
Mama Earth Sustains Us


Nancy Lankston


Happy Beltane.
This is my favorite time of year when nature comes alive.
Celebrate with Mama Earth.
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In these times of rapid change and chaos, it’s more important than ever to connect with Mama Earth and help in any way we can.
Take a guided shamanic journey to Mama Earth. Ask how you can help her and all her creatures. Discover what you can personally do to help this beautiful planet heal and restore balance.
The recording of this event is now available here:
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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

I no longer pray—
now I drink dark chocolate
and let the moon sing to me.
I no longer pray—
I let my ancestors dance
through my hips
at the slightest provocation.
I no longer pray—
I go to the river
and howl my ancient pain
into the current.
I no longer pray—
I ache, I desire,
I say “yes” to my longing.
I no longer pray as I was taught
but as the stars crawl
onto my lap like soft animals at nighttime
and God tucks my hair behind my ears
with the gentle fingers of her wind
and a new intimacy is uncovered in everything,
perhaps it’s that I’m finally learning
how to pray.
~Chelan Harkin
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Image by NancyL

Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,
between “green thread”
and “broccoli,” you find
that you have penciled “sunlight.”
Resting on the page, the word
is beautiful. It touches you
as if you had a friend
and sunlight were a present
he had sent from someplace distant
as this morning—to cheer you up,
and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure
is a thing
that also needs accomplishing.
Do you remember?
that time and light are kinds
of love, and love
is no less practical
than a coffee grinder
or a safe spare tire?
Tomorrow you may be utterly
without a clue,
but today you get a telegram
from the heart in exile,
proclaiming that the kingdom
still exists,
the king and queen alive,
still speaking to their children,
—to any one among them
who can find the time
to sit out in the sun and listen.
~Tony Hoagland
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Image: Mount Shasta Sunset
by NancyL