I just saw a delightful movie with my daughter, called Little Women. What a Beauty! So flipping awesome to see the epic bonds between women up on the big screen. Little Women was first published in 1868 and it brings timeless wisdom to me here in 2020. The original novel was penned in calligraphy ink by Louisa May Alcott over one hundred and fifty years ago. I can imagine the author sitting beside her oil lamp at night writing this novel as I write this now. Little Women is a triumph of a film for our burnt out world.
As I see it the light side of the love between women is…
Oh the raucous laughter!
And it also shows the Dark side of our love. The jealousy, the manipulation, the competition, the gossip etc. I’m glad that old octopus wasn’t left out. The film is honest this way.
I think it was Laura Dern who played Marmee, the mother of four beautiful daughters. Each woman so unique, so wild and so free on the screen.
The fierce love of Jo.
The courage of Amy.
The wisdom of Beth.
The fortitude of Meg.
This film inspired me. It points to some interesting possibilities for us moving forward. Imagine a world where women looked more to one another for intimacy, joy and comfort. I’m not talking about sexual intimacy here, although that is totally on the menu for some women and I fully respect and honour that delicious choice too.
The most beautiful scene is where the Daughter holds the Mother and where the Mother holds the Daughter. What a treat to see it with my daughter. I want to see it again to expand my heart even more.
Imagine a world where we saw other women as nurturing protectors, power partners and highly treasured play mates instead of competition for scarce resources.
As we birth a new decade we also sew a new future for the earth. We weave this new world with new thoughts, new actions and new energy. Our songs, our words, our cooking, our gardens, our cakes, our books, our touch, our tenderness and our love is priceless. Valuable beyond measure.
As we feed ourselves, we feed life.
As we love ourselves, we love life.
As we nurture ourselves, we nurture life too.
The bonds between women are golden threads that hold with care. If the fabric has been torn, it’s okay, it can be mended by hand; one stitch, one touch, one meal, one smile, one kind word at a time.
Imagine a Healed Sisterhood.
I am planting that seed in my heart today. It begins with me.