Woman

We’ve been writing and you can see how something/someone is wanting to communicate. We won’t put down the pencils. It’s our fuel, our open door from the cage, an open door to other dimensions of the universe. Our string connected to something that holds us. A security we won’t let go, cause it feels more real than anything we see outside. Cause we woman, are listening, cause we are reading each other, we are tuning, we are feeling and we intuitively care. We care like mothers care. We’ve been burned has been the story told, but the wounds have dried and we are here, elder warriors of other times, we came back here to preach and teach, to show what love is. No resentment at all, the alchemy we’ve known long before. We don’t carry poison, only medicine in our hands and voice.