I am not here to play small.
I am not here to dim the light of the Universe shining in me.
I am not here to pretend I am anything less than the ecstatic dance of the Divine in conscious form.
I am not here to hush my voice or soften the unabashed laughter that tumbles, straight from my belly, out my mouth.
I am not here to colour inside the lines of how a nice girl ought to behave.
I am not here to satisfy any expectations but those of my wild, sacred spirit.
I am not here to languish in indifference or wallow in apathy.
I am here to make a difference.
I am here to brush my fingers ever so lightly, almost tenderly, across the walls of any box I have been put in, before knocking them to the ground; stepping from the dust and the debris of that prison with my heart blazing.
I am here to rise from the ashes of who I was over and over; each time burning more brightly, with more strength, with more wisdom and with more truth.
I am here to push every edge, cross every boundary and erase every line drawn in the proverbial sand.
I am here to lead the way, to hold the space and to clear the wreckage.
I am here to hold the flame of a holy and purposeful anger in the face of the violence and abuse we have endured.
I am here to unearth what was stolen from us.
I am here to bring back the goddess.
And I am here to do it all, again and again, for as long as it takes.
And so it is.