An Open Letter to My Sisters.
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Dear Sister,
Let me start this letter by simply saying that my intention is merely to assist in the healing of our collective wounds. Perhaps some of you can relate to this message, and my hope is that through these words we can find some common ground.
Sister, I have been learning how to love you. You see, I have spent a majority of my life feeling brought down by you. Sometimes you have said things to me that have hurt me deeply, and found ways to compete with me when I did not even know that there was some sort of competition to be won.
I do not blame you, for I understand the world in which we live. I would also be lying if I said that I never did that consciously or otherwise to other women I have met. You see, up until recently, I didn’t understand what it meant to be raised up by another woman.
I did not understand what it could feel like to have other women rooting for me without some agenda to backstab me in some way. I did not know that there were women out there who genuinely wanted to see me succeed.
I can sit and blame society or the family in which I was raised, but the truth is, blame only serves to perpetuate the wound and I am longing for a salve. And so let these words be the medicine.
The truth is, I long for genuine connection with you. Yes, you. Beautiful priestess, loving, nurturing sister. I have longed for you to see me from a place of equality and an unspoken understanding that we are in this together.
I have wanted to share my vulnerability with you without the fear that you will use it against me in some way. This isn’t to say that I have never had an opportunity to experience this with another woman, but merely to say that I would like for it to be the norm rather than the exception.
I have wanted to celebrate our successes with the deeper understanding that just because one of us succeeds does not mean that it somehow subtracts from the other’s worth in some way.
I have wanted to laugh with you, cry with you and love you openheartedly. I have wanted to let you know that I see your doubts, your fears and your insecurities just as clearly as I see your dreams, your strength and your power.
I have wanted to tell you that you are beautiful. Not to get something back, but to simply express what I see when I look at you.
And so this is how I choose to relate to you. I choose to clear the cellular memory of a time when we burned each other at the stake or called each other names. I choose to clear the dirty looks and shaming, the scheming and the ideas that somehow bringing another woman down will make any one of us look better.
I choose a different approach.
I will not compete with you. In fact, I have usually been the one to back down the moment I sense competition. And as I have stepped more fully into my own power, I now stand still while you act out your pain and projections towards me. You know why? Because I see that it comes from a place of not feeling good enough, and my sweet sister, I understand that feeling more than you know.
I see you clearly only because I see myself clearly. And instead of cowering down, I choose now to stand tall in my innate worth with the hope that it will inspire you to do the same. I will no longer shrink myself down, but rather open my arms to you, and if you do not accept the embrace, then I offer my hand to help lift you up.
Sister, I see you and I love you. This isn’t a letter to forgive anyone, for I believe that you taught me such valuable things. But isn’t it time to release these old ways of relating to each other?
Aren’t we living in a time where we can all rise together? Can’t we start to embrace our inner witch, goddess, priestess, sexual alchemist or whatever you define yourself as without fear that another woman is going to see what you have and try to bring you down in some way?
Let us stop fearing, and rather start embracing, one another. Let us lift each other up and stop competing with each other. We are each uniquely divine. We each radiate a light frequency that is desperately needed on this planet. We are all worthy.
Sister, I’m here for you, with you, as you. I have always loved you, and I’m longing to meet you.
May all blessings be,
Natalie
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Natalie Sophia considers herself a blend of many things, but mostly she identifies as a writer, intuitive healer, mama and yogini. She has a Masters Degree in Complementary and Alternative Medicine, and her passion lies in helping others heal from emotional trauma. Her current methods of practice include a blend of creative expression, movement alchemy, energy work and nutritional guidance. She serves as a coach to assist others on their paths back to the perfection of their imperfection to remember the brilliance contained therein. Natalie currently resides in Maui, Hawaii, but can work with people all over the globe. To contact her directly, please visit her website here or follow her on Facebook and Instagram. Mahalo!
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