Nancy Lankston
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
~Hafiz
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translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Creative Commons image
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
god is a mother
and with that
sentence
the world stops
the world always stops
when woman and
divine
commingle
as if the
feminine
dilutes the
miraculous
when in reality
it embodies it
when jesus turns water
to wine
they clap
but when women turn breasts
to milk
they cringe
a broken man’s body
is celebrated each sunday
while a broken woman’s body
is just hidden away
and it’s no wonder
that mother is a word
used by men
to demonize those
who don’t claim the name
and weaponized to shame
those who step out of line
because
their ideal
woman
plays the role of
nurturer and silencer
in pews
built and led by them
but
when god
becomes mother
she is neither quiet
or compliant
she leads confidently
she questions authority
she commands respect
which might be the problem
for mother god
did not gather us up
carelessly
but took her time with it
she fed us milk
birthed our souls
and broke her body
and the permanence
can be uncomfortable
and to disentangle god
from motherhood
Is impossible
but
to disentangle god
from womanhood
is sinful
because seeing god as mother
is one step closer
to seeing god in me
and it’s in that
i am truly
born again
~Kaitlin Hardy Shetler
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Image: A new mother nurses her baby
unknown photographer
I am the moon goddess casting a silver net over this night
I am the brooding black raven asleep in the dark wood
I am the dreamer and the fox who guards the dreamer
I am the windswept plain where lost dreams can be found
I am the bone songs of my ancestors playing on the wind
I am the heart of the ancient sycamore crumbling into dust
I am green leaves capturing rays of sunlight as they fall
I am the lone crane, standing watch near the shore
I am the jumping salmon crane silently waits for
I am the dance of flickering flame consuming it all
I am Phoenix reborn from the ash of what came before.
~NancyL
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Painting: Moon Woman and the Serpent:
Gifts of the Dark by NancyL
New moon and Venus in Scorpio, the sign of the shaman / sorceress / witch. And a partial solar eclipse adds heat to the cauldron.
Focus on Self and Soul; use meditation, yoga, breath work, dance, time in nature to help you drop in and contemplate.
What do you need to release? Now is the time for letting go.
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Full moon in fiery Aries, the spiritual warrior. Heart energy is running high. Pluto also just stationed direct, which may stir up shadow aspects within you that need light and love.
Use this time to tend your inner fire. Breathe into your heart and fan your inner flame. Take some action to honor all that you are; all the strengths and frailties that make you unique and powerful.
Breathe in Love.
Breathe out Love.
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Image: Hearth fire on Aries
full moon morning
Full moon in airy, expansive Aquarius.
What is calling to you now?
Look for signs, symbols and synchronicities. They are there to guide you towards a more expanded view of your world and your future.
Stop, look and listen closely. Wildness is calling.
Your guidance lies in moonlight. It reaches you with every raindrop. A gentle wind whispers deep wisdom.
Heed the call. The Universe is conspiring to help you.