Earthy Full Moon

Photo by Gavin Mackintosh South Molton, United Kingdom

Full moon in earthy Taurus and things are crazy! Everything is stirred up and nothing is as it seems.

Ground, ground, ground.
Get outside and walk, sit or lie on the Earth.
Breathe and ground.

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And the bees have a message for us:

Hush now. The wounds run deep,
but the bees are full of knowing.

They know the hive of your heart,
each crooked curled chamber
each hopeful hidden curve,
each darkened holding cell.

They have come with wings and song and pollen.
They have come to harvest each mistake
each broken vessel, to touch the jagged edges
of betrayal and lost chances,
to collect your failures one by one,
making honey from the bitter
making music in the void
making wings where there were wounds.

Hush now. Sleep well.
The night is alive with forgiveness
and your heart is a hive
made for honey made for love.

~Angi Sullins

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On A Clear Day

The way the field
holds the shadow of the cottonwood,
this is how life holds me.

Holds me, no matter my shape.
Holds me with no effort.
Holds my darkness and knows it

as weightless, as transient,
as something that will shift,
disappear, return, and shift again.

It never says no to me.
I am still learning to trust life, to trust
no matter how I show up, I will be held.

Trust that my life is not a problem.
Trust that as much as I am the shadow,
I am also the field.

~Rosemary Wahtola Trommer

Photo by NancyL

Sensual New Moon in Taurus


New moon in earthy Taurus, lover of sensual pleasures and beauty.

Time to get physical.
Play in the dirt.
Soak in a hot bath.
Savor yummy food.
Smell the flowers.
Take a long walk.
Kiss, hug and touch.

Revel in the pleasures of the physical now.

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Wild Cravings

“A woman may crave to be near water, or be belly down, her face in the earth, smelling the wild smell. She might have to drive into the wind. She may have to plant something, pull things out of the ground or put them into the ground. She may have to knead and bake, rapt in dough up to her elbows. She may have to trek into the hills, leaping from rock to rock trying out her voice against the mountain. She may need hours of starry nights where the stars are like face powder spilt on a black marble floor. She may feel she will die if she doesn’t dance naked in a thunderstorm, sit in perfect silence, return home ink-stained, paint-stained, tear-stained, moon-stained.”

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes,
Women Who Run With the Wolves

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Photo: Bear Creek Calls to Me
by NancyL

A Proper Feminist Nativity

A Modern Madonna by Caro Dranow

“i like my nativities
with a side of heresy
with midwives and mothers
and empty mangers
and full arms

i like wise women
over wise men
attending to bloody people
born and crucified
showing up in places
church leaders won’t go

i like heralding feminist agendas
and trouble
and god’s good news
which is kind of repetitive
since they’re all the same thing

proper churches
want proper nativities
because women’s bodies
are shameful
whether bearing christ
or just bare

and instead of silent nights
i like loud protests
because
be silent
is not a phrase about joy
but about control

so give me a christmas
without white supremacy
and bright sexism
where the story of a baby
becomes a story of a woman
and my nativity looks like
god’s
and not like
man’s”

~ Kaitlin Hardy Shetler

All Things Are Me

Photo by NancyL

 “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