C A N C E R W O M A N

 

C A N C E R 🌙 W O M A N
T H E M Y S T I C M I D W I F E:

“imagine the desert mothers,
with hair tangled tighter than
their theology & breasts that
flowed milk & mystic wisdom.
women of hips and heft, who
learned how to burn beneath
the wild & searing sun, who
made loud love against the
star-flecked threat of night,
who knew that strength is
not always a matter of muscle.
imagine your ancestresses,
the prophetesses of the arid
lands, before these starched
traditions & pews too hard
to pray from, who bled true
ritual & birthed their own fierce
souls at creation’s crowning.”

– Beth Morey, Night Cycles ♋