When I was a little girl I was taught to comply, to get along, to execute, to prove my worth. I hid to protect my truth from being misunderstood, myself from being mistaken in an act of diminishing my own power I exiled from myself. The exile of the creative, of the tender for the benefit of fitting in a family, a community, a life I did not belong to.
In that hidden space two different lives grew independently. There was my corporate job, the scientist, the doctor and the creative whisper. Pushed at the edge of my beliefs, I came to learn about a deeper life that had to be comprehended, practiced despite the fear. The true inner voice wanted to be liberated from the constructs. A new story emerged, the story of embracing the paradox of being “many”, to remain “many”, to remain diverse.
We have a moral obligation to live and stand not only in the lights but in the shadows, to enter the story through inner hearing and recover all parts, to create a relationship with all the parts of which we are made even if the risk is to be exiled by others.
The whisper is the voice of my own intuition speaking, persevering to avoid my own fragmentation. Leadership is not taught as collaborative skills, many women of “power” pride themselves on their poker faces, strong masculine qualities and analytical detachment. I do not want to become detached, I do not want to act as if showing vulnerability it is a danger. I do not want to lose my passionate spirit just because, as woman, I fear to be called abrasive. I want honesty of emotions, open heart, collaboration and sharing of power. I, women of power, walked away from the role, I quit. The only point of having power is giving it away and inspire others to have it.
There is something greater than me, the commitment to another world being possible. A world where all humans’ needs and challenges are shared and met. The disempowerment of women is equal to global warming. Women have stopped to be fully alive, full selves in the same way the earth is being lessened and species are being killed.
I have learned that dreaming big it is not naïve but necessary. By vocalizing the dream, saying the word I was not supposed to say I got a voice.Transforming the World from the Inside Out