“…this is where I want to love all the things it has taken me so long to learn to love.” ~David Whyte
I want to write about love.
Between women.
Love between women that was never part of the world I grew up in.
Love between women that defies the (il)logic of patriarchy.
Love that is outside the acceptable norm of patriarchal society.
This love between me and woman has been a long time coming.
To love woman in this way goes against unspoken rules.
It pushes up against learned fears.
And it compels me to belly-up to the place of trust, where the tenderness of past hurts reveals its pink flesh.
This love is far beyond simply promising not to put other women down.
This love is far beyond knowing that supporting another woman does not diminish me.
This love is more simple than all of these thinking things.
This love comes from the place deep within my body that is the radiance of the living, breathing essence of the sacred, divine feminine.
To love woman is to know the purity of the place made ready for new life, whether or not this place ever produces new life.
It has taken me a long time to learn to love woman – in myself, in others, and in its most essential form, the sacred, divine feminine.
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This post is in response to The Summer of Love Invitational, where the lovely Mahala Mazerov has invited bloggers to write about loving kindness.
