
Me too.

Nancy Lankston

Me too.

“My bones are mountains.
My tears, rushing rivers.
The earth’s crust is my skin.
Trees adorn my head.
The sun, moon, and stars
Are in my eyes.
The ether of the Universe is my breath.
Separateness is an illusion.
I am all things and all things are me.”
~Anya Phenix

#ancient
#forest
#magic
#memories

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

#authentic
#wild
#passionate
#life

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

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