Her Power Returned (Day by Day)

Her power returned to her the day
she chose to place the stapler down
from the boxy bulletin board
to move beyond the edges where
her creative savvy flew free.

Her power returned to her the day
she resigned from beating herself up
for “brokenness,” all she “isn’t” —
to embrace the goodness
and sacred beauty of all she is.

Her power returned to her the day
she traded cultural norms
that kept her quiet, small and polite
for her inner wisdom which told her
to move toward becoming.

Her power returned to her the day
she laid down the ingrained pattern
to serve everyone before herself in order
to nurture her own soul first which led
to a natural outflow of personal passion.

Her power returned to her the day
she dropped the belief
she doesn’t belong and
took space as one who
holds questions, ideas and dreams.

Her power returned to her the day
she found decorating her home
wasn’t a frivolous hobby, but
rather a form of hospitality to
invite people in to rest and renewal.

Her power returned to her the day
she quit judging other women
to make herself feel better, and
took up the torch of compassion
and celebration for her sisters.

Her power returned to her the day
she turned off the TV,
went outside to put her toes
in the grass, ears toward the birds
and welcomed Mother Earth’s, “Hello!”.

Her power returned to her the day
she grasped her
love of green gardening
was a deep form of medicine
held by her ancestors.

Her power returned to her the day
she ended cycles of extensive education
to be seen as “equal” to her male peers and,
instead, claimed herself “healed enough”
to birth her work in the world.

Her power returned to her the day
she dropped the burden of
carrying the whole bundle
so she could hone in on her piece
and do it with clear focus.

Her power returned to her the day
she tasted the darkness of her path;
instead of rejecting it —
she chose to ruminate and weave
it into her story.

Her power returned to her the day
she unearthed nuggets of gold
from her years around the sun,
cleansed off the mire and muck
to develop her own teachings.

Her power returned to her the day
she claimed her gifts as medicine,
as needed for the wide world
and walked through the threshold
to pour them out to others.

Her power returned to her the day
she took herself seriously
as an entrepreneur and
chose to charge for her offerings,
the world’s energy exchange of value.

Her power returned to her the day
she reviewed her shopping habits
and realized the amazing ability she had
at her fingertips to change economy
by where she chose to spend.

Her power returned to her the day
she ended silencing herself
to keep others comfortable
and chose to speak out
for all the injustice she saw.

Her power returned to her the day
she resurrected lost stories
of the Sacred feminine
and her voice began to teach
what had been buried.

Her power returned to her the day
she recognized the impact her words,
art, and actions could leave behind.
She chose to lean into legacy, asking,
“What will I leave for the next generation?”

Her power returned to her
the day she left the table of approval
for the feast of grace —
where she chose to be herself,
take her or leave her.


Ladies – Join me for a casual evening where we meet in Red Thread Circle to share around our personal gleanings from The Book of Longings by Sue Monk Kidd. We’ll move through a simple, creative practice and claim our wisdom.

Thursday, October 8th
7pm (Eastern)
Free Event

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