The Scream

There’s a place she tells me, in the southern Parnon Mountains in Kynouria.

On the path to the majestic monastery of Panagia Elona in the Peloponnese where she goes to scream.

Where her screams are relieved and harmoniously reflected back through the echoes of the mountain’s various faces.

What is this sensation of an infinite scream passing through us? Through nature? Through nature, through us?

I said, Thea, the screams that came out of me were the sounds of a woman being stabbed by a thousand daggers.

She looked at me with reverent understanding.

I see in that moment the spiritual path she paved for me to not have to seek distant mountainsides.

I see the path of present moment freedom she has fiercely created with her love for me, for her daughter, to fully feel and respond to a moment as it is through her own hardships and faith.

We’ve been sold a false interpretation of what it means for a woman to express anger and it’s sensations. What we see is an immature 15-year-old girl version.

Sacred rage is an appropriate response to the energies present in a particular moment.

The sensations of the infinite scream, whether brooding from the inside or passing through our collective unconsciousness show up in our lives from time to time.

It’s okay to let it out

and

SCREAM!

(disclaimer: let it out in healthy and safe ways)

Happy Halloween!

With Deep Love + Reverence,

Billy