Take a guided shamanic dream journey and explore the power and wisdom of Mayan Goddess Ix Chel. Commune with ,the moon and elemental water. Receive guidance, healing, wisdom.
Recorded on the last quarter Aquarian moon on May 12th, 2023.
La Loba
‘La Loba, the old one, The One Who Knows, is within us.
She thrives in the deepest soul-psyche of women,
the ancient and vital Wild Woman. The La Loba story
describes her home as that place in time where
the spirit of women and the spirit of wolf meet
– the place where her mind and her instincts mingle,
where a woman’s deep life funds her mundane life.
It is the point where the I and the Thou kiss,
the place where women run with the wolves.’
~Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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#LaLoba
#wild
#spirit
#howl
Becoming Elder
“…To a woman of the Celtic nations, to become Elder is above all to become Cailleach: to represent the integrity and health of the wild places and creatures of this world.
To become Elder is to become strong – strong as the white old bones of the earth, strong enough to endure the long, lonely vigil to the end of the world.
To become Elder is to hold the power, stay the course.
Above all, to become Elder is to become the bean feasa, the Wise Woman: the one who knows the secrets and speaks the languages of the land, who speaks with the moral authority of the Otherworld, who weaves the dreaming of the world.”
~Sharon Blackie
www.sharonblackie.net
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I have a new goal.
Image by Carolyn Hillyer
Tell Me
“Tell me it is not too late.
Tell me the sisters are awakening.
Tell me the moonlodge is rebuilt.
Tell me that the words of White Buffalo Calf Woman were not in vain.
Tell me that Kwan Yin’s heart is not breaking.
Tell me that Venus is safe.
Tell me that Artemis roams free in the woods.
Tell me that Lilith is welcome at your table.
Tell me that you remember that pleasure is holy to me.
Tell me that you refuse to believe that you delight in pain.”
~ Susun S Weed
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Image: Lady of the Beasts
by Kleitias 570-560 BCE
Earth Mother
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
When God Was A Woman
“In the beginning, people prayed to the Creatress of Life,
the Mistress of Heaven.
At the very dawn of religion, God was a woman.
Do you remember?”
~Merlin Stone
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Venus of Willendorf Goddess 22,000 BCE
Photo by Nancy L
Bone Moon Wisdom
We locked up our wisdom into our bones
And swallowed the keys
They sank in our rivers of blood
And we forgot the maps
Because we had to forget the mysteries
To keep them safe.
We wove our hair into brooms
And swept over our paths
And then burned the earth with our rage
We didn’t teach our children
It was the only way to protect them,
we thought.
But in them we planted seeds, seeds and keys
And told them stories and riddles and songs
With no roots, just tangled threads
That would take years to unwind
Just enough time
For the rains to fall again
And put out the fires.
For the dams to break
For the rivers to flood
For the paths to be walked again
For the soil to breathe.
And as the old bones crumble
Deep beneath the rubble,
We find we’ve always had the keys.
Our stories and our maps
Our paths are revealed to some
And the seeds grow again.
The threads are unspun
And woven again
~Amara Bronwyn Hollow Bones