Today begins National Women's Month where we celebrate and pay tribute to female figures in history who have made changes. Who have been empowered to stand up for their beliefs for the better of others. People amaze me.
I send a virtual hug to all the women in my life, starting with my Mum, my first feminine influence and onto all the family, soul sisters, mentors, heroines and female figures that have inspired and guided me.
For the most part, this world does not allow for grace. Self respect is not taught. Yet without it, I feel our choices can become a spiral into an endless pit that does not have a pretty exit door.
So the fact that there have been women who have still pushed through and succeeded with remarkable tenacity despite what may have been surrounding them, demonstrates the power of the human being.
I often thought, ahhh but that's them, I can't be like that. I was wrong.
What did they say when Mother Teresa was born? They said - it's a girl.
As well as recognizing the famous leaders this month, I want us all to celebrate the women in our own lives who make a difference. I know of friends who are business owners, travelers, writers, young mothers, actors, painters, care partners, nurses. I have those laying in hospital beds, those walking with a cane and those who run every day to feel good. Female friends who teach, laugh, love. Who have the courage to say I went wrong, I hurt. I cry and therefore I grow, and therefore we grow.
We all have remarkable within us and I want to use this month as an additional focus to pay tribute to those fierce, feminine hearts who spark the fire and are bold enough to dance within those flames.
I look to you for my own inspiration and energy. THANK YOU.
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