Nancy Lankston
For thousands of years, we’ve been told the way we experience life and the divine is too much, too emotional, too dangerous, and that we need a middle man—preferably with a long beard—to tell us how to get over our womanhood so that we can be free.
It takes a little risk and courage to stand here in your womanhood—with all the feelings and fluids and inconveniences—and trust that awake consciousness wants to express itself through womanhood too.
~Chameli Ardagh
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Sacred mother moon
Gently, tenderly
Illuminates
Her dark
Luscious lap
The soft yin
Feminine
My body
So craves.
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This poem bubbled up after I bathed in moonlight on the spring equinox full moon. Mother moon gave me the soft, tender and nurturing feminine energies that I had craved without realizing it. Thank you mother moon. I am so grateful.
Practice: Moon bathing is a lot like sun bathing, only done in moonlight! Simply relax and expose your skin to moonlight. As you absorb her light, open to whatever wisdom mother moon chooses to offer you.
Try moon bathing at the full moon, dark moon, crescent moon… whatever phase of the moon calls to you.
“All the eggs a woman will ever carry form in her ovaries while she is a four-month-old fetus in the womb of her mother. This means our cellular life as an egg begins in the womb of our grandmother. Each of us spent five months in our grandmother’s womb, and she in turn formed in the womb of her grandmother. We vibrate to the rhythm of our mother’s blood before she herself is born, and this pulse is the thread of blood that runs all the way back through the grandmothers to the first mother.”
~Layne Redmond, When the Drummers were Women
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We form floating in the rhythms of our mothers and grandmothers… What a mysterious, magical journey is this life!
#SacredFeminineMagic
For all the women and girls who told the truth and were not believed.
I am not old… she said
I am rare.
I am the standing ovation
At the end of the play.
I am the retrospective
Of my life as art
I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense
I am the fullness
Of existing.
You think I am waiting to die…
But I am waiting to be found
I am a treasure.
I am a map.
And these wrinkles are
Imprints of my journey
Ask me
anything.
~Samantha Reynolds