Mountains of My Heart by Nancy L
Sacred River Birthing Ground
We Are All Holy
“The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy.
Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves,
the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.”
~Terry Tempest Williams
Sacred Rainbow
Santa Fe, New Mexico
December 2016
Becoming the Song of Me
“When we open the doorway to our awareness,
peel back the veil on our illusions,
there’s no going back and it’s nearly impossible to ignore.
I continue to ask myself:
what is the song of my heart’s deepest longing?
Each time I wake from a dream I gain a word,
a note, another phrase of that song.
And slowly, I am assembling.
Bringing the fragments of myself back together again.
Assembling the pieces of a song that is longing to be sung.
A life that is longing to become.”
~Kristen Roderick
We are the Body of the Goddess
“Women’s stories are as powerful, inspiring, and terrifying as the goddess herself.
And in fact, these are the stories of the goddess.
As women, we know her because we are she.
Each woman, no matter how powerless she might feel,
is a cell within her vast form, an embodiment of her essence,
and each woman’s story is a chapter in the
biography of the sacred feminine.”
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Window to Beyond
Patience
The Patience of Ordinary Things
It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?
~ Pat Schneider
Another River: New and Selected Poems