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My Seeds Are Stirring

Art by Ruth Evans

“I can feel the seeds within me stirring, calling and pulling. . . . Asking me to listen, to follow the path they wish to to grow for me.

Wistfully | look at what I have grown, the path I have made already that stretches out behind me.

I see it’s medicine weeds, the richness of soil, and I also see where it has become run down, the earth dry and the roots weakening.

I know the path is changing, I know my soul is calling for something new, and I watch the brave shoots of green, the buds on tree branches and I wonder if I have the same bravery, the same courage to let these new seeds of mine take me.”

~ Brigit Anna McNeill

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Let the World Hear You

“Be loud, my sweet girl.
Make some noise if you want.
Let the world hear your voice—strong, clear, and full of all the things that make you you.
You don’t need permission to take up space.

Care deeply, my darling.
Put your whole self into what you love.
Let your heart stretch wide, even if the world doesn’t always understand.
The depth of your kindness, your passion, your love—it is your gift.

Be brave, young one.
Bravery doesn’t mean you won’t feel fear.
It means you step forward anyway, even with shaky hands and unsure steps.
Your try is always a great feat.

You are beautiful.
You are gentle.
You are kind and sweet.
You are bold.
You are creative.
You are perfectly, wonderfully, uniquely you.

You are so many things—and so much more.
Never let anyone define you but you.

Because right now, in this very moment, you are exactly who you are meant to be.
And that is enough. Always.”

from Be Brave Mom

Art: Leap of Faith
by Lucy Campbell

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Mystical Gemini Full Moon

In honor of this full moon in Gemini, a magical poem by Mary Oliver…

Moon and Water

I wake and spend
the last hours
of darkness
with no one

but the moon.
She listens
to my complaints
like the good

companion she is
and comforts me surely
with her light.
But she, like everyone,

has her own life.
So finally I understand
that she has turned away,
is no longer listening.

She wants me
to refold myself
into my own life.
And, bending close,

as we all dream of doing,
she rows with her white arms
through the dark water

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Art by Georgia O’Keefe

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Potent Full Moon in Aries

I went out into the dark,
the night was soft and full of its usual wonders,
but tonight, I wanted the Moon.

I raised my hand,
thinking I could hold its silver light,
thinking I could keep it close.

But it slipped away, as all wild things do,
leaving only its quiet glow on my palm—
a reminder that some gifts
are not for taking.

Still, I stood in its light,
content to listen,
to feel the world turning,
and to understand
that some beauty is meant only
to guide us home.

~Rivers in the Ocean on FB
Catching the Moon

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Photo by NancyL

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I’m Slowly Learning

“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

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You Are A Living Offering

go now with sage in your heart
let your very breath be the smudge stick
that cleanses every dark thought
every shame, every harsh circumstance

you are sweetgrass and pollen
rose hips and hollyhock
a living offering to She who walks
the earth through you

She who stands in the center
of your labyrinth soul
burn hot breathe deep
and become the incense of wild woman
smoke rising from your fingertips
to bless everything you touch

~Angi Sullins
@angisullins

Artist unknown

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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