Regardless, She’s just a Woman.
She needed a kind heart to listen… Planting Light Wisdom Seeds beneath a shell of constructs and conditionings.
Memories (good and bad) flooded her mind as she sat on the floor with photos scattered around her.
“I want to help Roger follow his passions. I want to support him, but I don’t want to manage a food truck for the rest of my life. I’m just so worried that I got out of one marriage and jumped into the exact same thing...
I don’t know what’s happening, there’s just something…”
Placing her hands over her heart, she searched but allowed the words to stay hidden.
Catching her eyes I say the words she wouldn’t. “Something is just missing. Not with Roger but in you.”
Tears streamed down her face. All she could do was nod yes.
We sat in silence as she found her next words.
“Sometimes, I sit with George [our neighbor] as cars pass. He rattles off the female drivers of each car. ‘Oh, she’s a doctor, she’s a teacher, or she’s a lawyer.’
He’s always so proud of their accomplishments. He never says anything about the stay-at-home moms. As if the stay-at-home moms hold no value to him. That they didn’t accomplish anything in life.
I loved being a stay-at-home mom but now my children are all grown up, getting married and starting new lives. I helped them achieve value, but I don’t have anything that would give me value now. All I did was raise the children and help my ex at his factory.”
I held space as she verbal vomited what she’d held secret.
I’d only come in to see if the washer was available. I had a ton of other things to do, but I listened. I offered support, affirmations, and Light Wisdom seeds until Roger came home.
I could go down a rabbit hole of the purgatory that women find themselves as empty nesters, but later. Just know that stay-at-home mom hold value. Always.
I hold thick boundaries with my “roommates”. They drip with white privilege, only respect queers or other races to a point and make very offensive jokes. Pretty much everything the red hat cult speaks drips out of their mouths unapologetically.
Truth holds no place around them and is met with thundering misinformation.
They are not my community, but my living situations keeps me here. I must keep a roof over my head and my energy and body safe. So, I pick my battles in conversations knowing I’m the odd man out.
YET in this moment, I didn’t the shell of constructs and conditionings she wears. I saw a woman.
A woman in pain, a woman in suffering, a woman that felt alone and lost. A woman that wanted healing.
I held the same space for her that I would hold for my dearest friends.
One: because she was just a woman, a human being living with raw emotions.
Two: had I not, I wouldn’t be standing in my truth. All beings are welcome, especially those that want to do the work.
Three: I would have failed the Divine Sisterhood, by turning away from her. Let me explain.
Opportunities to Awaken the Divine Feminine
I understand that regardless of the fear, hate and evil doings of these adults. Inside there is a wounded traumatized child searching for love and community. One that has been conditioned to believe that what they are doing will keep them safe within that hateful community. Doesn’t make it right.
And it’s not our responsibility to make these beings see the Light Wisdom. We could scream “look it’s right there!” until we are blue in the face, but they must see it for themselves. Sadly, many never will.
Yet, we’re presented with golden opportunities to catch these beings in raw human emotions such as I found my roommate in. A moment to speak to their authentic inner self.
An opportunity to plant seeds of Light and Love within that authentic inner self. And an opportunity for them to see an alternative path. One they may not have seen before.
I could have rattled off things about how the patriarchy she clung too was holding her down. How her church views have kept her from finding herself. How she actively supports this hate against women by siding with the red hat.
Yet, I chose not to (even though I had to bite my tongue and check my face a few times) because I saw past her constructed & conditioned shell. I saw a woman searching for what every woman I work with is searching for. True connection, purpose, and themselves.
I could have revealed in the suffering she created for herself, but it wouldn’t have served the highest good. Not for me, not her, and not the movement of the Divine Sisterhood.
If I’d said any of those judgmental statements, that golden opportunity would have slipped through my fingers. She would have slammed the door, locked it and thrown away the key. *I think about the ways I would have (and did) react at the start of my journey when someone struck a nerve.
Any potential Love and Light seed planting would have been lost. And who knows if she’d ever unlock that door for anyone else again. I would have turned my back on a sister in need, the sisterhood, my sovereignty and my work as a Light Wisdom teacher. A double whammy for the Divine Feminine Sisterhood.
Planting Seeds of Light Wisdom
When I find myself in these opportunities, I use discernment of what should or shouldn’t be said. I don’t hold anything back but only focus on what my intuition knows will be comfortable for them to hold. Things that isn’t too heavy or too painful to carry.
Making sure that they won’t take a bigger bite than they can handle I offer small vague Light Wisdom teachings. As if I were talking to a child. Which maybe I am, speaking solely to that inner child.
These vague Light Wisdom teachings become seeds that could spark inspiration, joy, hope, and love in those wounded inner children.
Seeds that will open them to different perspectives. Seeds that they can personally connect and grow to root in. Creating a desire to understanding why these seeds feel so good.
It won’t be an overnight miracle, but seedlings will start to grow.
Sprouting blossoms that will form a bridge between their disconnected world to a world of connection.
With my roommate, I’ll check in with her. I’ll look for more opportunities to water, nurture, and encourage those seedlings to grow. When I have the space for it.
I’ll offer her tools in the form of books, writings, songs, and exercises, so that she can start watering the seedlings herself.
Most importantly, I won’t hold expectations of how her journey will unfold but hold hope that it will unfold for the highest good of all.
In situations where I don’t know them personally, I may never know if something will bloom or not. I can only hope and send blessings it will.
At the end of the day, I know that I did what I could for a woman and sister in need.
I showed up for myself and the sisterhood by showing up for her. While holding my sovereignty and serving the resistance, the Light and the sisterhood. And there’s no better feeling than that.
If you want to share some joy with me… a cup of tea always brings a smile to my face. - thank you!
Mindfulness Practice:
Practicing Active Listening creates an opportunity to hear more than what someone is saying and meaning.
Active Listening not only opens new understandings and connection in relationships but deepens your connection to the Light Work. Allowing you to see the sister, the being of Light under the shell of constructs.
Reflect on the last week.
Did you practice active listening?
Would active listening have helped any of situations you were in?
What did you learn from practicing active listening?
How did you feel after practicing active listening?
