Storm Season

Quotes of the Month:

“And so the divine feminine is rising not as a trend but as a correction.” ~ Suhailah

“For me, I was born for this time. Forged by fire? No question. Created for this time? No doubt.” ~ Suhailah

“She is not confused. She is not lost. She is not broken. She is rearranging.” ~ Nayyirah Waheed

“The Goddess does not rule the world. She is the world.” ~ Starhawk, The Spiral Dance (1979)

Once upon a time, there was a woman who controlled the sky. Her name was Ororo Munroe.

Like me, she was born in New York.

She was born from a Kenyan mother and an American father. She was raised in Cairo. A place I have never been, but can vividly imagine. She was orphaned young. On the streets, before she could be anything else. Surviving, through her own hands in a world that offered her nothing easily. Easily, nothing. And then…Kenya. Red earth, wide sky. And something inside of her that had always been there began to speak.

This woman could feel the weather before it came. I can too, by the way. Fun fact. She could call the wind the way some people call a name they’ve never not known. Lightning answered her. Rain obeyed her. Thunder followed her. The actual atmosphere…that invisible, enormous thing that sits over all of us and governs more than we admit or regularly acknowledge until we need to…was hers to move.

The world would come to know her as Storm.

She would lead the X-Men. And in the Marvel Comic book version of events, she would rule as queen of Wakanda, alongside Black Panther.

Storm is absolutely no joke. Aside from what she can do on the outside, on the inside, she can stand in rooms built to diminish her and shift the entire and actual temperature without raising her voice. She has never asked permission to be what she is. She has never explained her power or apologized for the space it takes up. She does not perform it. And she does not warn you that it is coming. That she is coming. Or that she is about to do what she does.

She simply is it.

I remember the first time I saw Storm appear on the movie theatre screen. I was absolutely mesmerized. Not because it was the obviously stunning and beautiful Halle Berry flying up in the air and summoning the sky as she played this character in the X-Men movie, but because…

…because she could summon the sky. The atmosphere. Full stop. “WTF,” I thought. In the best possible way. I mean, what else is there, even.

Badass.

I’d never seen anything like it…like her...and she easily and instantly became one of my all-time favorite women, favorite people, real or imagined. Who and what was this creature? Where did she come from? This beautiful, powerful, magnificent woman.

There she was flying up above, holding steady in the midst of the thunder, the lightning, the dark clouds and rain and fierce winds, brave enough to summon and welcome them. Brave enough to stand apart from any of her brethren and sistren down below, but still part of the team…part of the whole. The group.

She flew up there in the sky on purpose, she summoned the elements on purpose, and she used them on and with purpose. So much so that the things became her name - Storm. Or she became theirs - storm. And so, either way, she summoned these things in her own name for the good of the whole. The same way we summon things in the name of God.

I was already a grown adult woman when I first saw Storm in the movies. But this was before I started having my own psychic and prophetic abilities through my nighttime dreams, or at least before I began recording them and knew what was happening with me and my own awakening. My own true nature. So what I realize now that we have in common besides being Black women, Storm and me...that I didn’t yet know then, is the ability to receive. And in my experience, receptivity is not a weak thing to do or to be able to do, as simple as it sounds.

Receptivity. This is one of the most misunderstood principles of the feminine. Of the Divine Feminine, since we are now in an era, in a time, when many are talking about these things again. Are talking about her again…The Divine Feminine. And because she is necessary right now. She is needed. In the times we are now living in, she is needed.

But receptivity is not passivity. It is not soft how we tend to think being soft means. It is the capacity to be open, to receive truth, to receive support, to receive love. It is the yin to the yang. It is the soil that receives the seed. It is a particular kind of vulnerability that requires a particular kind of strength and so a woman who can receive is as powerful as a woman who acts. And both are required. Especially now. Especially now.

The Divine Feminine and Power. Please, let us not be fooled.

There is a version of the divine feminine that has been softened into something decorative. Gentle. Yielding. Something that exists primarily to complement, to support, to receive….to disappear. And while, as I just stated, receptivity is genuinely a principle of the feminine, it is not the whole of it. Not even close.

So if you are in your “soft-girl era,” while I get that, I salute you, and can respect that too…this is not that.

Just the same, while I deeply understand our utter exhaustion of having to be the strongest one in any given room or, at times, even wanting to hear the word “strong” (never again) in relation to us, women, ever again…this is also not that.

This is about power. And not the kind that requires force nor strain.

The feminine principle in its full, uncolonized form includes Kali, who destroys what is false. It includes Oya, Yoruba orisha of storms, death, and transformation, who clears what must go so that what is true can live. It includes Sekhmet, the Egyptian goddess of war and healing, who understood that sometimes you have to burn it down before you can restore it. It includes Isis, who did not wait to be saved, who gathered what was broken and made it whole again through her own power and knowledge.

These are not soft figures. They are forces. Of nature. And Storm, fictional as she is and a woman after my own heart since the day I laid eyes on her, belongs in their lineage. She was drawn from that same ancient imagination: the woman who carries the sky, who does not wield the weather as a weapon first but as an extension of who she already is.

This is the thing that has been systematically dismantled in women not just in comics and movies and myths, but in actual lived lives: the understanding that our power is not something external that was granted to us, given to us, or we need to earn. It is what we are.

Disconnecting women from this understanding, through religion, through law, through the structures of romantic love, through shame about the body and its knowing, has always been the project. So we must be our own assignment. This is what we are here to remember. Because a woman who knows she is already whole, already powerful, already complete, cannot be led somewhere that does not serve her.

And to be clear ladies (& the gentlemen reading this), the divine feminine is rising not because women are now winning a power contest. This is not a contest or a competition so please consider stopping this narrative or frame of mind if this is where you currently stand with it. It is rising because the world requires a different way of knowing, a different way of leading, a different relationship to the body, to the earth, and to each other.

The intelligence that was deliberately dismantled, which is the intuitive, the relational, the cyclical, and the generative, this, this is exactly what this moment in time requires. Any collapse calls for healing and all chaos calls for rootedness. And so the stripping away of false structures calls for the kind of truth-telling that the feminine principle has always housed. This is why we feel like home to those who know too.

Storm knows this. Ororo Munroe has always known this. It’s why she leads. It’s why she rules. And it’s why she rules like she rules. It’s why she stands at the edge of the sky and does not ask. And it’s why I 💯 Rock. With. Her. (Hand clap after each period for emphasis.)

My mother’s name was Diane.

Her maiden first name. Before she took her Muslim and Arabic name before I was born. Before she met and married my father. Before she gave birth to 6 children that would bring 14 grandchildren, 12 living, two who came and did not stay long but came nonetheless. And a few great-grandchildren, before she transitioned in 2021.

Diane was the name my mother was born with before any other name or thing was added or taken away from her.

Diane.

It means Divine, Heavenly, Luminous, Benevolent, Generous. It is derived from Diana, the Roman goddess of the hunt, the moon, nature, and the wild. A goddess who belonged to no man, who moved through forests at night with her bow, who governed transitions, thresholds, the liminal places between one thing and the next, and I love every single thing about this. I dedicated episode 2, season 2, “Rewrite It,” of my podcast to my mother last weekend on Easter Sunday. She passed away on April 2, Good Friday, during Easter weekend, five years ago now.

So I carry this with me. The knowledge that the name my mother was born into was already pointing at something. That the women in our lines are named, without always knowing it, after the forces they carry. Such is it with me and my own name. The one my mother and father gave me: Suhailah.

The Divine Feminine is not a trend. It is ancient, and it is a memory many of us are now starting to remember. And yes, it lives in names. And yes, it lives in lineages. And yes, it lives in the body, stored in ways we sometimes cannot explain, only feel.

This year, for the rest of this year, I am writing toward that memory. That remembrance. Each month, one woman. Real or mythical. Present day or past. Living or dead. Named and specific. And what she teaches us about who we already are. In case…you have forgotten. Each month, one remembering, one principle. April is Power. Storm is where we begin.

April showers bring May flowers. What We Can Learn from Storm. What We Can Apply.

Storm does not shrink to fit the room. Practice this. Begin with the room you are already in. Notice where you make yourself smaller, quieter, less certain, more accommodating, are afraid to ask questions, or to contribute simply because it is expected, or unexpected, or makes you or others in the room more comfortable. The storm does not do this. Neither do we have to.

Storms power comes from alignment. She does not perform although, in the X-Men movies, she is nice to watch and witness. But she is not trying to look powerful. She is not managing how her power lands. She is simply aligned with what she is and that alignment is the power. This is the internal work that I have been talking about here in my newsletter for the past two years, in my podcast, in my first book, and in all the other work that I do…even in my work with my brand clients and even if it’s not as obvious to the customer or audience looking at that brand from the outside.

You have to be able to get quiet enough to hear your own truth. And then trusting it before you’ve been given permission. My March newsletter issue, which was based on another previous podcast episode of mine, “Move Forward Anyway,” speaks to this.

Storm has led and she has ruled. Both. Simultaneously. Leadership in the divine feminine tradition does not require you to be one thing. You can be fierce and soft. You can be the queen, the Empress, like my mother was, and the woman who still grieves. You can command the weather and still feel the rain. These are not contradictions, they are simply and beautifully the whole picture.

Storm does not fight to prove she belongs. Ororo Munroe does not spend her energy justifying her presence. When we are aligned, truly aligned, we do not need the room’s permission. The weather doesn’t need the sky’s permission. It is the sky.

Respectfully, we literally just no longer GAF.

Now is the time.

Look around. Or feel around if you can feel things as I do, see things as I feel them. We are living through a moment in time in which the old structures are cracking and they are cracking loudly, wildly, and visibly in ways that are impossible to look away from, to ignore, or to miss, even if and when we try. What has been false is becoming undeniable. What has been suppressed is coming up and through and out and it often looks like utter chaos. Or, like childbirth. I also spoke of this in season 2, episosde 1 of my podcast, “What is Life?”

And so the divine feminine is rising not as a trend but as a correction. The world needs what it tried to destroy, among these intuition, embodied truth, cyclical wisdom, and the capacity to feel fully and know what that feeling is actually telling us.

For Storm - she does not appear when the weather is calm. She appears when something needs to move.

For me - I was born for this time. Forged by fire? No question. Created for this time? No doubt.

For you - this might be the case as well.

If this feels correct for you then you are here. We are here together and this is the time. And you have always had what it takes. Let’s go.

Happy April. More next month.

~ 🩷 Suhailah 💫

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P.S.

I recently opened a new section of my Substack called the Awakening Journal & Writings. I have been writing my dreams down for the past 13 years and counting. Nearly 10,000 typed pages. My dreams are prophetic. They come true. My closest people have always known…because some have been about them. My dream archive is becoming my next book and I am now sharing select entries and writings here on Substack for the first time.

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