I've been radically releasing myself from shame. Yeah that wasn't my best moment. Yeah that broke my heart. Yeah that was a rough time for me. Yeah that was embarrassing. Okay? So what?
I cannot stop thinking about how in ancient times, EVERY culture loved women and viewed them as magical portals to the human world. Mothers were the original leaders, received offerings, and were worshipped as life-giving goddesses. What the hell happened to that way of thinking?