Your Secret Signature

Photo by NancyL

“If you allow yourself to be the person that you are, then everything will come into rhythm. If you live the life you love, you will receive shelter and blessings. Sometimes the great famine of blessing in and around us derives from the fact that we are not living the life we love, rather we are living the life that is expected of us. We have fallen out of rhythm with the secret signature and light of our own nature.”

~John O’Donohue,
Anam Cara

Mountain Waters Dreamt Me by NancyL




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An Act of Revolution

“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

I Gave Up

@space.ram

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

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

I’ll Tell You A Secret

Anyone who says, “Here’s my address,
write me a poem,” deserves something in reply.
So I’ll tell a secret instead:
poems hide.
In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping.
They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings
the moment before we wake up.
What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them.

~Naomi Shihab Nye

Image: Pink Sherbet Photography