SHE is the essence that gives us this very life. Without the female we are nought. Every bit of guts and glory that every was is rooted in a babe who brought us into being. As we embark on this Memorial Day of remembrance, I’m slanting some ultra femme vitale sauce your way to solidify my stake in loving the living we do as the feminine. Our sacrifices are deep. Our cunning is an endless reinvention to right each new time with equality (as if it had never been issued, to begin with, since it remains a struggle). Fierce warriors for children, men, planet, sexuality, faith, softness, and CEO status alike, we toss our hair and salads as soulfully as other toss bombs or millions thinking these are the cures. You cannot thrive if we are extinguished. So, especially in honor of those fallen women and all those still standing tall, let us celebrate the force that is femininity.
adjective (translation Italian-English dictionary)
vital [adjective] essential; of the greatest importance; indispensable
viable [adjective] (biology) able to live and develop independently
vital [adjective] lively, dynamic and energetic
She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and no city. ~Roman Payne, The Wanderess
If you’ve got a soundtrack going in the background while reading this and it’s pumping like cresting ocean waves crashing in all directions upon a high sea at the peak of sunrise, or cascading gently as the whisper of a breeze barely tingles the tulips to touch one another in an elegant garden, then you’re right in step with the vast meaning of womanhood I’m seeking to convey. We are constructed to withstand that which is delicate or barbaric. Mentally, we understand the destruction of ruthless if forsaking empathy. We can do anything as well as any other when given the opportunity. Not all of us will, but it is that any of us might that ought never be an obstruction. There isn’t a sane damsel among us who forgets the entire equation is built on partnership. The essentiality of ladyness is cavernous in its wealth.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am. ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I know I am a catch… Even when occurring as a sequence of soliloquies strung like paper dolls holding hands along the timeline of my life. Bound to turn that new leaf as easily as one turns the pages of a good book. Defining my presumptions mimics conceptual art.
The interface extends to a disintegration joined with submersion, floating like the whale shark smiling after a hefty feeding, followed by the faux swallowing akin to the ostrich myth of burying its head into the sands. One of the greatest ironies to say or write is that illusions are real. Push my buttons and forever carry with you an array of heartstrings pulled to perfect harmony with classic symphonies. An F sharp note peaking that rivals crossing the Preakness finish line. What Else Is There? But a race to the finish where we get to make the difference by coming together (or not). A real question is not what happens next, but who will you become for having known me. May any iota of these writings pour into your pores enough ounces of verbal gold to set you rich for life!
She was so intelligent that she could think herself into beauty. Intelligence…they don’t talk about it much, the poets, but when a woman is intelligent and passionate and good… ~Eva Ibbotson, A Company of Swans
Yet, I don’t think I set out to be a woman when this all started. If you’re a traditionalist and counted the number of mud baths I entertained, trees I climbed, or snakes I charmed you might have wondered if I’d ever turn the tide toward full masculinity. On the other hand, you’d have missed the fact that I was built purely woman in all these aspects. My aim: to own femme vitale as clearly as ‘Wonder’ was put appropriately in front of ‘Woman’ and sprout capability as dirty and strong and fearless as any man, moreover in a pretty package (when I was bathed properly that is, compared to the days I could stretch my hippie layers of gunk a little farther than I should). For me, this is how to enshrine the best broads that ever were and are to be. We are an undulating motion set to stir spines and curl toes. While we can be dainty and deserve care, maiden shivers, shakes, and sheer delight will continue to move mountains you may have only thought were for climbing. You bear witness and we bear you.
The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing. ~Rainer Maria Rilke
Memorialize the va-va-vitality all around you. Go hug a great woman, or more than a few, that you know. Appreciate them wildly for the services they provide for you. Whether they ‘simply’ (hardly ever the correct adjective) gave you life, courageously saved your life, lift your life in a myriad of ways, or just get you through every day. For all the brave trailblazers let us bow to their graces. From budding starlets that we twirl in their tulle while giggling away or tweens with whom we conversely educate about all the private intricacies of how we made it through boyfriends, proms, poor teachers, mentors, messes, and careers. To be female is not only divine, but it is also the imperative bloom that makes a flower worth watching and admiring. She is love incarnate. You don’t want a world absent of her gifts. Give us this day our daily due and we will create prosperity beyond anything you ever knew.
Those of us who embrace the feminine know its strength. ~Betsy Cornwell
She was. And that has made all the difference.