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The Queen of My Self

The Queen of My Self

Every Woman Is The Queen of Her Own Heart

Every Woman Is The Queen of Her Own Heart

By Shiloh Sophia McCloud


Every woman is the Queen of her own heart.

She must decide how to govern her own domain.

She seeks friends and allies that honor

who she is now

and who she is becoming.

She has the power to create miracles.

Her prayers and intentions manifest in right order.

 

She does not know how

or when her needs will be met,

but she trusts the will of the Divine.

Being the Queen of one’s domain is not about being

the ruler over anyone else’s life or ideas.

And it isn’t even about calling herself a Queen.

It is about self honor. It is about choice.

It is about knowing her limits

and setting her boundaries.

And about encouraging others

to live their possibilities.

It is about learning how to live

with what comes her way,

with as much grace,

majesty and justice as she can.

 

And sometimes, yes, she has to have her own way!

She claims her unique destiny and recognizes

she has a calling.

A calling to greatness within her own life.

And within her own heart.

 

The Queen of Her Own Heart isn’t something she does,

it is a way that she is.

When she if full, bountiful

and living from the overflow

she invites others to join her there –

in the middle of her awakened sacred heart.

She encourages others to love powerfully – unconditionally –

while at the same time practicing discernment

and wisdom.

 

She is forgiving. And she believes healing is at hand.

She leads her own life as grand experiment

in happiness, in creativity, and in abundance.

She offers her gifts to others,

but not to her own detriment.

She rests as she needs to,

ruling one’s own life takes energy.

She chooses to embody wholeness, her sovereign essence,

even when she feels fragmented

by all there is to do, and be.

 

She holds the prayers of the world within her

because she cares what happens – with everyone –

even though she cannot reach them all.

She reaches whom she can.

She often feels like she is not pulling it all off,

and sometimes she isn’t.

But she keeps reaching anyway.

She keeps opening her heart

and being in her own power.

She chooses to govern her life in gratitude.

*****

Donna Henes is the author of The Queen of My Self: Stepping into Sovereignty in Midlife. She offers counseling and upbeat, practical and ceremonial guidance for individual women and groups who want to enjoy the fruits of an enriching, influential, purposeful, passionate, and powerful maturity. Consult the MIDLIFE MIDWIFE™

The Queen welcomes questions concerning all issues of interest to women in their mature years. Send your inquiries to thequeenofmyself@aol.com.

 

 

 

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