Dreaming Wild Event on February 7th

Love Your Mama

Let’s gather together and journey to the elements and elementals to ask what we can do to help this beautiful planet heal and restore balance. How can we help Mama Earth and all her creatures to survive and thrive?

In these times of rapid change and chaos, it’s more important than ever to connect with Mama Earth and help in any way we can.

11AM Mountain on February 7th, 2024.

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Link to join Zoom Meeting:

https://us02web.zoom.us/j/83876862285?pwd=NUhBREZaOUVMS045QWEvM3VnVWN5dz09

Meeting ID: 838 7686 2285
Passcode: 021407

This is a FREE event hosted by Nancy Lankston on Zoom.

Listening to the Land Recording

Take a guided shamanic journey with me into the heart of the land beneath our feet – the sacred body of Mother Nature.

Call on the ancient forest goddess Green Tara for help and guidance. Green Tara lives at the heart of wild, untamed lands. She will hold and guide you on this journey into the heart of Mama Earth.

#mothernature
#journey
#listen
#shamanic

#dream
#elementalwisdom
#exploreconsciousness

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Contemporary Green Tara image
by Olga Zelinska, Russia

La Loba

Photo by Holly Kuchera

‘La Loba, the old one, The One Who Knows, is within us.
She thrives in the deepest soul-psyche of women,
the ancient and vital Wild Woman. The La Loba story
describes her home as that place in time where
the spirit of women and the spirit of wolf meet
– the place where her mind and her instincts mingle,
where a woman’s deep life funds her mundane life.
It is the point where the I and the Thou kiss,
the place where women run with the wolves.’

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

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#sacredfeminine
#LaLoba
#wild

#spirit
#howl

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

The Journey

“One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voice behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life that you could save.”

~Mary Oliver
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Image: Portal by Nancy L

Tell Me

“Tell me it is not too late.
Tell me the sisters are awakening.
Tell me the moonlodge is rebuilt.
Tell me that the words of White Buffalo Calf Woman were not in vain.
Tell me that Kwan Yin’s heart is not breaking.
Tell me that Venus is safe.
Tell me that Artemis roams free in the woods.
Tell me that Lilith is welcome at your table.
Tell me that you remember that pleasure is holy to me.
Tell me that you refuse to believe that you delight in pain.”

~ Susun S Weed

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Image: Lady of the Beasts
by Kleitias 570-560 BCE