Moon Lodge is a page for women, about women, in Honor of women. Everything on this page is for touching the heart, healing the soul, and expanding the awareness of women. The intent is to encourage, support and inform in a manner that will give each and every women who visits, the passion to reclaim her right and power to be who and what she is... Woman...physical manifestation of the Divine Feminine. I dedicate this page to you - my sisters.

Transformation Cente

	The first known depiction of a deity is a 30,000 year old figurine of a woman, round bellied, preparing to give birth. The role of the woman has been somewhat minimized to having children, being a wife and mother as though that were a chore or burden. In fact it is something that men are jealous that they can not do. So jealous that they even try to take that from us, making us unnecessary and suitable only for play. Women carry the life giving force. It is they who are connected to the earth, sustenance, nurturing, and creation of all things. Over time, that essence has been usurped by patriarchal dominant thinking. Eventually male gods killed female gods and started giving birth out of their heads, by cutting off a limb, or out of the rib of a man. One of the 12 Sacred laws states: "Everything is born of woman. All creation comes out of the feminine principal. The Earth is our mother, she is woman, she is us. She suffers for and with every one of her children. All living creatures are her children. She provides for us in food, water, clothing, shelter, warmth, rain, air and any other needs we have to live in this life. Because of our connection as women, we suffer with her and she with us. Each attack on her is an attack on us. Each attack on us is aimed also at her. We are living in a fear based culture, we have lost the ways of caring for each other and our mother. In future updates I will take you through some of the ways in which she and we have been exploited, reviled, debased and stripped of our wholeness as women and divine feminine. At times the methods were violent and abrupt; at others they were much more subtle and gradual. But in the end, we can regain our power as women. It will not be given to us, we must take it. It is not about succeeding in a world defined by men, but in a world defined by women. A world of nurturing, love, compassion, healing, and caring for ourselves and each other. This can only come about when we stop letting the illusion define who and what we are. We need to recognize our role in all of this because in many ways we still contribute to this illusion that has been created. We follow the rules, raise our children to follow the rules, and allow ourselves to be minimized in the following. We can redefine the rules. We can recreate the dream. We can make the dream ours, one risk at a time, one child at a time. We can teach our children different ways, ways that will teach them to honor themselves and all that is around them. We can teach them to make a choice between what is real and what is illusion. But first, we must know. " The hand the rocks the cradle, rules the world." Think about that, and what our role has been in keeping the illusion going. And then, together, we can take little steps toward a new world.
	For Strong Women ~ A strong woman is a woman who is straining. A strong woman is a woman standing on tiptoe and lifting a barbell while trying to sing Boris Gudunov. A strong woman is a woman at work cleaning out the cesspool of the ages, and while she shovels, she talks about how she doesn't mind crying, it opens the ducts of the eyes, and throwing up develops the stomach muscles, and she goes on shoveling with tears in her nose. A strong woman is a woman in whose head a voice is repeating, I told you so, ugly, bad girl, bitch, nag, shrill, witch, ballbuster, nobody will ever love you back, why aren't you feminine, why aren't you soft, why aren't you quiet, why aren't you dead? A strong woman is a woman determined to do something others are determined not be done. She is pushing up on the bottom of a lead coffin lid. She is trying to raise a manhole cover with her head, she is trying to butt her way through a steel wall. Her head hurts. People waiting for the hole to be made say, hurry, you're so strong. A strong woman is a woman bleeding inside. A strong woman is a woman making herself strong every morning while her teeth loosen and her back throbs. Every baby, a tooth, midwives used to say, and now every battle a scar. A strong woman is a mass of scar tissue that aches when it rains and wounds that bleed when you bump them and memories that get up in the night and pace in boots to and fro. A strong woman is a woman who craves love like oxygen or she turns blue choking. A strong woman is a woman who loves strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly terrified and has strong needs. A strong woman is strong in words, in action, in connection, in feeling; she is not strong as a stone but as a wolf suckling her young. Strength is not in her, but she enacts it as the wind fills a sail. What comforts her is others loving her equally for the strength and for the weakness from which it issues, lightning from a cloud. Lightning stuns. In rain, the clouds disperse. Only water of connection remains, flowing through us. Strong is what we make each other. Until we are all strong together, a strong woman is a woman strongly afraid. Marge Piercy

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