There is a specific kind of ghost that haunts the hallways of a woman’s life. It isn’t the ghost of a person, but the ghost of a moment—a threshold we crossed without ever realizing the door had locked behind us.
To be clear, I fully acknowledge that men are haunted by the same ghosts. I can only speak from a woman’s perspective because that is all I have ever been but my heart goes out to the guys as well.
In the “Body of a Goddess” philosophy, we often focus on the becoming. We celebrate the blooming, the quickening of the womb, the strengthening of the muscle, and the expansion of the spirit but to truly inhabit the divinity of the feminine is to also honor the receding. To be a Goddess is to be both the Spring and the Winter. It is to recognize that our lives are a tapestry woven not just with threads of gold but with the invisible threads of things that have quietly ended.
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