Earth My Body, Water My Blood

Moving Beyond Girlie, Further Exploration of Feminine Expression

After the fires of the mind & heart fade, there is body.

For me, it seems to always be the most intuitive and helpful thing….in hindsight, but my lowest priority in the present moment.

The things I often resist turning to in times of stress, but at some point become my only option.

And yes, in addition to being stardust, when we are living, we are also water.

While my mind & heart possess the fire of life, I believe I will be called to water in one way or another. Always.

Until no longer.

I’ve learned that moving slow and prioritizing recovery best facilitates connection to body. In yoga philosophy & other eastern teachings the term yin to describe this type of energy & motion.

Yin is often juxtaposed with yan energy — the energy of doing, of achieving, of performing, of ego. More broadly, it’s common to see feminine qualities assigned to yin or slow and soft movements. ‘Father sky, Mother Earth’ etc.

I just find it fascinating that these unspoken forces all seem to be pulling in the same unseen direction.

In this way, I’ve learned that my embodiment practice — my connection to earth & creation — is a spiritual one as well.

It’s the connection to earth that the little boy inside finds when his fire has seemingly gone out. All alone out in nature staring up at the moon.

Knowing deep down that he belonged, if not to the men & culture they created, to the earth.

On Sunday, my pastor imagined what it would be like if more folx knew who they were and took up space for themselves.

What would happen if we were to stand on the street corner (down) and shared more of ourselves:

For me, that would be that reconnection with the Divine Feminine is my most embodied type of work, and closest thing to following Jesus that I could ever imagine.

I think that’s what keeps people around honestly. That underneath the fire, ego, and performance there is a Martha with a clipboard.

And a Mary yearning to apply focus to her passions.

And even though yes, I still use he/him pronouns, I also use she/her sometimes too, and

no I really don’t care if that makes sense to you or not. (Make sense by what kinda heteronormative standard anyway?) But

yes — after a few initial convos I’m happy to be paid for my time walking you through some theory, theology, self-reflection, etc etc etc. (Not my main goal but time is money in this late-stage capitalism economy, henny)

And no — celebrating my femininity (as defined by societal standards) doesn’t mean I want to be a woman.

There is room for men to experience and express the full spectrum of life — including expressions classified as feminine.

There’s room for that and so much more. But that’s theology for another post.

Burn, baby burn.

whip, whip