The act of “finding wings” is of course, A life long journey in and of itself – We cannot wait for inspiration to strike Or circumstances to improve – The time to “take wing” is always And ever, right now. Right now. Right now. And Now. We each have to find Our own wing cadence.…
May you choose to sift the glitter from the grit of life.
May you sharpen those internal soul tools that make self excavation possible, even when messy.
May you choose to pursue your life purpose fearlessly, no matter what bills are due.
May you realize that you don’t need to be inspired to create, and you don’t need to clean the house or the catbox first.
has a dream to live
a story to tell
a song to sing
a dance to dance
In the folds of your dress
your holy garment
I bury my head
Smelling the sweet fragrance of your love
My little hands hidden in the layers of fabric
I try to be consumed and folded into your dress
I want to disappear into your being-ness
I pull up a fold and surround myself with silken fabric
Soft and giving, silky and strong
It is dark like your skin
and in these folds I can imagine
All the world is well and
I hear your soothing voice
speaking words of grace-filled wisdom
Only You (can do what you are here to do) and celebrating the 90th Anniversary of Women's Right to Vote!
Only You… Remember that no one can do what you do, the way you do. And that what you do is needed, and wanted. Remember that you have a unique purpose that has always lived within you. And that it will continue to call on you, until you say YES! Remember that saying YES will…
It has been told by my mama
that as a baby
moon was my first word
and that when I saw the color pink
in a sunset I became very excited
and began to jump up and down.
Medicine Woman holds tools for healing in her magic basket.
She dances in the moonlight and sings her prayers.
Medicine Woman knows herbs and signs, stars and sums.
She is between maiden and mother, mother and crone.
And then finally, we can rest in the blooms after the storm.
Surround ourselves with softness and sweetness and rose petal skin.
We can hope again. Day dream even. Think fresh new thoughts.
I forgive myself.
I forgive my self for all I cannot do.
I forgive myself for what I said I would do but didn’t.
I forgive myself for what I want to better but cannot right now.
I ask forgiveness of those who are affected when I cannot do what I say I will.
I have compassion on what others said they would do but didn’t
This is my feminism. That I might think the thoughts which I would like to think. Free from the frames of thinking which I have taken on. Conscious or unconscious. To have a free thought in which my own mind is Queen. How might we disentangle ourselves from concepts brought about by an enforced consumer…