Through my work, I’ve been blessed to witness the soul of a woman. Every time I see her beyond what she shows to the world, I see nature within her. I see mountains, rivers, and flowing streams. I see the power not only to hold creation but also to bring it forth.
A woman is not a force to be explained. She is to be embraced with love.
Each time I witness a woman expressing herself, awakening, crying, or simply falling in love with her own being, I realize what a miracle she truly is. There is a magic in the way she carries wisdom within her, waiting to be remembered. When she awakens to her truth, she sees why the Divine chose to manifest through her.
I once asked my teachers from the higher realms about the significance of being born as a woman. The answer touched me deeply: “Only in this body can you experience the Divine so completely.”
There are stories that reflect this truth. It is said that even Arjun had to take the form of Arjuni to experience oneness with Krishna. As a man, one may know God, but as a woman, one can experience God within. In tears and in joy, the Divine is felt so closely that devotion itself becomes liberation. Sabari offered simple tasted berries and found union, while mighty warriors had to battle for release.
Even in the play of the Divine, Krishna chose to manifest his deepest love as Radha. Shiva found his completeness only through Shakti.
When I reflect on all this, I see that being a woman is not about meeting the expectations of the world. It is about remembering the truth of who you are – a living portal of the Divine, carrying within you both the power and the tenderness of creation itself.
Hare Hare.