Greetings p.2

Without a vessel to support liquid, neither could be, as we know them to be. The Earth, the vessel, the Masculine, the upholder, the ravines, the pits, the dips and drops, is that which offers a space for The Water, the liquid, the Feminine to run through, fall from, settle in, dance around and rain upon. 

The Man. The Wo-man. 
Without the "Wo", the man would have no purpose, no service, no need to be a vessel.
Without the "man", the Wo would have nothing providing space to be held, supported, celebrated. 

Together, they are Union. They are Balance. They create Life. 

Separate, they do not. 

Together = Balance, the core of life itself. 

   Most women I've come to know over the years feel a deep likeness and call to water. The flowing energy of life that they can lay in, be carried with trust and softness, further forwarding them in their most time intuitive quests. Women who run bare feet through bogs, tundras and jungles with their hair long, wild, woven. They submerge themselves in the crevices of Mother Earth where water awaits them, to nurture, to cool, to refresh, to teach, to play, to bathe. To the minds eye come mermaids, mintakans, sealskins, sirens. Those Women who's deepest conversations happen at springs, rivers, waterfalls, oceans, even in the rain. They speak to La Loba through a remembrance that echoes in the water which they hold, awaking within their own memories. These Women of Water tap into Mother Earths purest juice and they whisper and they laugh and they exchange blessings and gratitudes. It is a beautiful play of divine ritual that only Women of Water can truly, deeply experience. 

    Varuna's of Water dance with their sisters the Eve's of Earth.
Together they hold two elements: Earth and Water.

Although parts of me are them as well, I am not completely a Varuna of Water.
Nor an Eve of Earth. 

    I've known this in my bones long before the Divine Truth showed itself to me. Before I gained Sacred Sight. What I see between Earth and Water, which I just described, is magnificent. It is marvellous and breathtaking and crucial for balance in this world. Without them, their dance, their Divine balance, we could not speak of anything next. 

    What came after the Sacred Union of Earth and Water, was a life of new kind, a new sister and Mother to sit by the elemental table of Life. 

Aimra of Air.

    The third sister of The Elements of Life. Aimra burst forth as lamas were parted to be collided, as mountains climbed high towards the skies and the lands cracked open wide and deep to form canyons. Far across the lands fields upon fields, Eve gifted her sister flowers and trees and finally the birds and the bees. Aimra in turn gifted the world in return with gusts of wind, ability of flight, the sound of wind singing between trees and whistling between rocky fjords, the awe of freedom which you feel when standing on flat lands and allowing the wind to just take you as you stand there devoted, legs spread, your clothes and hair dancing, hands high, fingers caressing the streams of the Aimra's Air Spirits passing in every whistle of wind. 

    As the Divine Mother and Father hold balance, they looked at the unique beauty of Aimra and found between her and Eve, a fourth sister that possessed a heated life force of her own kind. 

Femina of Fire. 

    The fourth sister of The Elements of Life.  She came as the Sun dried the overgrown Summer hay litting it aflame. She was offered many mountains to choose from to play with Eve. In her exploration of Earth, she found herself with humans in cave, creating Forever Fires across the lands of the Divine Mother and Father. She offered Earth a show of lightning and offered her sisters the music of thunderstorms so they could play together: Femina in lightning, Amira's wind, Varuna's rain and Eve's soil. 

   

I am a woman. 

I keep declaring that as if it is something not already known. Alas, after reading this story you should already understand that a woman may not belong to one element alone, as balance requires duality, synchronicity, compassion, courage. For fire is in service and dependant on all the other elements that surround her. Fire could not be without Air, which could not be without Earth, which would be another concept without Water.

    Air is the vessel of Fire. 
    Earth is the vessel for Water.

I am of Aimra of Air & I am of Femina of Fire. 

And I rely most on the Veruna's and Eve's of the world.

    To be the daughter of these elements it has been an sobering realisation that I am ever changing, though not everlasting. I come to make rapid change, turn around sailboats at sea and blow trees bare from leaves. I come to light lands poorly cared for and respond to the call of nature, human and friction. I come where Air invites me to take a loud stance, to send a burning message, to create moments that may not be forgotten as decades pass. 

And I am proud to say that I am no longer ashamed for who I am.