One lone moonflower opens her wings in my garden on this day. The scent is incredibly amazing, light and musky and sweet. Her beauty is striking, as the garden browns with the hints of Fall, she stands out, bright and white.
I am holding a space for all the women on the Earth-- that we may be strong and tender, open and vulnerable, wings willing to receive and give, graceful and trusting with a pure vitality.
The polarity of the planet is striking. This weekend demonstrated what so many of us are experiencing across the world. On Saturday, I spent the day deeply meditating with almost a 100 yogis at White Tantric Yoga in Knoxville. The experience was soft, sweet, gentle, yet potent. . .much like this moonflower.
Meanwhile, in my hometown Asheville a scandal of deep misogyny bubbled to the surface. Asheville, like any place is a microcosm of what is happening on the macro level.
Women have been oppressed for eons, and this deep hatred of women is so embeded in our culture, that it has become socially acceptable, from billboards to dinner tables. Even the most beautiful models are airbrushed thinner than phyiscally possible, leaving girls and women alike to drastic measures to keep up with contemporary social norms.
Women seek out ways to become more thin, to attain society's standards of beauty and in turn do inhumane things to their bodies. Deeper than our bodies, this hatred goes into our psyches and gets passed down through the DNA, generation to generation.
As a world we are awakening that although we have come far, there is so much work to do. Racism, sexism, classism--all the isms are calling out to be noticed and to be healed.
With the current tides of being a human, my gratitude deepens daily for this incredible technology of Kundalini Yoga. We are left with a treasure of a system to keep us sane and strong during these times.
On this day I offer the scent of this moonflower to the women of Asheville, and in turn of the entire Earth. May a purification wash over our community. May a deep healing of the tantric blue waters wash over all of humanity. And may we as Women rise up above the generations of disempowerment and truly transform the world, enlightening our species on what it means to be a Woman of Grace.