“The best thing about being authentic is that there is no image to maintain. You will delight some and disturb others, and none of it will concern the truth of your being.”
~Unknown
Art: The Energy of Me
by NancyL
Being Authentic
Time to Bloom
“If flowers can
teach themselves
how to bloom after
winter passes,
so can you.”
~ Noor Shirazie
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#spring
#equinox
#sprout
#bloom
Photo by Nancy Lankston
All Houses Are Dark
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#MotherofAll
#SacredFeminine
Let the World Hear You
“Be loud, my sweet girl.
Make some noise if you want.
Let the world hear your voice—strong, clear, and full of all the things that make you you.
You don’t need permission to take up space.
Care deeply, my darling.
Put your whole self into what you love.
Let your heart stretch wide, even if the world doesn’t always understand.
The depth of your kindness, your passion, your love—it is your gift.
Be brave, young one.
Bravery doesn’t mean you won’t feel fear.
It means you step forward anyway, even with shaky hands and unsure steps.
Your try is always a great feat.
You are beautiful.
You are gentle.
You are kind and sweet.
You are bold.
You are creative.
You are perfectly, wonderfully, uniquely you.
You are so many things—and so much more.
Never let anyone define you but you.
Because right now, in this very moment, you are exactly who you are meant to be.
And that is enough. Always.”
from Be Brave Mom
Art: Leap of Faith
by Lucy Campbell
Start Here
Imbolc Has Arrived
Here in the northern hemisphere, we are halfway to spring.
“…beneath the surface of winter, the miracle of spring is already in preparation; the cold is relenting; seeds are wakening up. Colors are beginning to imagine how they will return. Then, imperceptibly, somewhere one bud opens and the symphony of renewal is no longer reversible. From the black heart of winter a miraculous, breathing plenitude of color emerges.”
John O’Donohue
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#Imbolc
#wheeloftheyear
#cyclesandseasons
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Art: The Maiden Awakens
by Annie Louvaine
A Single Cloth
She who reconciles the ill-matched threads
Of her life, and weaves them gratefully
Into a single cloth –
It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall
And clears it for a different celebration.”
~Rainer Maria Rilke
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Art by Deidre Adams,
Tracings No. XIII