As a writer and an introvert, I have not always been able to speak eloquently. But I am trying to change this.
The first step to every challenge always begins at the bottom.
For me, the first step means finding and owning the voice that has been gifted to me.
There is a sound that comes out of my mouth when I speak. But my voice is held back by generations of conditioning -- when silence and suppression meant escaping punishment and pain, when being voiceless equaled survival.
It is our birthright to remember the pitch and depth of our voices and we do not need to seek anywhere outside of ourselves in order to find it.
Find a big body of water and bring a sister, a mother, a stranger, another woman just as desperate and courageous as you to find her voice back. Begin with calling the intention that is buried inside your belly, feel the vibration of the lost voice embedded inside its walls. Pray that as you open your jaw widely, the guttural sound will escape from within you. Then, let waves catch it and carry it deep into the ocean.
The eloquence that will exude from you as you speak only for the truth that rings true to your body begins with a strained, off-pitched, stuttering scream.
Time and time again, I am taught by the experiences that I took, that bravery is never the absence of fear nor it is the presence of complete confidence. Bravery is believing in the possibility that you are more than what you believe. Bravery is about giving action to that fragile hope that shyly plants its seed inside of your heart.
You are brave because you are willing to be wrong, not by being told by others that you are wrong but by discovering yourself where the puzzle of right and wrong fit in the whole picture. You are brave because you are willing to find out the absolute truth for you by doing the things that matters to you. Bravery is not about pleasing others. Bravery is also devoid of judgement -- of yourself and of others.
The reclamation of the feminine voice cannot be complete without engaging and rediscovering the masculine voice. What our men can discover in us, we can discover in them and in turn, we are healing each other. And so, as much as we, women, need to reclaim our voices back, we also need to invite our men to be our witness. In witnessing both of our repressed screams, we are reborn. To quote the wise Mark Nepo, “What is not expressed is depressed”.
May we allow grace to wash over us so that we can begin to feel the rising of our collective voices serenading the rebirth of what has always been true for women, men, children and all the living creatures of this Earth.