Thank you to all the women (& supportive men, and inbetween folk) who did The Women’s March for us; we are indeed all Goddesses, as we march, and as we age- this reblog post is so perfectly macro and micro #TIMESUP #thefutureisfemale
I grew up as a good Catholic girl. In my world, God was man. He was a tall white man with a light brown beard and a white robe.
God was male.
But I’m not a little girl anymore.
Now I am a mother. I saw my own body grow and stretch and bend itself to give life to my three children. That made me wonder if perhaps the true deity was a woman.
I have been lucky enough to watch my daughter become a mother. I watched her body grow and stretch and bend itself to give life to my grandchildren. That made me suspect that I was right is seeing the true deity as a woman.
Today I helped my 87 year old mother as she took a shower, washed her hair, got dressed and settled herself into her favorite chair to rest after those efforts.
View original post 285 more words