Nancy Lankston
“Hers is the power of the pouncing lioness, the roar of a hurricane, the swoop of an eagle, the crashing of a wave, the gentle force of the moon on the tides, the unleashing of a mighty orgasm, the contractions of labour, the spider weaving a web of gossamer silk…”
~Lucy Pearce, Burning Woman
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#SacredFeminine
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sometimes the moonlight speaks
showing me my place in things
sometimes the river sings
piercing its love straight through me
sometimes the night wind calls
coaxing me up into the stars
sometimes the raven stares
pulling me deep into the mystery
sometimes the forest hums
reminding me who I am.
~Nancy L
The Beloved has no body now on Earth but mine.
The Beloved has no hands on Earth but mine,
The Beloved has no feet on Earth but mine,
Mine are the eyes through which the Beloved
streams compassion to the world.
Mine are the feet with which the Beloved is to go about
healing, loving, and serving all beings now.
Mine are the hands with which the Beloved is to bless all beings.
~ Saint Teresa of Avila
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(adapted for every tradition by Andrew Harvey)
Mountains of My Heart by Nancy L
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning.
You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up.
And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
~Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
