My name is Audrey Elequin and I identify as a Woman. Not in an overly literal biological sense (although that is also true), but in the manner that my power, my finesse, my intuition, and my delight all stem from how I hold and embody myself as a Woman.

 

That said, I did not start out this way, and my story may not be too unlike yours. 

 

It tells of a transition from a woman disconnected from what is means to be Woman, and yet deeply comfortable in a world where money and status equate success, where beauty equates power, and where busyness equates achievement. 

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I've slept on the floor in Haiti and owned a 32nd floor condo in the sky. I've been a social business reformist and equally a corporate sales representative. I've packed my schedule with social events and outings and equally said goodbye to all senses of time by being with the land for months on end. I've experienced health and I've experienced the sickness of not listening to my body for decades of my experience-seeking life. 

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We are many things and more.

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The question is can we hear our voice amidst the busyness of our minds and the influence of the world.

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For women especially, we are highly adapted and skilled at perceiving and adjusting based on the environment around us. Subconsciously, we're wired to bring harmony. How? By anticipating needs. By adjusting to be more liked and therefore, safe. To anchor in stability and make everything ok. But what happens in this process? WE LOSE OURSELVES.

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It's the easiest thing to do.

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And, since most of us reading this page were raised in a society that values the traits of the masculine (more on this), what we've lost is our connection to our superpower - to our womb. 

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Our womb is our connection to the women before us. To lineages of wisdom that reside within our bodies. It is our connection to the grandeur that is the cosmos and the vast network of life that is our earth. It is our opening to creativity and expression that wants to be born through us. 

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It is our range of emotions. It is our pleasure. It is the voice that gently brings us back to ourself when we move beyond our own boundaries. She is home. She is us. 

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So, how we connect with Her again? 

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I didn't feel my womb until I was 30. It was the first time I felt a spark of aliveness that reminded me of who I was. It wasn't a singular event - it was a series of practices and healing therapies and, most importantly, the WITNESS of other women overflowing from this space of the Feminine. A place of great power, grace, sensuality, aliveness, and full beauty. 

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I was intimated, but deeply drawn to them. They were embodied. I, despite thinking I was, was not. They were loving while being unabashed towards. I didn't know this was possible. Pleasure, as I would learn, meaning the full presence and appreciation of the moment and all of the senses. Now, it is how I know I'm ALIVE. The taste of a hand-picked berry. The softness of true cotton sheets. The smell of frankincense bottled in love by a sister. 

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It's right in front of us. And best of all, we already know what to do. We just have to allow ourselves the opportunity to remember Her again.

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To be a woman is to be many things. I hope that my story inspires you to open your hearts to places within that only you can know and begin to trust. 

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LIFE: It's not so serious, but it's the most beautiful ride we can be on.

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with love

A