Category: Change & Transform

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I No Longer Pray

An Offering to Earth , Sun and Moon

I no longer pray—
now I drink dark chocolate
and let the moon sing to me.

I no longer pray—
I let my ancestors dance
through my hips
at the slightest provocation.

I no longer pray—
I go to the river
and howl my ancient pain
into the current.

I no longer pray—
I ache, I desire,
I say “yes” to my longing.

I no longer pray as I was taught
but as the stars crawl
onto my lap like soft animals at nighttime
and God tucks my hair behind my ears
with the gentle fingers of her wind
and a new intimacy is uncovered in everything,
perhaps it’s that I’m finally learning
how to pray.

~Chelan Harkin

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Image by NancyL

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I Am

I am the moon goddess casting a silver net over this night

I am the brooding black raven asleep in the dark wood

I am the dreamer and the fox who guards the dreamer

I am the windswept plain where lost dreams can be found

I am the bone songs of my ancestors playing on the wind

I am the heart of the ancient sycamore crumbling into dust

I am green leaves capturing rays of sunlight as they fall

I am the lone crane, standing watch near the shore

I am the jumping salmon crane silently waits for

I am the dance of flickering flame consuming it all

I am Phoenix reborn from the ash of what came before.

~NancyL

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Painting: Moon Woman and the Serpent:
Gifts of the Dark by NancyL

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Let Your Voice Be Heard

“Your ancestors sent you here to change things, to disrupt things, to bring forward another way, another vision, a new light, a new way. You’ve been given an incredible opportunity.

Let your voice be heard, let your wisdom be known. Become aware of your gift, whatever it is. Let it be said that you knew your assignment. Let it be said that you completed your assignment, and that you lived boldly and without regret.”

~James Weeks,
Across The Kings River

Artist unknown

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A God(dess) Who Bleeds

Artist unknown

we need a god who bleeds now
a god whose wounds are not
some small male vengeance
some pitiful concession to humility
a desert swept with dryin marrow in honor of the lord
we need a god who bleeds
spreads her lunar vulva & showers us in shades of scarlet
thick & warm like the breath of her
our mothers tearing to let us in
this place breaks open
like our mothers bleeding
the planet is heaving mourning our ignorance
the moon tugs the seas
to hold her/to hold her
embrace swelling hills/i am
not wounded i am bleeding to life
we need a god who bleeds now
whose wounds are not the end of anything

~Ntozake Shange

Uterus Blooming I by Catherine Suleiman
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A New Story

Snakeskin

…Sometimes you have to say goodbye.
To people, places, jobs and things.
Sometimes you have to let go
And let go.

You are the navigator.
You are the map.
You are the snake shedding her skin.
You are the new story wriggling out.
You are the surrender.
You are the compass.
You are the yes
And the no
And the alchemist in between.

Be bigger.
Rise higher.
Root deeper.
Say yes to change.
Your life IS the Great Work.
Serve the Golden honey of your Soul.

~The Wild Matryoshka
excerpt