The divine feminine is the heartbeat of creation, a radiant force weaving all of life; she is nature and spirit spun into unity. She is the Shipibo woman of the Peruvian Amazon, singing Ikaros to channel the wisdom of plant medicine, healing wounds and offering them back to nature’s embrace. She is Shakti in India, awakening Shiva, birthing stars from nebulae, both creator and destroyer. In Celtic traditions, she is the Triple Goddess, Maiden, Mother, Crone…..embodying life’s cycles, her power revered in rituals of independence and fierce courage. Across cultures, from Mongolia’s reindeer people to Mexico’s Zapotec, she is the steward of the land, giving a true sense of inner place, balancing the masculine in a dance of interdependence and mystery. My odyssey to meet her within myself began by becoming quiet within, inquiring, and observing her omnipresence whilst being free to explore the globe, acting upon her call, to finally sensing and seeing her true magic amidst what looked like a world in chaos .
In much of today’s world, her song is silenced. For many of us, like me, she was a deep inner longing, an ache for the presence of something richer, something alive, a breathing creative force that flows with ease like water from a mountain. Many modern Eastern and Western societies often cage her, designating her passion and power to passive roles, relegating her to servitude or caregiving, or diminishing her as not integral to leadership, thus diminishing her capacity to unite, be fierce, and demonstrate her creative essence. Many young women globally seem to yearn for her innate wisdom, crying out for her to be recognised within them. They take selfies instead of embracing what lies within them, all while drowning in a sea of “not enough,” feeling depressed, fearful, angry, or anxious, trying to belong or be seen, yet not truly knowing why. They are confronted with demands to “work hard, study more, get more knowledge, eat this, not that, be more, have more,” completely severed and disconnected from their innate possession of a deep well of creative, yet-to-be-embodied, wise healing power.
This suppression wounds humanity: water is poisoned, mountains are stripped bare of their treasures, and our elders’ and traditional peoples wisdom, ignored in favour of a narcissistic, mental mindset, destructive imbalanced profit-driven agendas, and “so-called progress’…..all just another name for ignorance, based upon the striving and drive for the endlessness of more. This unbalanced masculine dominance, which is often by observation fearful of feminine strength in modern Western cultures, skews the delicate balance, leaving society shaky, lost, and unable to see unity, clouded with judgment, anger, and beliefs that sheer brute force is how to tame and wield the ever-present feminine abundance of life. This keeps us off balance, narrowing our focus, excluding what is within and around us, obscuring how we are but a small form, yet embody the magnitude and unity of everything.
The feminine is not a subtle force; she is a rich, radiant universal power; she is intuition, tenacity, endurance, and creation in the roaring flow of rivers finding their pathway to the ocean; she is erupting volcanoes forging new landscapes, and trees rooted in wisdom creating forests of abundance. The mystery of her is like fires destroying the old and unnecessary, preparing new beds for growth. In ancient living cultures, like those of the North American Lakota, she is revered as Grandmother Moon to Grandfather Sun, her cycles fostering life alongside the masculine shape, strength, and structure, creating the luminous magnificence of the northern lights. Science echoes this: the sun and moon’s interplay births the aurora, a fantastic, mythic-like fusion of light, creating moisture that turns to rain, nurturing growth and abundance.
The journey for me, toward truly meeting her, began in darkness, disconnected from her true nature by the world’s fast pace, its need for more, and constant, impudent noise. In Peru and Guatemala, the priests and curandera/os Ikaro songs stir the soul, calling forth the medicine within, touching deeply hidden wounds, surfacing them, then gifting them back to the ancestors’ nurturing, healing embrace. Observing and participating in these ancient ways lifted burdens not mine, shadows that haunted my adult years, allowing me to let them go.”
In Mexico, a curandero’s ceremony dedicated to Pachamama revealed how water flows as a metaphor for life, showing the deities within her and demonstrating that stagnation breeds toxicity, making life unlivable, killing our soul, but natural movement and flow restore vitality. In Georgia, a Saudi woman shared the hijab’s sacred role, honouring and protecting what’s known as the crown chakra, given its holy, sacred connection to the divine. These encounters illuminated the feminine dormancy, like a volcano capped with snow, awaiting reclamation through surrendering to living nature’s wise rhythms. By accepting her invitation to see and touch living memories of her magic, beginning to hear her voice gradually, she slowly became the source guiding me to live freely, remember what it is to see life abundantly, as intended.
In the walkabout across these lands, I met Ahara, who shared her creation, how the feminine emerges, her unity bringing awareness to our very bodies, which are made of stardust, earth, fire, water and wind, revealing the reflection of the cosmos, grounding me within the pure yet mysterious elements of the feminine, like bittersweet dark cocao chocolate. She is a living, walking, flowing energy in me, a brilliant physical design. This gift of awareness anchored me to the reality of light, form, and love innate within all of life’s designs, showing me that she, the feminine, is not bound by gender or human ideology; she is a universal force of abundance, a powerful medley of wondrous variety, a violent yet magical act of imbued transformation.
To ignore her is to devalue all of life, her wise unity, her receptive giving in all of nature, that of flowing water, the gentle breath of fresh air, the touch of snow upon the fingertips. All these gifts are freely given, yet we monetise her, our continued egoic creation of fiscal obsession, to have more at the expense of something or someone else, to crave uniqueness and belonging, ignoring the deeply forged wound within us she is asking us to heal.
Reclaiming her is a revolution, a refusal to let the light be dimmed, empowering her voice for all to hear. Through Nacido Libre, a programme that came to light illuminated from within me, she curated an offering from our meeting. In her raw and truthful way, she showed me how using colour, movement, and vibrational inquiry illuminates the way to unhook from our past’s shadows, to unlock the door to singing our unique song, to begin to create fearlessly with movement and love, trusting deeply in her calling and the essence of life itself.
Like the Guatemalan Mayan weavers, if we embrace and trust in the feminine wisdom to forge new paths and new creations, set fire to and destroy the old, clearing dead ends like burnt knots, let go and embracing what is true and real with courage and tenacity, these acts become a call to rebellion against her continued inner suppression. Now is her call to heal the brokenness within and without, to transform our societies, our world, and move toward the new, to soften the masculine drive, end what doesn’t cultivate growth, bequeathing the seed of life to the feminine, igniting her vibrant innate capacity to create from the stillness, depth, and power of her essence, gifting her the right to resplendent, shining effervesence that is natural to being.
She is the revered Pachamama, the Earth Mother, igniting potential with harmony and balance. Her authenticity invites us to dance with the wind, grow like trees, and burn with deep, innate purpose, accessing the seeds within us, designed by the cosmos. Her call has become more urgent. By embracing her truth, we can weave a new world of unity, unlimited creation, beauty, and harmony, nurturing the masculine’s purpose toward ending what is out of balance and unnecessary to determine a new future.
