Nancy Lankston
“The reason it is hard to love yourself is because you cannot walk away from yourself. You have to sit within your skin through every painful emotion, every second of disgust and still find pieces of yourself to love through the wreckage.
This is why loving yourself is an act of revolution. It is telling yourself you deserve love even in the places you do not think are worthy love.”
~Nikita Gill
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Image by Maartje van Dokkum
Today
I gave up
On healing my trauma
I gave up
On practicing the skills
To become whole
Today I gave up
On evolving
Into that ever elusive
Better version of myself
Today I submitted
To the wound of love
I stopped pointing at it
Looking at it
Soothing it
Tweaking it
Fixing it
Finessing it
Hiding it
Polishing it
I stopped this game of separation
I crawled inside the wound
And spread it open
I decided to wear it like a gown
I accepted my total and utter
Failure
To be anything else
But me
~Maya Luna
“The heart that
breaks open can
contain the
whole universe.”
~Joanna Macy
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Image: Aspen Morning
by NancyL
Earth Woman
Bone Woman
Spiral on the Stone Woman
Sky Woman
Air Woman
Wind in her hair Woman
Fire Woman
Shimmer Woman
Candle glow and glimmer Woman
Water Woman
Rain Woman
Wash away the pain Woman
Wolf Woman
Lone Woman
Maiden, Mother, Crone Woman
Bird Woman
Sing Woman
Feather on the Wing Woman
Cauldron Woman
Moon Woman
Sacred Blood of Womb Woman
Tree Woman
Root Woman
Flower into Fruit Woman
Drum Woman
Come Woman
Dance in Time with All Women
~Rebekah Myers
Full moon in watery, emotional Cancer, the sign of the nurturing mother.
Expect your emotions to run high. You may be super sensitive and a bit off balance. Little upsets may seem huge.
Mother yourself. Shield yourself from the meanness of others until you feel stronger. Draw on your spiritual support. Hold your inner child close.
You’ve got this.
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#moon
#cancer
#innerchild
#watery
#feelingitall,
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