Warrior Training

 A special arrangement of candles in honor of all women, everywhere. 

A special arrangement of candles in honor of all women, everywhere. 

I want to thank the people who have hurt me the most, who have made me question my worth as a woman, who have provoked, undervalued and betrayed me. They were part of my warrior training. 

I want to thank the women who have wanted and needed and demanded too much. The men who have given too little. They were part of my warrior training. 

I want to thank the people I let in that I shouldn't, the over-steppers, the boundary-pushers. They have been part of my warrior training. 

I want to thank those who don't approve, won't flatter, reciprocate or perform. They have forced me into warrior training.

I want to thank the poverty and food stamps, insecurity, uncertainty, years of rocky, treacherous ground. That was part of my warrior training. 

I want to thank the days that did not turn out as I expected, the times I did not get what I wanted, rejection, guilt and shame. That's all been part of my warrior training. 

I want to thank the people I love who are dying, people who are sick, who feel that they are broken. They have given me so much in my warrior training. 

I want to thank my friends and sisters, mothers and aunties, crones, maidens and wise women, leaders and teachers and prophets and visionaries and artists and writers near and far who have led the way for warrior training. 

I want to thank my own fear, my own rage, my uncertainty and silence. The voice that has risen, is rising. There is so much work to be done. I am, we are, warriors in training. 

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