writes:

Women, in whom life lingers and dwells more immediately, more fruitfully, and more confidently, must surely have become riper and more human in their depths than light, easygoing man, who is not pulled down beneath the surface of life by the weight of any bodily fruit…

We bear bodily fruit, whether or not we bear children. This fruit requires nourishment from the body and soul. Life lingers in us, because life has created our bodies as vessels of creation. Life dwells here in these hips and thighs and breasts. When I open to this deep relationship with another woman, I feel this ripeness in her and in me.

This ripeness tells of a disowned knowing of what it is to be woman, tales long-forgotten in a masculine culture.

In these times, we are begin asked to remember this body wisdom. We are being asked to heal this place of wounding between woman and woman.

My friends are teaching me beautiful things about womanhood, precious powerful things about what we can awaken, enliven, and bring forth in ourselves to heal the crusty scab-bearing wounds of our times.

It is the blossom that brings forth the fruit. The blossom comes right out of the gray, hard bark of the tree. Somewhere within the tree itself lies the kiss that brings forth the apple. We women are no different. Somewhere within us lies the kiss that will awaken our ripeness, our bounty, our gift.

Can we open to, and receive, Life’s kiss?


And, You?

What wounds are you willing to heal?

Where do you feel Life’s Kiss upon you?

How have your friendships with women opened you to this bounty within your own Being?


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5 Replies to “Bodily Fruit”

  1. Ohh, ohhh Julie.

    And all I can do is swoon at your words.

    My own knees buckle, my own eyes well up with tears.

    Your kiss, your blossoming, your ripened fruit…

    It melts me, the deep human honoredness I feel, in your presence, in your companionship, to be a woman.

    So much love, so much blessing.

    My heart, my womb, my breasts, my mind, my soul…
    the work of my hands and the work of my words….

    and the tears in my eyes…

    salute you and celebrate you and thank and thank and thank you.

    Thank you.

  2. Believe it or not, I was looking up “kiss” in the dictionary the other day. I love words and I was creating art from weathered dictionary pages, so I looked… and it told me a kiss was # To touch or caress with the lips as an expression of affection, greeting, respect, or amorousness and kiss was also # To touch lightly or gently.

    There is such a divine quality from the light, loving touch of a woman. It is so precious to remember that, as a woman – to receive that quality of touch.

    Every day I am grateful I am a woman and grateful I have soul friendships with other women who understand the power of kiss, be it from the lips or from the hand, the eyes, the fingertips, the voice… the typed words of a comment on a blog post…. each and all gentle touches: light and strong. Tender and sure. Womanly.

    Thank you.

  3. This is glorious Julie!

    “Somewhere within the tree itself lies the kiss that brings forth the apple. We women are no different. Somewhere within us lies the kiss that will awaken our ripeness, our bounty, our gift.” > Love!

    Awakening in each other’s presence is a joy and honor. Love!

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