Woman's Genesis.

Gabriel watched carefully as the Lord held up a tiny human side to his all-knowing eye. The father looked up at Gabriel. His eyes were twinkling with a depth of delight that caused him to both tear up and laugh all at once. Clutching his chest to embrace all the emotion welling up within him, the father tilted back his head and lifted his glittering eyes above as tears streamed down his cheeks. This was not an uncommon sight for Gabriel to see. His Lord lived with his heart on his face, so to say. Every emotion of his would unashamedly project throughout heaven, in a glorious waves of sensation that echoed in the hearts of all. One little twinkle-tear traveled all the way down his cheek, climbed the edge of his nose, and, as he snuffled the tear away, it fell like a snowflake onto to tiny human rib. A twirling, twinkling tear of deep affection, wild emotion, and complete adoration and delight. The ingredients for the crown of his creation: a daughter.

"A daughter?" What is that? Asked Gabriel, full of wonder as he drew a little closer. The rib began to swell up and pulse, like a heart. The pulses seemed to be communicating something. Gabriel's eyes darted from the throbbing, swollen heart to the father, who seemed to know this heart language as though it were his own. Gabriel couldn't fathom it, yet he leaned in all the more in wonder. The expression on the father's face was very unique. He had seen this kind of face only when Adam awoke for the first time, and when the lamb of God had returned home, pulsing with that same heartbeat of passion for life that was now in the father's hand.

"She will reflect my beauty, my desire to be known, my compassion, and my wonder. She will contain the greatest miracle any human ever could, and become a mother". At this moment, Gabriel gasped, realizing that this rib-turned-heart perfectly resembled the heart of the father. Had God been fooling Gabriel all along, and simply pulled out his own heart? Or was he creating some kind of clone? He continued to watch, rather militantly, in his typical fashion. Whatever was happening between the heart in his hand, and that which Gabriel knew to be the heart of God was so inter-connected, that it was hard to now tell them apart from one another. The father now placed this little heart into his, and it fit perfectly. He let out a sigh of relief and satisfaction. In this moment, his own heart began to transform: it was... growing and stretching! Filling most of his body, and even stretching out his divine skin. As Gabriel concentrated on this ever-expanding heart, he could recognize stars and planets within... brilliance that celebrated the life that was now growing within the first womb in all of existence. God's heart continued to expand infinitely, and within God's heart, Gabriel could see the whole story of creation that he had only just witnessed in the days preceding this moment. There was the sun! The moon! The earth! And God's beloved garden, Eden. This spiraling poetry of recurring motifs within one another: God's heart, which held the universe, which held the earth, with held the garden, which held the man.

It was very difficult for Gabriel to comprehend God's wisdom in this. What was all of this about?

"Precious things need to be held and contained in love" replied the father, who knew Gabriel's thoughts.

Now glancing back at this rib-turned heart within the expanding heart of God, Gabriel witnessed the pulsing heart had now grown eyes! Eyes that locked onto the eyes of the God. In a moment, this little heart had already become a face, and was quickly taking shape. It seemed as though the pulses were what propelled the heart into its own shape, as if the heart was manifesting into it's perfect expression with every throbbing movement. Pulses that would thrust out a limb, a finger, a breast, a woman's body.

The heart almost violently continued to pulse and throb, as though it demanded to exist in full-form, to be expressed and validated for its existence. The little heart was beginning to express itself, and as it did so, a woman began to form. God's deep affection, wild emotion and complete adoration and delight found an expression: a woman.

Finally, the pulsing finished, and there sleeping in the womb of creation, was the woman. Fully formed and mirroring the radiance of heaven. She looked like the father, but in a tiny form. All of heaven froze in awe as the father exclaimed with tears, "My daughter!" His hands wrapped around his body so heavily, that a mighty wind blew through all of heaven.

Whoosh.

And the father began to sob, and sob and sob. He was enamored by his precious daughter. Her perfect beauty and innocence captivated him eternally. "wh-wh-who is she, Lord?" stammered Gabriel, in reverential fear. "She is the mother of all creation" He smiled, as he rocked his body to lull her into the most luxurious sleep within him.

"That is her destiny, my co-creator of my own expression."

Heaven celebrated the crown of creation with songs of love that glorified God.

Though in shadows, down below, Lucifer gnashed his teeth. Envy turning his once brilliant skin to scaly dark tones. Pulling at his hair and blocking his ears at the sounds of adoration that he had so desired for himself. "I hate her! I hate her!" He repeated, as he and cowered backward into his small cave like a spider. He had now witnessed his worst nightmare. Humans, made in the image of God.

From the author: Hi, I'm Moorea. What you just read is my first attempt to help women reconcile to the full expression of their womanhood. Something I'm going to call 'reconciling the woman's heart to her "womb"' - the part of us which is woman, which is all of our being.

For so long, I never even thought to look into this deep well. Perhaps it was ignorance, or my unknowing that this well was actually so deep and full of life. Generations before me stopped it up because of shame, pain, abuse and survival. Survival through hard times, such as the world wars, pain from the loss of fathers or fathers who were not able to protect their little flowers, shame passed down from mothers long gone who were victims of hardships that did not allow space for little daughters to become strong in their femininity.

By the time our generation entered the scene of life, layers of brokenness had totally skewed the idea of what it means to be God's feminine reflection. Many masculine traits were adopted by women in our ancestry in order to survive. Some inherently feminine traits were seen as unsafe, shameful or unnecessary.

Join me on this messy, beautiful process of unearthing Eden, and finding our value and identities as God's daughters once again. I am set out to find out what is inherently "feminine" and all that is lovely, pure, wonderful and safe about being a woman. Subscribe to this blog and / or my Instagram account __sistertalk to stay updated as I research and attempt to express my findings in whatever art form seems fitting.