Nancy Lankston
‘’Turn down the noise. Reduce the speed. Be like the somnolent bears or those other animals that slow down and almost die in the cold season.
Let it be the way it is.
The magic is there in its power.”
~Henry Mitchell
Photo: Lair of the Bear
by Nancy Lankston
Be actively kind.
Speak your truth.
Protect those who need protection.
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“I’m slowly learning that even if I react, it won’t change anything, it won’t make people suddenly love and respect me, it won’t magically change their minds.
Sometimes it’s better to just let things be, let people go, don’t fight for closure, don’t ask for explanations, don’t chase answers and don’t expect people to understand where you’re coming from.
I’m slowly learning that life is better lived when you don’t center it on what’s happening around you and center it on what’s happening inside you instead.”
~Rania Naim
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#self
#soul
#grounded
Art: Girl in Earth
by Marta Bevacqua
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
On this day
may you be held
in the harmony
of light and dark
in the balance
of life and death.
May you stand
in peace
believing for one day
that all good things
are possible
that all opposition
has its counterpart
that you will be healed.
May you pause
on this day
to feel the turning
of the wheel
to hear the singing
of the stars
to stand in the center
and fully know
equilibrium.
~ Rebekah Myers,
“Equinox Prayer”
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#WheeloftheYear
#AutumnalEquinox
#Balance
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground.
Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
You’ve been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender.
~Rumi
“Before the shrinking of the Feminine was the Goddess—and all that is split in our own lives was in harmony in Hers. She was profoundly in Her body. Her body itself was sacred. In the Old Religion, body and spirit were one. She was seen as substantial, as essentially embodied. Her thighs, Her Belly, Her breasts were generous, Her physical strength apparent. We miss the beauty of such an image, we who have been taught to measure ourselves endlessly. Too fat, too thin, too flat, too wrinkled. Our bodies are never good, and in themselves. We must deny our naturalness to see beauty.
What we learn to reject was once holy. What we learn to hide behind closed doors was once celebrated in the open. Blood was sacred to the Goddess—menstrual blood. Some of Her images were painted red between the legs. What some of us and many of our mothers learned to see as ‘the curse’ was once seen as the Blessing, women’s particular creative magic. The blood that flows of itself and not from a wounding was thought to be the very source of life. One early creation tale stated than when the Mother created man and woman, She made them from a mixture of Her menstrual blood and clay. Moreover, every woman carried some of the Goddess’s sacred substance and participated in Her ability to create life.”
~Kathie Carlson,
In Her Image: The Unhealed
Daughter’s Search for Her Mother
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