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04/26/2021

Good question.

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04/14/2021

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04/12/2021

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02/12/2021

11/15/2020

I am the daughter
of a daughter.

Who is the daughter
of a daughter.

Who is also the daughter
of a daughter.

Some of us are mothers
but all of us are daughters,
all birthed through lines
that weave back to
that First Mother.

All connected from
the very beginning.
All connected in the now.

Mothers,
Daughters,
Grandmothers,
Great Grandmothers,
Great Great Grandmothers.
All daughters born from
One. Original. Egg.
from
One. Original. Woman.

So why the separation?
Why the animosity toward each other?
Why the arguing and fighting,
back-stabbing and lack of support?

The next time you see another woman,
look in her eyes and see the
Ancestral Lines – the lines of women –
that lead back to you.

Where are we going Mother?
And how will we get there Sister?
By staying connected Daughter
and allowing for difference.

For we are each one,
after all,
all Daughters
of Daughters
of Daughters
of our
One Mother.

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The Daughter Line, Arlene Bailey ©2020
Image: We are One, Tarn Ellis Art

11/14/2020

''Isn’t it odd that once upon a time in Europe a woman could be killed for making potions from the plants around her.
Isn’t it insane that once upon a time wise women were burnt or drowned for helping birth babies, knowing their herbs, gathering in groups of more than two, being outside alone, being strong, being beautiful, being ugly, being different, being sexual, being non sexual or touching a nettle, smelling a rose or drinking wild teas.

Isn’t it madness that a woman who knew her body, her mind and her heart was cast aside as evil, as a sinner and her life taken away.

Women!
Do not let the ancestral memory of this that is held in your make up, in your bones and blood hold you back.
Rise dear sweet sisters, rise so that our daughters and daughters daughters don’t have to wonder when we lost our tongues and denied our hearts.
Grow a new tongue, invite the wolf in, awaken the witch and dance under the moon.
Embrace your heart, your womb, your gut and your wisdom.
Roar dear sister, break the silence and take back your power so the young ones won’t have to.''

~ Brigit Anna McNeill

Painting by Jakki Moore