Telling a Woman to Calm Down

The woman can be a nature, not a person.

Not a gender.

It lives in everything, but someone came along and told you what it was, and you believed it.

You said this is woman, and this is man and hear my story.

Our stories about life are not life, they are fictitious renditions of something that doesn’t change its power.

It may change its form, much like water to steam or all elements can become gas under the right conditions, but it remains the same; no matter the stories you tell about it, or the ways in which you try to contain it through rule setting, politics, education, or religion.

The woman is alive because we can see her effects; we see her spirit; and that is all that it is.

If this woman shows up aggressive, she is aggressive.

She is you.

If this woman shows up hostile, sexual, sensual, or alone, she is you.

She is life.

When people aren’t afraid of themselves, they don’t try to shut people up or push them aside, or run from them.

They stand, they listen, without fear, and without judgment.

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