Nancy Lankston
go now with sage in your heart
let your very breath be the smudge stick
that cleanses every dark thought
every shame, every harsh circumstance
you are sweetgrass and pollen
rose hips and hollyhock
a living offering to She who walks
the earth through you
She who stands in the center
of your labyrinth soul
burn hot breathe deep
and become the incense of wild woman
smoke rising from your fingertips
to bless everything you touch
~Angi Sullins
@angisullins
Artist unknown
The way the field
holds the shadow of the cottonwood,
this is how life holds me.
Holds me, no matter my shape.
Holds me with no effort.
Holds my darkness and knows it
as weightless, as transient,
as something that will shift,
disappear, return, and shift again.
It never says no to me.
I am still learning to trust life, to trust
no matter how I show up, I will be held.
Trust that my life is not a problem.
Trust that as much as I am the shadow,
I am also the field.
~Rosemary Wahtola Trommer
Photo by NancyL
“You are a story the
ocean is telling
the sky
the stars speak your name
the moon sings
in your veins
the selkies who swim
through harbor and lagoon
remember you
with liquid eyes
come home
to the timeless tide
to the truth of you
hidden like witchlight
under your skin
come home to your
true story
the one hidden like
sunken treasure
beneath
who you think you are
and who the world
told you
you could be
daughter
mother
sister
wife
worker
healer
helper
friend
you are more than
the roles you play
for others
and the ones you try on
for yourself
you are more than
your fear
more than your
longing
circumstances
and pain
come away
from the harsh
dry land of limitation
move away
from the shoreline
of approval
the sharp rocks of fitting in
will only bruise your
luminous skin
lay down
all you think you know
abandon
that habit of smallness
relinquish
the sting of bigness
let what is unworthy
drift out from you
feel
allow the waves
of possibility
to cradle your
soul-drenched heart
float
on the current of ancestors
those who burned and bled
who gave all so you
could embody
what they could not
so that you could become
more
spread your arms wide
like hope
and your legs wild
like abandon
feel your spine loosen
with silk and
starlight
you belong to She who holds
the deep in her lap
She is not afraid of the dark
She is the dark
and you are
the pearl
she is crafting
from chaos and crisis
look at you shine
every bit of you
treasure”
~Angi Sullins
WITCHLIGHT album
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Art: The Energy of Me
by Nancy Lankston
#self
#soul
#sovereign
A poem in honor of this potent full moon in Virgo, the sign of the earth priestess…
A fire in the night
light up seeing
stars twinkle
and the Moon
is on her way
down the road
we turned
around and around
until we knew
in our broken bones
what was true
and red birds flew
the sky got more blue
over the green sea
we prayed unto
our Mother who knew
chaos would crumble,
our power would rumble
and this moment
brought destiny
to Her knees.
~Hunni Bloom
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Art by HolgaJen (Etsy)
“i like my nativities
with a side of heresy
with midwives and mothers
and empty mangers
and full arms
i like wise women
over wise men
attending to bloody people
born and crucified
showing up in places
church leaders won’t go
i like heralding feminist agendas
and trouble
and god’s good news
which is kind of repetitive
since they’re all the same thing
proper churches
want proper nativities
because women’s bodies
are shameful
whether bearing christ
or just bare
and instead of silent nights
i like loud protests
because
be silent
is not a phrase about joy
but about control
so give me a christmas
without white supremacy
and bright sexism
where the story of a baby
becomes a story of a woman
and my nativity looks like
god’s
and not like
man’s”
~ Kaitlin Hardy Shetler
once upon a time
before the shame
and the sin
you were a cartwheel
hair flying
in full tumble
throwing yourself
with mad delight
into the arms of
wind and spirit
once upon a time
before the shame
and the sin
you were a starkeeper
your wishes alone
kept the stars aloft
in a velvet sky
of invitation and belonging
you knew the sylvan
truth of fireflies
and trailed their
golden lantern path
over silvered meadow
into to the lullaby
of fairyland
the moon was a
grandmother from a tale
you still remembered
watching over your every move
look! you said. Look!
everywhere we go
the moon follows us
all the way home
once upon a time
before the shame
and the sin
acorns were goblin hats
trees were secret keepers
clouds were sky puppets
butterflies and honey bees
were emissaries of otherwhere
guarding the old stories
adults had already forgotten
to remember
once upon a time
before the shame
and the sin
you moved through
the world like it was
your back yard
elbows made of frolic
knees made of wonder
fingers and toes a whirl
of color and possibility
your mind was full of
neverland
and your heart was full
of Oz
your body was still
a playground
and a confidant
and a friend
remember her?
she got lost somewhere
between the shame
and the sin
but she’s still there
cartwheel smile
moonbeam soul
fairy tale girl
in love with
her own life
in love with you
bawdy and soul
she’s still in there
daring, brazen
wild with
possibility
let’s
go
get
her.
~Ang Sullins
www.angisullins.com