Waiting here I feel nothing.
Why does this comfort me?
We are so raw and vulnerable.
I find myself raw and vulnerable.
I feel tendered by the vibrancy
of her stories.
The way her eyes light up and the
tears swell.
What a gift to be a woman!
What a gift to hear her stories!
I feel awakened by
her sorrows and enlightened by
her joy. We are entering into a
beautiful circle. We are in the
Circle of Womanhood.
I have seen the secrets in
her eyes.
What a gift to be a woman!
How real, how strong,
how opening. The very definition
of empowerment, the very experience
of humility.
A tear, a woman, a mother, a story.
A circle of womanhood.