There's a new femine rising

     There's a new feminine rising and she's not looking for a place in man's world. She's not looking to be the sexualized corporate paper-pushing legal-speak Barbie version of an insecure, overbearing man. She's not the "save the world" "love them all" schizophrenic or narcissistic version, either. She's the "let it all burn while I walk over here and do my thing without a care" version. She's the Earth in answer when man says "Look at this bridge I've built!": a mountain rears up from the middle of that river; "What bridge?".  Where man says "Look at this house I've built" and she replies; "So sorry, I planned a sinkhole there". She's the Earth who will send pestilence upon all cattle to end the factory farming that is destroying her surface. She's the Earth whose volcanoes are beginning to blow. She's not out to get anyone or anything, not a goddess of vengeance, she's simply a woman cleaning house.
    She's innocent and nurturing, strong and independent, soft, sensual and thoughtful, playful and daring, etheric and magical. She's the evolved version of every god and goddess who has ever lived. There is no other purpose but hers and her only purpose is to exist in wholeness and well-being. She is the quiet purity whose whispers shake foundations like thunder while she doesn't feel a thing or have a care.