meditation2Womyn’s Herstory Month
March 2012  (part 1 of 3)

March is a time to celebrate women and their contribution throughout history. From the beginning women were always part of history, standing behind the man as the silent majority and the second sex. However, she’s beautiful and strong; physically, mentally and spiritually. This poem is the first of three, celebrating womanhood, starting with a poem from the 1990's and working our way back through time.  

Meditation for the Fully Realized Woman by Karen Andes


I am a beautiful woman, with a beauty that doesn't wash off. I earned it, unearthed it, rescued it like a jewel in the dust, picked it up and made it shine.

For years, I did not see it, though I sensed it was there.  Now it dazzles and thrives.

I am healthy, capable, independent, strong yet still so fragile, floored by a sigh.  My body is that of a creator - angles meeting curves, hardness drifting into soft.

I am mother, daughter, sister, lover to myself.  Embraceable and brave, I extend my heart.

My body is my home, my home a shrine to life, comfortable, warm and rich with treasures. Mine is the scent of hot spices caught in a breeze, mine the laughter that wings through the door.  I share myself only with those who honor me as I am and protect myself, my house and my time from invaders.

I search for my center in the midst of chaos, practice peace as wild dogs clamor in my mind.  I use power for the greater good, release rage in neutral settings, with no one innocent in the line of fire.

I am learning how to persist and when to let go, am willing to feel all emotions to their depths and exaltations, to wake up in every nerve and no longer am afraid of my life.

Both my beauty and strength transcend age, time, and perhaps even this lifetime.

Each day I am new, yet more at home in myself.  Moment by moment, I create my world.