I dedicate this post to Sharon.
I know it through and through. You can be a woman too.
Here it is—read in all orders. There is no order to being a woman.
Not to advice. Advice is almost always given by people who don’t know how to listen and thus have no idea what it means to be alive. Listen. That is it. Listen to it all—especially to that which doesn’t use words. To the dark night, the space between the stars. To the dark night, the space between your ribs. And don’t wait around for the answers, there are no answers.
No, not in that sexy, seductive, totally predictable you found it in a magazine kind of way. You are mysterious. There is not a part of who you are that is not mystery. Look at your toes, your nose, sense your inner ear, your left thigh. How did all of this come to be, come together into form in this moment? Don’t answer that. Notice and listen.
Drop all Beliefs.
Yep…not just the completely silly stereotypical ones about what it means to be a woman—ALL OF THEM. A woman is not a set of ideas, beliefs, behaviors or attitudes. A woman is wild. And wild can’t be contained within beliefs—not a single one.
Get off the pavement.
That’s right, no metaphor here. It’s hard enough to be human without the hard ground always under foot. Heal your hands and feet on the soft earth. Concrete constricts the capillaries.
Don’t assume I know what I’m talking about.
Or for that matter, that anyone knows what they are talking about. Find out for yourself. And when you find out—and know through and through—what the truth is, what it means to be a woman—let it go and begin again. Truth isn’t truth if it’s carried over from the past.