Aspire Demo - (Page 14) T h e Fe m i n i n e Connections: THE FEMININE PERSPECTIVE Pe r s p e c t i v e By Rose Ewas Welcome to our new columnist, Rose Ewas. Each of her columns will be devoted to all those who wish to implement a life that is heart centered and spiritually aware. An authentic, heart-centered life is a balm and blessing to the world and to yourself! A reason, a season, or forever. I just heard that phrase uttered by my dear friend, Rain. She was talking about the way people come into your life. We were four women having dinner together at a lovely restaurant. This is, by the way, one of my favorite ways to connect with other women: over a meal. I love food and I love good conversation. Food is the celebration portion and conversation is the connecting portion for me. The emphasis this evening was on the conversation. As time wrapped us up in a gentle cocoon, we got to the real stuff…big stuff. The loss of beloved people…a son, a daughter, a brother. A conversation not for the faint-hearted. Conversations like these feel to me as if time has stood still. Sacred conversation. Holy connection. Again a gift was given to me that night that I am not alone. Three more women who can sit with me, and me with them, in our collective pain, not flinching, not turning away. It has been four years since my beautiful son passed. Sean is in my heart and mind everyday. He’s right where I live my life from. The place where my tears, my joy, and my growing zest for life reside. I really want to go for the gusto and Sean is showing me how. But, I digress, so easy to do on the topic of Sean! What I think I’m getting to is…Sean had a lot of friends and so do I. I am one of those women who love other women. Not in a romantic sense but in an “I am so interested in your life and wellbeing!” sense. It may be that I do not know a lot of men who are able to share their inner life with me, but I am fascinated and amazed by women’s journeys! There are many famous women with incredible stories, but it is the women in my own backyard, so to speak, who interest me. There are many stories that I marvel at. I wonder at the resilience of some of these women. We women are hot stuff! Not the wiggle your fanny hot stuff (but, if you’d like, knock yourself out!) but the courage and grace hot stuff. This gift of loving women was nurtured by my mom and six sisters. We are always there for one another and will move heaven and earth to help each other. I thank God everyday for their presence in my life! We all have our quirks and spices and we love each other anyway. And can I tell you how lucky I am to have a daughter? My beautiful Anastassia. I feel so fortunate and proud that this compassionate, intelligent, and bright light has come into my life. My children are so precious to me. Shall we go to the friend portion of my life? Let’s…Right from the get-go I wanted friends. My sister closest in age was five years younger than me, so I needed to venture outside the family to make my first little connections. I am still a friend of my best friend from third grade. That friendship grew to include six other friends from high school. We still see each other regularly, and it always includes a meal! I’m sure that, at any restaurant we go to, we laugh too loud and stay too long. Our conversations have switched from childbirth, children, and husbands to colonoscopies (we are appalled!), our children’s marriages, and what we will do with the second halves of our lives. Can all of these women face my pain? No, but I love them anyway. Which brings me to the women who are wrapped up in the very fabric of my everyday life and me with theirs. These include, of course, my daughter, mom, and sisters. I am grateful beyond words to have them all! But, I must mention the sistersof-my-heart in this bunch as well. How do I describe this sisterhood? How do you explain the soul of someone who will go into the abyss and pull you out? Who will not turn her face away from your pain or your joy? I am the boogeyman (woman) to many people. If they don’t keep company with me or look too closely then maybe it will keep the unthinkable at bay…losing a child. I do understand this, but nonetheless I am eternally grateful for the sisters who are willing to go deep and at times get into the trenches with me. Again, my love runs deep for my family—Mo, what would I have done without you? But, I cannot resist the urge to give thanks as well to my fabulous and warm sisters-of-my-heart…Lee, Lorna, Barbie, Susie, Linda, Rain, and Noelle. God bless you all, my sweet sister friends! Last but not least, I must talk of my connection to my Source. The Origin of my connection to everything and everyone. One of the sweet spots of my day is my contemplative practice. The space and time I have carved out to foster my connection to the Divine, to relate to God from the depths of my feminine perception. Using and acknowledging my incarnate form as female, I am able to access the Feminine face of God. When I relate to That which is beyond form from a feminine perspective, my access to God is immediate, nurturing, and so close! Knowing God as male only doesn’t make sense or feel good to me. I am, after all, expressing myself as female on this Earth, and finally it feels wonderful and enlightening to experience God as Feminine! And this connection is the One that holds lovingly and tenderly all the other wonderful connections in my life, and for this I am deeply grateful. So, when you have a spare moment, bless all the sisters in your life, and while you are at it…bless yourself. Rose Ewas is a writer and columnist for aspire… magazine, teacher of several energy modalities at The Hancock Institute for Healing and Metaphysical Studies, experiential workshop facilitator and inspirational speaker, as well as an Intuitive Spiritual Reader and Counselor. Rose brings to her workshops, speaking engagements, and intuitive readings a warm and engaging approach. She specializes in enhancing and discovering a woman’s innate talents, gifts, and desires so that living a heart-centered life is achievable. Immersing herself in the study of spirituality and metaphysics after the physical death of her precious son, Sean, Rose now facilitates the Seeds Of Hope meetings for parents whose children are in heaven. Rose is writing a book about her incredible experiences and communications with her son since his physical passing. 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