Namaste. I honour the divine that is within you. The divine that is within us all. The divine that weaves its way through our veins, bringing us to see beauty through pain and joy after sadness. The divine that is you. Namaste. I honour the divine that is in our world. The sun rises after the darkest night. The colour of the autumn leaves as the seasons begin to change. The flowers that flourish and grow out of cracked concrete - places that were made to restrict them. Nature teaching us the divine. The divine that is earth. Namaste. I honour the divine that is in you. Love. Hope. Creativity. Rebellion. Laughter. Pain. Lament. Tears. Joy. This is the divine. I am divine. You are divine. Namaste. Us all made in the image of the divine. Us all woven into this tapestry of mystery. Us made to do life with each other. Our liberation bound together. No them and us. Just us. Us the divine. Namaste. I honour the divine that is the tearing. The metamorphosis. The shedding of our old shell. The journey of finding freedom. The acceptance of the mystery. The questions without answers. The stories of torment and hell. I honour your pain and your story. I honour the choice to let your heart be soft and tender and to feel love again. Namaste to who it made you today. Namaste. I honour the divine in you. I honour the divine in me. I honour the divine. Namaste.
Emily is a renowned community connector, advocate for women, Asset Based Community Development advocate and leader in her local community, recognised for her work as the Local Woman of the Year in New South Wales in 2016. She has delivered training and workshops all around Australia, empowering communities to address gender based violence and discover the inherent dignity and worth in everyone.
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