The Red Thread

“We can only know who we really are by remembering the love we have always been.” 

MEGGAN WATTERSON

There’s a legacy of love, a red thread, that hasn’t been written about before now. Or it has, it’s just scattered, with pages missing and with parts buried. It isn’t codified in any one singular sacred text; it isn’t institutionalized within any one religion or sect. It isn’t handed to every little one born to this world as a secret personal bible, as a promise sealed already inside the heart, that love is where we have all come from, no matter who we are. 

History has allowed us to easily inherit the stories of God, a divine He, and the holy men, monks, priests, and male mystics whose lives sought to translate that love. But what we’re still learning to see, and to hear, what we are still piecing together and unearthing the buried pages of (like the pages to Mary Magdalene’s gospel), are the stories of the Goddess, a divine She, and the human women who sought to live that love in their female bodies so that the world might remember that the feminine is just as sacred.

There’s a legacy of love that women throughout time and in every culture and tradition have been devoting their preciously brief lives to realize. Like Enheduanna, the first known author in all of recorded history, the woman whose love-drenched poetry to the ancient Sumerian goddess Inanna written in roughly 2285 BC would later inspire the cadence and stanzas of the prayers and psalms in the Old Testament. 

Or like Marguerite Porete, the 13th century French mystic whose book on divine love was considered such a masterpiece, such a profound contribution to theology, that it achieved near scriptural status even long after her name was removed from it, even long after she was burned at the stake for having written it, for having dared to suggest that god is love, and that she, Marguerite, is nothing except love. 

We can only know who we really are by remembering the love we have always been. I deeply believe it’s time for us to remember how holy wise and powerfully present the divine feminine is. This to me is the red thread. This is the legacy of love we must remember now, together. 

Male, female, masculine, feminine, non-binary, trans: we are all love.

With only more love,
​M.