
I write for the same reason I breathe –
because if I didn’t, I would die.
~Isaac Asimov
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#healing
#writing
#flow

Nancy Lankston

I write for the same reason I breathe –
because if I didn’t, I would die.
~Isaac Asimov
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#healing
#writing
#flow

Let’s gather together and take a shamanic journey into the heart of Mama Earth. We will journey with the drum, connect and listen to the land with open hearts. What does our Mother wish to share with us this month? How can we honor and assist her?
This is a FREE Event.
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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

crane watches
bear roams
moon rises
fox dreams
holding it all
within.
~NancyL
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Image: SleepyFox by
Kennan Ward 2012

As our Earth grows dark tonight
and the north winds blow,
As the fire dwindles to ash
and ice blankets the land,
May the light of our Sun
find its way home.
~Nancy Lankston
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#solstice
#dark
#light
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Image: Celtic Tomb,
Ireland

I am dawn’s flame
Arching through treetops
I am a whisper of wind
Playing in the weeds
I am dark loamy ground
Supporting roots and shoots
I am cool mountain waters
Tumbling toward the sea
I am holy Mother
Creating and holding all.
~Nancy L