“When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed.”
“One by one the women step up and commit the forbidden act of biting into patriarchal thought refuting it, smashing it, discarding it and beginning again in the very beginning when women loved their bodies named their gods authored their lives when women refused to surrender except to life as it pulsated through them. Women reminding us there is nothing wrong there never has been anything wrong there never will be anything wrong with woman.”
The deer say be gentle with you It is a time to be courageous in gentler ways People cannot bully their way into creating magic It is the gentle heart that will find the way forward It is the gentle hearted who will find strength in the journey who know that their gentle ways are forged with love There IS nothing stronger.
“It is not female biology that has betrayed the female, as Elizabeth Cady Stanton observed more than one hundred years ago, it is the myths and stories that have been told about her, what has come to be believed about her – even by the female herself.
In the Christian West, it is common for a woman to be described or to describe herself as “just a mother”. It is common for “barefoot and pregnant” to connote powerlessness. Simone de Beauvoir suggested that it was as mother that woman was most fearsome, so it was as mother that she was enslaved.
Yet there are cultures in the human community where a birthing mother is described as a “great warrior” – going to the gates of life and death, to heave and push a soul into the world.”
~Glenys Livingstone, PhD
Magna Mater, Great Mother Cybele Lounging on her Lion
Why do we spend all of our precious soft? trying to be hard talking like we’re hard dressing like we’re hard pretending to be hard moving like we’re hard acting like we’re hard writing like we’re hard living like we’re hard
until we wake up one morning stone cold hard and we’d give anything everything to feel a little bit of soft
“Don’t prioritise your looks my friend, they won’t last the journey. Your sense of humour though, will only get better. Your intuition will grow and expand like a majestic cloak of wisdom. Your ability to choose your battles, will be fine-tuned to perfection. Your capacity for stillness, for living in the moment, will blossom. And your desire to live each and every moment will transcend all other wants. Your instinct for knowing what (and who) is worth your time, will grow and flourish like ivy on a castle wall. Don’t prioritise your looks my friend, they will change forevermore, that pursuit is one of much sadness and disappointment. Prioritise the uniqueness that make you you, and the invisible magnet that draws in other like-minded souls to dance in your orbit. These are the things which will only get better.”