There are women on this planet who are Sages.
Women others turn to for counsel, clarity, and truth.
Not because they have all the answers—
but because their presence makes space for the right answers to appear.
These women carry a particular mantle.
They hold rooms.
They steady nervous systems.
They bring peace simply by being near.
Many of them have been this woman since they were girls—
the one people confided in, leaned on, sought out.
The one who could see what others couldn’t yet name.
To be the Sage is an honor.
And also… a burden.
Because the Sage gives.
And gives.
And gives.
She becomes the safe place, the sounding board, the lighthouse.
But even a lighthouse needs fuel.
So where does she go when she needs relief?
When she needs to be advised?
When she’s tired of carrying the emotional weight of being “the one who knows”?
When she needs to be reminded of her own agency, power, and tenderness?
The Sages of the world need other Sages—
because the air is different in that room.
It’s one thing to be in the presence of a woman who knows herself.
It is quite another to be in the presence of a room of women who know themselves—
and are brave enough to keep learning what else they are here to become.
If you’re reading this and you feel it…
then you already know.
- Kris
