Nancy Lankston
New moon in airy Libra, amplified by the energies of the autumnal equinox.
This is a potent seed point – the perfect time for planting and nurturing new ideas, new ways of being in the world, new ways of relating to others.
What do you want to seed and feed in your life? Start now.
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#cyclesandseasons
#newmoon
#seedpoint
#balance
“Your ancestors sent you here to change things, to disrupt things, to bring forward another way, another vision, a new light, a new way. You’ve been given an incredible opportunity.
Let your voice be heard, let your wisdom be known. Become aware of your gift, whatever it is. Let it be said that you knew your assignment. Let it be said that you completed your assignment, and that you lived boldly and without regret.”
~James Weeks,
Across The Kings River
Artist unknown
we need a god who bleeds now
a god whose wounds are not
some small male vengeance
some pitiful concession to humility
a desert swept with dryin marrow in honor of the lord
we need a god who bleeds
spreads her lunar vulva & showers us in shades of scarlet
thick & warm like the breath of her
our mothers tearing to let us in
this place breaks open
like our mothers bleeding
the planet is heaving mourning our ignorance
the moon tugs the seas
to hold her/to hold her
embrace swelling hills/i am
not wounded i am bleeding to life
we need a god who bleeds now
whose wounds are not the end of anything
~Ntozake Shange
…Sometimes you have to say goodbye.
To people, places, jobs and things.
Sometimes you have to let go
And let go.
You are the navigator.
You are the map.
You are the snake shedding her skin.
You are the new story wriggling out.
You are the surrender.
You are the compass.
You are the yes
And the no
And the alchemist in between.
Be bigger.
Rise higher.
Root deeper.
Say yes to change.
Your life IS the Great Work.
Serve the Golden honey of your Soul.
~The Wild Matryoshka
excerpt
“One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voice behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life that you could save.”
~Mary Oliver
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Image: Portal by Nancy L
