Women hold all the wisdom they could ever need, that the planet could ever need, that the world so desperately needs.
With that bold a statement as start, why then, do we so rarely trust ourselves? Why do we, individually and collectively, know the pain and trauma and anger and mess-of-it-all that we do? Why is the world not already changed, or at least changing faster?
I won’t speak for you, but I am pretty clear on my own answer to these questions:
There’s a vast and painful difference between hearing our wisdom and actually trusting it, between knowing what we know and acting on what we know, between what wisdom says and what wisdom does.
We hear our intuition, that know-that-we-know-that-we-know voice within. It’s clear. It’s decisive. It has a very strong opinion! But instead of going with it, making choices in alignment with such, saying a clear “yes” or “no,” we waffle.
Because to trust our wisdom, to act on it, will – inevitably – have risks, costs, and consequences.
We’re afraid of those.
When fear shows up, the tendency is rife to try and find other wisdom; something that does not have risks, costs, or consequences attached. Which usually means we repress our own knowing and default to the wisdom around us. We look to and lean on those people/institutions/powers (translate white and male) that promise to keep us safe as long as we don’t step out of line, don’t speak our truth, don’t speak at all.
I can type these words because they have been true about me. Decades of growing up in the shadow of the church and an authoritative wisdom that I was not to question. Self-esteem that was shaped by the glorification of self-sacrifice on the one hand and shame on the other (NOT a good combination). And a way of being in the world that was determined by anything/everything other than my own knowing and intuition.
But inevitably, a day came when the gap between what I heard/knew and who I was required to be, grew too wide. I could no longer bridge it with more comprome and compliance. I had to act on my wisdom, to trust it, to trust myself. No matter what.
And no surprise: risks, costs, and consequences abounded!
But there were benefits I couldn’t have imagined, as well: empowerment, discernment, clarity, hope. Even more, the establishment of a baseline: Oh, this is what my wisdom sounds like, feels like, looks like!
Believe me, I’m far from perfect at this. But I have come a long way, have let a lot go, have lost a lot along the way, and have gained far more.
It is a powerful thing: a woman’s wisdom. Following through on it? Life-changing. World-changing. And then some.
How about for you? (Just a few questions to ponder, journal through, and if you’re up for it, DM me your answers! I’d love to hear: truly.)
What would be different in your relationships, your sense of self, your work in the world, if you could consistently hear and trust your wisdom?
What is compromise, compliance, and not acting on your wisdom costing you?
What might happen if you allowed risk, cost, and consequence to be the very discernment tools that tell you you can trust your wisdom?
What is the change you most deeply desire for our world? (Your wisdom already knows what to do. What if you did what it said?)
It has always been needed: women’s wisdom.
And it has always been present.
Now it’s up to us to bring the two together…
…to be women who listen to and trust ourselves. On our own behalf. On behalf of the planet. On behalf of a world that so desperately needs us to not just know, but to “be” and most of all, to do.
May it be so.