For my friends who are not mothers of children. For my daughters who have their own choice to make (ignore your Mom who keeps saying ‘someday I’ll have grandchildren’). For all women everywhere. Amen Jean Amen.
She shines for the world—full woman, full strength—whether or not egg and sperm ever joined in her womb. In scrubs, she bends to move a patient from wheelchair to bed; in uniform, she fights for people of all colors; in judge’s robes, she draws the line between right and wrong. As a therapist, she leans toward the weeping client; as a teacher, she tutors the sulky student.
Woman’s ancient strength—her intuition, her power—flows undiluted to her friends and her work. These women are in no way wrong or unnatural. Instead, their freedom from babies means that the young woman’s energy and older woman’s skill radiates out in powerful beams to reach dark and hidden places. These are the aunts, mentors and neighbors who make time for the lonely and the weak. We’ve known them forever as healers, maiden aunts, shamans, nuns, and craftswomen mixing up colors we never imagined.
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