03/24/2025
YOU’RE WELCOME. COME TO THE WELL. YOU ARE WELL, COME.
I have been on a mythical journey to the underworld, much like Innana. Relinquishing the cloaks and adornments of who and what I thought I was. I passed through the gates battered, bruised, with earthworms in my hair, detritus smeared into every nook and cranny of my earthly vessel. In the deepest depths, the subterranean, I stood bare and gazed into a mirror. What I found staring back at me was a woman with a familiar yet AWE~FULL presence. She had piercing eyes, a posture that did not reflect defeat, but an undeniable sense of belonging. A belonging that left no room to question her devotion to life. The potency of her scent, both death and decay, promised to be the sweet nourishment of seeds planted long ago, and those yet to find their place in the garden. This one I saw, this one staring back at me, is a Well-Woman. A woman who is not afraid of the flame, the flood, the tornado or earthquake. She is me, I am her. I walked her, myself, back to the surface, just in time to witness the first buds of spring.
And with the briefest of pauses, I found myself standing on a shore. A barge emerged from the mist. I must have summoned it from the depths. I’ve been asked to board this vessel, sail the space between the worlds. While there are no promises, there is a deep trust in the current and the vessel that has been summoned. We are guiding women to the WELL. YOU’RE WELCOME. YOU ARE WELL, COME. COME TO THE WELL.
