I was born in the house of desire.
The warm home where longing is born on loop and why women know the
tug, pull, burn, crush
and the way it crawls up our bellies to our hearts, to our throats
more truly than those of men and so we are blamed for desiring,
wanting too much, dreaming the impossible, nonsense, where' the logic,
can't get no satisfaction
because the male centered world we live in has forgotten (or hidden?) the truth:
The uterus is the beginning.
The life-maker herself.
The womb & act of creation.
All wild things spring forth from here including babies
every other screaming flame and packet of seeds calling us on and on into becoming. Whispering more. Hook and anchor into the same true self.
Do not be ashamed of her wisdom and frivolity. Do not be stoic in your wanting.
The uterus knows.
Read More about Elisabeth and her work with mothers here.