I cannot seem to get through a chapter of my book (Woman As Healer) without weeping for all the women that were overlooked as contributors to medicinal healing, who were made to be slaves in the shadow of man, mistreated and ignored and belittled and spiritually squashed for the male ego, and how  long of a fight we are STILL in just to be recognized as magical beings again. Sometimes I don't understand how we are still holding our heads up. I am so sad and angry for all the times I've had to feel this because of a male, and yet somehow by the grace of a Goddess I still have a fire burning inside me. If that isn't a magical being, I don't know what is. We are magic. I love you, sister. I was feeling this too hard to not share with you my thoughts.

That fire inside me recognizes the fire still burning inside you. This is what sisterhood is. I need you.