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The theme of empowerment for women is very important to me…

As I reflect on the many women I know and have met in my life I find it staggering the amount who have low self esteem and little confidence. It's pandemic. This poem came from a place of asking myself what would an empowered women look and feel like? When we have that vision then we can aspire to it. This poem embodies the kind of woman I want to be and maybe come close to on a very good day!
Oil on canvass "Her Journey" by Gaia Orion

Wild Woman Rising
by Clare Gately 

She entered the room
Everyone’s gaze was pulled to her like a magnet
She had it
That quality that is hard to define
She has the recipe that every woman wants
She inhabits her skin fully
Warmth flows form her
She is nourishment
All are drawn to her like bees to a flower
Wanting her nectar to feed them

She wants nothing but could have it all
She has no interest in being adored
She has found the spring inside and just keeps spilling over

She sees you
She sees the secret wounds you carry
She recognizes the scars
She understands why you have retracted into a corner
Inside yourself, trying to keep safe

She stretches out a hand, offering a drink from her well
Spilling out her strength and power
Offering you her wisdom
Drawing you up off your knees to stand beside her
She is all woman
Fierce, strong, gentle and wise
She has risen from her own ashes
 A phoenix in the sky.

(This poem originally appeared in Clare Gately's book 
Oil on canvass "Mother Nature" by Gaia Orion

Clare Gately is an author, numerologist and Interfaith Minister. She is author of Wild Women Rising: A Call To Love Healing And Empowerment. She lives in Edinburgh, Scotland. You can check out her blog Soul2Soul Food here and her Soul Numerology site here.

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