I speak three Languages-One at a time when I can.

The first would be the Language of Love-of open-hearted, blissful acceptance-All is right with the world, open, eloquent, simple Truths that speak to our common experience. The core of me-to the core of you. That intuitional place where words are hardly needed-a place of feeling and honesty-the  connection to the Universe in all its glory. A place of yearning-a spilling-over of appreciation and wonder-the place of Peace and contentment, the words soft and gentle-a place to visit and to vacation from the harshness of the “real” world. The Language of Light and Love.

I speak three Languages to adapt to the situation at hand. The second one I speak, the language of my Mother, and her Mother before her, and her Grandmother, and my Grandmothers, all before me. The language of my Mother-words to accommodate all the others in her life, all the words she stopped speaking when it seemed more appropriate to put them away in a shoebox in the closet of her desires. All the words of her heart-felt, wished-for dreams that were not to be fulfilled, the language of sacrifice and denial of her true Self, the language of compromise, and the “right” words to give way to the “right” behavior. The language of theater and character and pageantry and illusion. The language of dependence and family and all of that. What did it mean to become someone else’s ideal? What did it mean to become someones partner and put another part of yourself away, to search for, and find an unknown, previously un-heard of way to meld them all together? The Language of my Mother told the story.

And I speak the Language of Women. The ancient, visceral language that lives in my bones and in the bones of all Women. It lives in the dust of the earth and the air of the Universe-the memory and words of the language that speaks to all Women, that speaks through all Women. The words of Wisdom-the words of Intuition and connection to all that Is. The language of the Trees and the Hummingbirds-The songs of the Stars and Clouds in the sky-The Language of Agony and the pain of Childbirth/Creation, as well as the words of Welcome and Joy spoken as that new being makes its way to join us-to join all Women. This language is our first Language-The Mother Tongue, that brings meaning to all the monthly passages of the Moon. The words from the lips of Shamans and Witches and Wise Women for millennia-that pass on their knowledge.

I am grateful to speak three Languages. Having three in my bag of tricks makes it easier to navigate the multi-faceted miles of my journey.