„The Gifts Of Reading“ – Herstory

I was a voice,
shushed into silence
buried in the shadows of religion: History.
My story is different. Her story was too.

„I believed
In god, in different ones,
in nature, in cycles, in birth and death.
In creating life myself.

I squirted and took time to bleed in a tent
I cooked and I hunted and I birthed and I cursed
even tho just a few remember my name,
I was empowered, embodied and didnt fit into no corset,
(Because my soul was just too fat)
I loved, as a lover should love, fully and whole-heartedly
I hated everything that stood in the way of senstivly timed and jucy destruction sometimes more and sometimes less thought through
I needed time alone with birds around and soil underneath the opening between my legs
I needed time with others, to share, to commune, to give and receive.
I died in peace.

I ́m called Dinah by Anita Diamond
I ́m called Circe in Madeline Millers Book
I ́m called Ana, and all the other women of Sue Monk Kidd.
Celia Rees, two books in one, where I ́m threatened a Witch
The Manuscript of Mary Magdalene
Die rote Zora, Ayla, Go as a river, Where The Crawdads Sing,
Where I ́m lonely but never alone and nature speaks to me as an ancient song.
I ́m a raging Lilith in Nikky Marmeys Version
I listen like Momo, I learn like Brida
I am a discerning priestess of Avalon, And humble, in a girl with a pearl earring.
I‘m in the signature of Enheduanna, the first women to sign her poetry.
I run with the wolves (or at least the book runs with me, whereever I run, even tho its too dense to fully read in one piece, but hey a wise woman once gave it to me.)
I ́m called Dshamilja, who is utterly in love.
I make love in nature, as nature is alive
Braiding Sweetgrass in Entangled Life
Happy period and Beet Root form my cyclic rights
And I am inspired by the different types
Of femenist wild „Bitch“es there are, in the zoologist view of Lucy Cooke.
I have big dreams.
and Hilde Domins wise and humble words touch my soul:
Nicht Müde Werden/Sondern Dem Wunder/Leise Wie Einem Vogel/Die Hand Hinhalten (Do not give in to tiredness, but open yourself for the wonder, quietly as offering a bird your hand)„

This list will never be fullfilled.
So many books burned
And mouths shut
In Orgasms, and opinions far from the „tellerrand“
But if you have books, thoughts, herstory dreams
Please share with me.

~ inspired by a wonderful present „The Gifts of Reading: Essays on the Joys of Reading, Giving and Receiving Books“