When we look to the medical fraternity for help with illness when we have access to knowledge about herbs, we give something away from deep within ourselves.
With our husbands too; when we operate from the place that seeks their approval, the same thing happens, erosion of some deep connection with the wise woman in ourselves.
I know these things because I have lived this perpetual seeking of my husband's approval as an extreme example and with Shanti's illness I can suddenly see the connection with the loss of power I experience through my marriage in the way I suddenly rushed to the doctors when Shanti's condition declined.
Through chance encounters and amazing wise woman tfriends, my rush to the doctors got rerouted to Chinese medicine and her decline in health got easily sorted with herbs and acupressure.
This discussion is not about there being something wrong with the medical system, merely it is a very physical approach to health and in this way is not subtle enough for many of the health problems we have to overcome, especially with our sensitive children.
This discourse is about women accessing the wisewoman within, day to day, in the real moments, when it matters. I intuited that the whooping cough illness with Shanti had life changing lessons with it, especially with regard to trust issues. I have trusted spirit and surrendered on plenty of occasions to serendipity. I had no idea spirit was going to pull me inside out over this, leaving me naked and empty in the storm, madly snatching at John for help and understanding; overlooking my own power.
I have taken us to hell and back, again. My family ravaged with the insanity of it; woman needing man's approval, bi-passing ancient knowledge. Women are the custodians of wisdom as we collectively carry the genetic information of the past into the future. Our true power lies in the ether, in prayer. Man needs words and we need silence. We are the generation of women who have immature male to deal with, very often, and we were given guilt as our inheritance. Forbearance and accessing the wise woman within has the power to overcome our genre's challenges.
The storm is over and John's devotion shines like a beacon. He is a rock and serves our family with stability. I am something less tangible and magical if I go within for solace. When I look to the divine mother I no longer need approval, I am connected to source and therefore can be transformed as the feminine power of my womanly self. It is not something my husband need know about, though through irony he would sense it as an extraordinary change in me that would release him from the lower male energy that by design, avoids the woman.
Peace in my heart
Peace in my family.
Peace in the world.
Peace on earth.
Shanti OM
Connected by MOTOBLUR™
With our husbands too; when we operate from the place that seeks their approval, the same thing happens, erosion of some deep connection with the wise woman in ourselves.
I know these things because I have lived this perpetual seeking of my husband's approval as an extreme example and with Shanti's illness I can suddenly see the connection with the loss of power I experience through my marriage in the way I suddenly rushed to the doctors when Shanti's condition declined.
Through chance encounters and amazing wise woman tfriends, my rush to the doctors got rerouted to Chinese medicine and her decline in health got easily sorted with herbs and acupressure.
This discussion is not about there being something wrong with the medical system, merely it is a very physical approach to health and in this way is not subtle enough for many of the health problems we have to overcome, especially with our sensitive children.
This discourse is about women accessing the wisewoman within, day to day, in the real moments, when it matters. I intuited that the whooping cough illness with Shanti had life changing lessons with it, especially with regard to trust issues. I have trusted spirit and surrendered on plenty of occasions to serendipity. I had no idea spirit was going to pull me inside out over this, leaving me naked and empty in the storm, madly snatching at John for help and understanding; overlooking my own power.
I have taken us to hell and back, again. My family ravaged with the insanity of it; woman needing man's approval, bi-passing ancient knowledge. Women are the custodians of wisdom as we collectively carry the genetic information of the past into the future. Our true power lies in the ether, in prayer. Man needs words and we need silence. We are the generation of women who have immature male to deal with, very often, and we were given guilt as our inheritance. Forbearance and accessing the wise woman within has the power to overcome our genre's challenges.
The storm is over and John's devotion shines like a beacon. He is a rock and serves our family with stability. I am something less tangible and magical if I go within for solace. When I look to the divine mother I no longer need approval, I am connected to source and therefore can be transformed as the feminine power of my womanly self. It is not something my husband need know about, though through irony he would sense it as an extraordinary change in me that would release him from the lower male energy that by design, avoids the woman.
Peace in my heart
Peace in my family.
Peace in the world.
Peace on earth.
Shanti OM
Connected by MOTOBLUR™
