“If you have yet to be called an incorrigible, defiant woman, don’t worry, there is still time.” ― Clarissa Pinkola Estés
THIS ONE. We must raise ourselves and teach our daughters to be incorrigible. When I am not conscious, I forget this and my people pleasing habits take over by default. I try to get people to like me. When I walk into a room, I want folks to have walked away feeling healed and content. AND YET, perhaps this does not serve my wildish nature. I’ve been hearing from my heart that the loving stance might be more disruptive, more incorrigible. I want to be present to the wild one inside, aka La Que Sabe (The one who knows, Dr. Clarisa Pinkola Estes calls it).
I often tell people that I know how insidious this is in our culture, because I was a teacher that depended on the girls being quiet and doing as I asked. What a different day it made. It was hard to keep active elementary boys quiet and working (because they really do developmentally need lots of action) and sometimes 30 kiddos in a room was a lot for me. So. Much. Energy…. I needed them to be quiet. Girls, attuned as they are in our patriarchal culture, get this message all the time. Be quiet. Do what you’re told. They got that message at home, from their teachers, from every space. And none of them were white, so they were also getting messages about brown skin and brown bodies from a white bodied woman who was mostly allowed to have a voice. So I cannot help but hold this question: Who might I be if I am to be incorrigible? How might I teach and coach if I was to hold for other women’s incorrigibility? More than ever, our lovers, our families and society needs that. Get. Out. There. Be incorrigible.
Mantra: May I speak the words on my heart, incorrigibly and without regret.
Journal: What would you actually say about what’s happening right now in your life, in your world, in the world at large? What would you say if you were incorrigible?
These Soulful Sunday blogs go out weekly on Sundays to be used as a place to step back from the hustle and bustle and explore what your soul might be saying to you. Some folks use these as journal prompts and let loose amidst pages. Some folks bring them to the kitchen table and jam over coffee. Do you, boo.