Hear Our Roar


Anger has been up for people. I don't mean anger at little inconveniences, but rather something bigger and more primal. It's like the women of this world are fed up with the old ways--they are done with always being nice, running around behind other people and making things work--and they are mad about it.

They are roaring for the world to hear. They are the lionesses. They are beckoning in new patterns, new processes, new ways of being. Tired of being the ones out in front, they are opening space around them so that we can hold hands and do it together. And if you are waiting for them to carry you forward again, you are going to be left behind.

These women are the holders of emotions, the seers of things. They do the processing and the emotional work so that others don't have to. They smile and continue on, as if carrying nothing, with the weight of 10,000 stones on their backs.

I hold space for your roar. I feel the grandmothers speaking across generations, standing in solidarity beside us. We are not alone.

And yet however powerful the roar, screaming from the sidelines has never transformed the world on its own. And so we search for all the many ways in our daily lives we can live in new patterns. Can we work in loving collaboration, even when it means saying no? “Do it yourself.” Can the holders of truths speak these truths instead of hide? Can we find new ways to hold accountability as a gift from God rather than a sign that you aren't loved as you are?

I see you, anger, and I realize that it has been a long time coming. These patterns we are uprooting have kept us alone, exhausted, disconnected. Yes, we must break apart the old ways, but let this anger be fuel not just for demolishing, but for creating new ways forward. What are you rebuilding in your life right now?

~c


This Week’s Reflection

What you’re doing is not who you are.

Featured Photo by Violet

This is my perfect Peppa, napping in her beloved grass--a bed and snack. Peppa loves treats and food, especially popcorn and tasty fruits. She loves to talk to her favorite people and always lets her opinions be known.


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