â€œIt fascinates me how all of us arrived here on earth from a womb, but none of us actually remembers how it felt like to be in a womb; perhaps enclosed, perhaps tight, perhaps safe, perhaps protected from life here on earth.â€â£
How do we reconnect with the part of ourselves that was once our sacred space, the center of our gravity, especially living in the shadows of a patriarchal society that continues to separate us from our own source of love and power?
From the moment we are separated from our motherâ€™s womb, we spend our entire lives trying to reunite and rekindle with the familiar feeling of unconditional love that created us, whether it is through our relationship with others or with ourselves. What if there is no void: you are whole and complete as you are and there is nothing that needs to be fixed, for you cannot truly mend something that isnâ€™t broken. â£
How do we as women, realign ourselves back to the â€œwombâ€ from which we emerged? The utero, which was once our first chamber of embodiment, in our belongingness. What would it feel like to remember this space that still exists within the quiet depths of our being?â£
ðŸ’¡My journal prompt for you today: â£
What does the word, â€œwombâ€ mean to you? What are the emotions that come to surface? â£