Inanna, Queen of Heaven, is the oldest known Goddess in recorded history. She is the morning star and the evening star. The depiction of Venus, the second planet that orbits the sun, the first of the morning and the first of the night. Also known as the Star of Venus. Inanna was a meek youth that grew in power and became so glorious, she can be seen directly with the sun.
In my elementary grade youth, I remember hearing her mythology and envisioning it vividly in my childlike mind. The story of her scaling a mountain with her Lapis Lazuli poles, the repetitive part in the story of her running up a mountain, her feet flinging rocks behind her. Flinging them everywhere without a care. Nothing ever stopped her. Muscle bound heroes to elder gods may have found themselves in jealously of her power, but never dared to judge her. Inanna was venerated for who she was. Her actual self so celebrated. In a world where a person, and most definitely women, are judged for breathing… Inanna was all of it. She said whatever she wanted, whatever was on her mind pertaining to the self and the world about her. Speaking crud truths that women weren’t supposed to speak about, just smile and say nothing, but not Inanna. She was strong and could best a challenge with the flick of her wrist. She did not apologize for not being “ladylike” and ruled the way she wanted. She didn’t care what anyone thought about her and lived her way.
Remember, although the world has an opinion about you and will try to hold you to standards, preconceived notions, or even past mistakes… you are growing, learning, and becoming. May you scale those mountains like Inanna. May you be celebrated for who you are.