I Dream of a World...

I dream of a world where we’re all connected to nature, seeing our reflection in it’s cycles,

gathering nutrition and medicine from the wild, trusting our innate knowledge.

I dream of a world where we realise the ancestral line of the tribe which came before us, that live among us, the story of our history, the seed that led us to be.

I dream of a world that isn’t battling with amnesia…

Where we remember the gifts we embody through our very own hands, the song that has been trapped, the power we have in our words, the healing force we have when we hold the space for another to be seen.

I dream of a world where we still have our village, all in commitment to the growth of the playful young, lending a hand, a space, so they could freely transition from maiden to mother, but to keep the wholeness of their form. To be themselves without the roles, or the expectations. To dance under the moonlight, and to be the creatrix of their own fiery masterpiece’s.

I dream of a world where women and men gather to express and to tell their story. To feel connection without their deep-rooted sister wounds. To bond intuitively without their toxic masculinity. To be themselves in their raw wholeness.

I dream of a world where men don’t feel like they have to be strong or dis-connected. Where women never feel like they need to be submissive or domesticated.

I dream of a world where women aren’t scared to walk alone, to say the ‘wrong’ thing, where the bar isn’t so high. I dream of a world where men aren’t scared to be intimate with their truths, with connection.

I dream of a world where women’s cycles aren’t shamed or hidden, but honoured, understood and integrated.

I dream of a world where we teach our children the importance of a women’s cycles, and how we are all very much cyclical like nature. I dream of a world where we model and show our children how to self-regulate, how the human body works, never shaming or scare-mongering them through age-appropriate education.

I dream of a world where children are nurtured to be nothing more, nothing less, than wild, playful children. Where a child is supported to be messy, un-tamed, high-spirited, sad, angry, have their tantrum; where they can naturally learn to release & self-regulate without us stepping in and switching their need to learn such a skill.

I dream of a world that notices the negative bias of the media, aware of the mental state it contributes to, realising the fears it brings of the earth we tread upon. I dream of a world that’s released from their addiction to drama, that sees the beauty in the chaos.

I dream of a world that intuits and embodies the primal knowledge of our late ancestry, and of our bodies, like when a woman births new life from her instinctually wise being.

I dream of a world that isn’t fearful of birth, ageing, or dying.

I dream of a world where people aren’t glued to technology, unknowingly disconnecting themselves from deep connection, their body, and the earth.

I dream of a world where worth isn’t placed on beauty or status, but gifts and kindness.

I dream of a world where people did something joyous for the sake of feeling joyful.

I dream of a world where families' were open about their pain and their celebration.

I dream of a world where our artforms are nurtured, where the subconscious message isn’t: that success is received through intricacies, degree’s, and burn-out culture.

I dream of a world where we chose to learn from our disagreement’s, rather than react.

I dream of a world where we felt we never had to die down our greatness to be loved or accepted.

I dream of a world that knows we’re whole already, nothing broken.

© Words by Bonnie Knapton / Primal Womben Poetry

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