If you want to give birth to your true self, you are going to have to dig deep down into that body of yours and let your soul howl. Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith and trust that if you turn off your head, your feet will take you where you need to go.
The Rhythm of Our Ancestors
“All the eggs a woman will ever carry form in her ovaries while she is a four-month-old fetus in the womb of her mother. This means our cellular life as an egg begins in the womb of our grandmother. Each of us spent five months in our grandmother’s womb, and she in turn formed in the womb of her grandmother. We vibrate to the rhythm of our mother’s blood before she herself is born, and this pulse is the thread of blood that runs all the way back through the grandmothers to the first mother.”
~Layne Redmond, When the Drummers were Women
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We form floating in the rhythms of our mothers and grandmothers… What a mysterious, magical journey is this life!
#SacredFeminineMagic
Growing
“The place where you feel your truth, that is Shakti.
That is her speaking… moving you.
That is where you can find her.
That’s where she is so close.
And in times of crisis or
when things are challenging in this way,
It is so easy to put that connection aside.
…In times like this, you are growing.
Think about yourself as a new sprout in you.
And you have to find ways to take care of it.
You need to finds ways to
feel your feet and feel the Earth.
Find ways to connect in small ways.”
~Chameli Ardagh
Saraswati Sadhana
Be WILD
Be wild.
Let your hair down
feel the life in your breath
embrace your animal body
laze in the sun
ground in the moist earth
flow with the rivers
run with the wind.
Get to know your inner wildness
the internal springs,
caves,
nocturnal beasts and invertebrates
the forgotten place where you hide
your wild self
the creature of instinct and intuition.
Be wild.
Let yourself go
where your heart wanders
when you sleep
dream about flying high
and diving deep
and finally realizing who
you really are.
– Alissa Wild
Embodied Joy
Yesterday I danced in the kitchen and felt JOY. Earlier this week, I watched a funny movie and felt JOY moving through me as I belly laughed again and again. Last Saturday I got sweaty hiking up a mountain and felt JOY. And who could forget the sex that left me breathless with JOY?
I think I’ve had it all wrong about JOY. For years I believed that JOY was an emotion that lives in the heart. If you had asked me what JOY was a month ago, I would have said something about JOY being a loving emotion of the heart. But now I’m beginning to think JOY is a full body emotion. JOY is embodied.
Why are little kids so JOYful? They live in their bodies! Little kids don’t think their way through life, they jiggle and wiggle and dance through life. Life is a full body experience for little kids. Why are many adults so serious and JOY-less? I’m guessing it has a lot to do with thinking their way through every experience. By adulthood, body has become secondary to brain and life loses a lot of its JOY.
When I manage to get out of my head and allow myself to experience life through every sensation in my body, JOY spontaneously bubbles up inside of me. JOY fills me.
Hmm, even the language we use to describe JOY is body centered; we are JOYful = our body is full of JOY. We don’t feel JOY so much as fill with it!
Life is a full body sport. So, now I am on a mission: I want to embody JOY as often as possible. To feel myself fill with JOY every day. My body already knows how to do this. I simply need to get my head out of the way and allow my body to do what comes naturally.
If you pass me on the street next week, I hope I’m wiggling and jiggling with JOY.
Hold to the Truth
Can you stand at the edge of fear and hold to the truth of who you are?
No matter how big the abyss of fear feels,
it is nothing in comparison to your truth.
When you truly know yourself, fear is merely a tool
that the Universe uses to get you to pay attention.
Stand strong.
~Robbie Warren, Otter Woman Standing
Seussing the Donald
I do not like this Donald creep
I do not like him, or his veep.
Don loves to carry on and pout
He feeds on hate, he loves to SHOUT
The “nasty woman” that I am
Truly thinks he is a sham
I watch him speak, I want to hurl
Yell keep away from every girl
I do not like this Donald dude
I do not like him, he’s so rude
This guy, he is so lewd and crude
I DO NOT LIKE THIS DONALD DUDE!