On the Trail of the Wild Feminine
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
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
Blessed are you
who bear the light
in unbearable times,
who testify
to its endurance
amid the unendurable,
who bear witness
to its persistence
when everything seems
in shadow
and grief.
Blessed are you
in whom
the light lives,
in whom
the brightness blazes –
your heart
a chapel,
an altar where
in the deepest night
can be seen
the fire that
shines forth in you
in unaccountable faith,
in stubborn hope,
in love that illumines
every broken thing
it finds.
~ Jan Richardson
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Image: Tree Sculpture by Debra Bernier
Let us bless the imagination of the Earth.
That knew early the patience to harness the mind of time,
Waited for the seas to warm, ready to welcome the emergence
Of things dreaming of voyaging among the stillness of land…
Let us thank the Earth that offers ground for home
And holds our feet firm to walk in space open to infinite galaxies.
Let us salute the silence and certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness, their dream-filled hearts.
The wonder of a garden trusting the first warmth of spring…
The humility of the Earth that transfigures all that has fallen of outlived growth.
The kindness of the Earth, opening to receive
our worn forms into the final stillness.
Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
for our violence and poisonings of her beauty.
Let us remember within us the ancient clay, holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind, the fluency of water, the warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun and shadowed sureness of the moon.
That we may awaken to live to the full the dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge and incarnate its hidden night in mind, spirit and light.
~John O’Donohue
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Creator,
bless my eyes that I may see with love,
bless my mouth that I may speak with love,
bless my ears that I may listen with love,
bless my heart that I may give and receive love,
bless my hands that all that I touch feels love,
bless my feet that my walk may be a prayer upon Mother Earth.
~Curandera Grace Alvarez Sesma
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Image: Mandala Offering to
Mama Earth by Nancy L
Fiery Leo Full Moon Blessings to You
Image: Moonlight by Felicia Olin
