I’ve been thinking lately about how we shame the “wounded feminine.” Collectively, I sense that we do this, after we realize what the “wounded feminine” is, we shame the feminine for being wounded.
What a patriarchal thing to do.
But these expectations of the feminine live in each of us – that it be altogether nourishing, open, motherly, sacred, divine. That it be forever giving, endlessly available. You can check in with yourself about what your expectations of the feminine are – in yourself and in others. Also, your expectations of the Earth, as feminine, in her great resources. Do you expect it to be ever-available to you?
Which brings me to my point – we have wounded the feminine. Yes, patriarchy as it consumed the feminine as the fuel for it’s machine, but also, every one of us has participated in this.
We’ve simultaneously expected the feminine to be all things (the Mother), to be ever-resourced, to be available at any moment (the Whore), and then shamed the feminine for it’s depletion.
What is the wounded feminine that we would shame? It is a depleted feminine, but one that is in active identification with that depletion. The wounded feminine has not yet realized how to become re-resourced. (Re-sourced.)
The wounded feminine is often in victim consciousness, struggles to have enough money and resources, wants a rescue, becomes emotionally manipulative to get it’s needs met, and doesn’t see any way out of its own struggle. It doesn’t know who it is or how powerful it actually is.
And instead of collectively saying, “Of course! Wounded feminine, I’m here for you! Let me help because I see that of course this would be the natural effect of thousands of years of raping and pillaging!” we instead shame it for ever being weak. For not being more “sacred.” For needing the masculine rescue, when we entrained it to need a masculine rescue.
What is the medicine for the wounded feminine? Not a big strong masculine for it to further submit to. No. The medicine is love. Remembering its innate creative power. Remembering the holy cosmic union between masculine and feminine that was free of distortion in originality, before thousands of years of skewed understandings of disempowerment and power-over.
Stop shaming the wounded feminine – in you, in everyone – which only serves to further deplete Her. Love Her up. Now more than ever. She’s on the rise and she needs your tender strength.
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