Woman...

Woman's month has come and gone and life continues. As it does. With a myriad of events having taken place in celebration of the being that gives life, I began to think about what ''woman'' really means anyway.

I suppose I am a woman now. I mean, I've always understood myself to be female but that gradual transition from teenage-meets-adulthood disposition is finally blurring itself out. Note: the use of ''blurring'' there was entirely intentional due to the fact that the truth of that statement is finding it somewhat difficult to settle in. I'm not sure if it ever will nor that I want it to. Forever young baby! Ok, ok. As the aftermath of yearly adulthood decamps I find myself peeking into a new realm of blissful woman. I can't quiet put it into words but there is something kinda spectacular about being given the host of woman in this lifetime.

Woman: (n) an adult human female. That is the Oxford Dictionary's definition of the Universe's; God's; Allah's; Krishna's; Buddha's favour that deserves much more than that. So let us see what ol' Wiki has to say then eh. "A woman, pl: women is a female human. The term woman is usually reserved for an adult, with the term girl being the usual term for a female child or adolescent. However, the term woman is also sometimes used to identify a female human, regardless of age, as in phrases such as "Women's rights". Unlike men, women are typically capable of giving birth."



Don't you just love this montage of the face of woman.
(Taken from Wikipedia; an image translation of the definition WOMAN.)



Ok so perhaps non of these definitions give us enough credit so I want to take a little waltze around the subject woman. I find myself walking sometimes and feel the stride in my hips as I inject pride and grace into the body that takes me through this life with little trouble or complaint. I find myself appreciating my mother more and understanding her choices for me and in turn her sacrifices. I see myself tenderly being an aunt to my nieces and nephews and being soaked with joy that numbs me with bliss. I see the compassion, the understanding and the innate strength doing its thing effortlessly and I can't help but think... WOMAN. I am a woman and being just that is enough! The small of my back,  the decolletage, the curve of my derriere and the rise of my delicate cusps. I am Woman. All woman. Full and complete, here to change the world!

Having said all of this, I am certain us as woman need to take a re-oath to womanhood. The tendency to bring each other down, to expect the worst from each other shrinking back at the sight of a pack of us needs to be readjusted. If only we'd choose tenderness and chose instead a lens that saw only the best in our words and actions. I know I am guilty of this as well. My acknowledging it it the first step. The very first step. I know this will take some hard work but just imagine the power that awaits us when us as woman can stand at the edge of the mountain top in comradery of spirit, in awe of the favour that is WOMAN! I know I'm ready!

Aim high, Roam free...