Women are Sacred: How Resourcing Feminity is a Somatic Tool for Healing
- Kristen Dawn

- Mar 8
- 2 min read
Updated: Mar 30
A Post to Celebrate International Women's Day
Women are sacred.
We're wisdom-keepers. Innate in our bones is the key to resourcing our power.

Like water, we don't break. It’s how we survive.
For generations, women have been asked to be small, to be silent, to suppress the vastness of our nature. Frozen in the dogma of systematized power, we're conditioned to contain our true selves—flowy, vibrant, and full of song.
That’s what happens when things are too much for the nervous system… it freezes.
The body, holding more than it can process, carries the weight of disempowerment. The unspoken, the unseen, the unheard—it lingers in the cells, manifesting as tension, numbness, rigidity. Too many women have lived in this freeze, feeling its effects in the body, in the spirit, in the generations that follow.
Yet, like water, we remain unbroken.
Women are one—connected across time, to ancestors who carried unspeakable trauma, to daughters who will break cycles for the granddaughters yet to come. And it is as one that we can melt the freeze.
Through connection, movement, and deep listening, the body can begin to thaw. In somatic healing, this journey is called resourcing—the practice of accessing internal power to restore safety and balance. The body communicates through sensation, not words. Healing begins when we learn to understand its language.

The challenges endured, the hardships carried, the traumas that have shaped us—they expand the riverbanks of our journey. Somatic practices help us navigate these waters, moving between resourcing and the places where power was once lost.
This expansion makes women even more unmessablewith.
To every woman: Your sacred femininity is a resource for healing. Your body, your wisdom, your power—it is all still here, waiting to be reclaimed.

What the water wishes for you
oh woman, warrior — wisdom-keeper
is for you, like her
to ever move
shapeshift away
from forces needling your soul
She whispers to you in her
lullaby lap
or is a reckoning in her
falling thunder overtones
Yet ever she urges you
survive, return
swim in your power
🩵 Kristen Dawn






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