The Mycelial Power of the Feminine

The feminine is not fragile. It is mycelial.

For years, mycelium was misunderstood. People saw it as something dirty, something to be eradicated. But now we know better. Mycelium is the life force beneath the forest floor. It takes in the dead, the decayed, the discarded, and from that—creates life. It turns waste into nourishment. It even eats plastic, dissolving what humans have poisoned the earth with.

That is the essence of the feminine. Not to stay pristine in some sacred hall, breathing only rarefied air, but to move through life fully. To meet all of it—pleasure, pain, desire, devastation—and not shrink back, but metabolize it. To take in what is heavy and send it back out as something new.

This is why the current message about trauma is so profoundly upside-down. We have been taught to fear our own capacity, to see pain as something that marks us permanently, something we must tiptoe around or avoid altogether. But a woman fully connected to her own power is not afraid of what the world gives her—she knows she can transmute it.

Eros is the great circulatory system. And a woman who knows how to work with it does not break under the weight of the world. She moves it. She lets it flow through her. She becomes the force that turns even the heaviest thing into light.