from chapter one “The Initiation”

“To deeply choose the way of the feminine is not for the faint-hearted my loves as the choice is steeped in the audacity of choosing her in a world hell bent on erasing her. Our choice is about what happens when we remember as a collective and return to her source. When this moment arrives it can be in the deep silence of the darkest of moons as it is felt as a tug on the heart. At times it can be ever so gentle, yet at times it is like a strike of lightning. This whisper that rises from within us, beckons us toward something deeper, wilder and truer. A feeling that the life we have been living, the ways we have been taught to speak, move, and behave, do not fit the exquisite and unique shape of our soul nor the raw expression of our existence.

Oh, it is not always convenient. In fact so very often, it is deeply inconvenient. Much like how the world often views women themselves. You see, this whisper is not concerned with perfection nor with an acceptable shiny polish, because it requires a messy and uncomfortable truth that does not ask for obedience but for the epitome of who we are as women.

This my loves is the calling.”