Monday’s Muse

Sekhmet, not here to play

It may be Tuesday but Monday will be the day we recall when the collective consciousness / worldwide Grammys audience was schooled in the gentle art of the divine feminine.

Fully inhabiting the archetype of the Mother in every sense, Queen B's performance was grace personified. It did not bow to expectation, instead carving its own path and rising well above a sea of stellar talent. It was powerful and brave. It did not skip lightly over pain or distress. It soothed and solved, a balm to weary hearts worldwide. Just as the very best mothering does.

Surrounded by her anointed sisters and floating in swathes of flowing fabric, Beyonce elevated our world into possibility. One that encourages girls and women everywhere to step fully into both their feminine grace and their power. Both are our birthright. Together they rise in darkest times to save the world.

Bow down.

If we're going to heal
let it be glorious
One thousand girls raise their arms.
~ Warsan Shire's poem for Lemonade


Words c. Kerrie Basha, 2017