Power

I watched her struggling. I knew that it was part of her journey and her story. She had to come to a place where she understood and owned her power. She had to come to a place where she felt solid in herself and didn’t waver from her truth, even when she was told that she was wrong. While I knew that it was all part of her path and human journey it was painful to watch that night. 

She slipped silently away from the group. She retreated in what felt like a wave of anger, shame and embarrassment. She had been burned at the stake in a past life and this felt similar. She was on public display as she was laced down with words. As I watched her leaving I knew that she wasn’t coming back as the same person who was leaving. She was either going to be crushed or she was going to be empowered. I sat in silence, listening to the others speaking but not really hearing them. My mind was solidly with her. It was solidly with every woman struggling to understand their personal power. It was solidly with the woman inside of me who was struggling with the exact same story. 

She walked back into the room with her head held high. Her hair was neatly braided and she was put together. She entered the room and didn’t apologize for the space that she was taking up. She entered the room knowing her worth and claiming it without words. The shift in her was palpable. The shift in her was powerful. The shift in her was life force energy flowing freely through her. She silently took a seat and smiled in a slow and coy manner. She didn’t need words, her energy said everything needed.