Inuit Traditional Song

September 25, 2013

I think over again my small adventures, my fears, those small ones that seemed so big, all those vital things I had to get and to reach, and yet there is only one great thing; to live and see the great day that dawns, and the light that fills the world.

–Inuit Traditional Song



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Anne Morrow Lindbergh

September 18, 2013

I want first of all to be at peace with myself.
I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention,
A central core to my life that will enable me
To carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can.
I want, in fact, to borrow from the language of the saints :
To live ‘in grace’ as much of the time as possible.
I am not using this term in a strictly theological sense.
By grace I mean an inner harmony, essentially spiritual,
Of which can be translated into outward harmony.
I am seeking perhaps what Socrates asked for
In the prayer from the Phaedrus when he said,
“May the outward and inward man be One.”
I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace
From which I could function and give
As I was meant to in the eye of God.

~Anne Morrow Lindbergh





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Miguel de Unamuno

September 6, 2013

Throw yourself like a seed.

Shake off this sadness and recover your spirit.

Sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate

that brushes your heel as it turns going by.

~Miguel de Unamuno



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Bridget McBride

August 30, 2013

Sisters we come
from a place in the sea
When the Moon is full
we dance to be free.

~Bridget McBride



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Twists and Turns
I may never know
the twists and turns
you have taken
on your path

I may never know
the dark nights
of your soul
or the irritants
that sourced your pearls
I may never know
the turmoil
you have endured
or the bliss
you have embraced
to become who you are
but I do know
these unknown parts of you
twisted and turned
in the great wheel of life
allowed you to lead me now
to the gates of the garden

for through you
I have learned
to embrace the turmoil
to endure even the bliss
of my life
as I work the irritants
into pearls of my own
And you may never know
the gratitude I feel
for the gifts you have given
because it cannot be conveyed
in a hug
or contained
in a “thank You”
but it will go with me
on all the twists and turns
of my own path
and it will grow with me
through all the years to come
in the garden
of my becoming

-Nick Leforce
Walking the Landscape of the Soul



Mokasiya ~ Back Home

July 19, 2013

There is little time left now
for sharing your night’s drama
rest the pain
the sorrow of your thoughts
on a cloud of unconscious forgiveness
stop trying so hard to be fully aware
of conscious suffering
digging out the old broken weapons
of guilt, blame, betrayal, and shame
share the star field
of your singing voice
write love poems
to grasshoppers, frogs and sunspots
dance barefoot on the earth
spinning, spinning,
until you know nothing about the illusion of gravity
then anoint your neighbors feet
with the brush stroke of your hair
paint passion fruit
in the heart of Mystery
and laugh, laugh,
laugh your way
back home.




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Some day, if you are lucky,
you’ll return from a thunderous journey
trailing snake scales, wing fragments
and the musk of Earth and moon.

Eyes will examine you for signs
of damage, or change
and you, too, will wonder
if your skin shows traces

of fur, or leaves,
if thrushes have built a nest
of your hair, if Andromeda
burns from your eyes.

Do not be surprised by prickly questions
from those who barely inhabit
their own fleeting lives, who barely taste
their own possibility, who barely dream.

If your hands are empty, treasureless,
if your toes have not grown claws,
if your obedient voice has not
become a wild cry, a howl,

you will reassure them. We warned you,
they might declare, there is nothing else,
no point, no meaning, no mystery at all,
just this frantic waiting to die.

And yet, they tremble, mute,
afraid you’ve returned without sweet
elixir for unspeakable thirst, without
a fluent dance or holy language

to teach them, without a compass
bearing to a forgotten border where
no one crosses without weeping
for the terrible beauty of galaxies

and granite and bone. They tremble,
hoping your lips hold a secret,
that the song your body now sings
will redeem them, yet they fear

your secret is dangerous, shattering,
and once it flies from your astonished
mouth, they–like you–must disintegrate
before unfolding tremulous wings.

-The Return by Geneen Marie Haugen



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Powers of the South, the Summer, I come to you in prayer

In the midday light without shadow,

I thank you for lessons for growth, passion and relationship.

I pray to be with the sacred fire of the South

in a transformative way.

I ask for courage in this place of action and change;

I ask that my will be guided by right intention

and that my medicine be good

under the bright sun.

Let my idealism come not from self righteousness

or anger,

not from arrogance.

Powers of the South

I pray for the soul’s awakening to love

and for the vigor of youth to be within in my sacred dance.

May I express through every aspect of manifestation

the joy and grace of life’s vitality.

May I fully live!

-Loren Cruden



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Perhaps the most important thing we bring to another person is the silence in us, not the sort of silence that is filled with unspoken criticism or hard withdrawal. The sort of silence that is a place of refuge, of rest, of acceptance of someone as they are. We are all hungry for this other silence. It is hard to find. In its presence we can remember something beyond the moment, a strength on which to build a life. Silence is a place of great power and healing.

– Rachel Naomi Remen



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Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.

rassouli born freeRassouli – Born Free

Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past’s influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.

wild womanRassouli – Wild Woman

Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

rassouli imageRassouli

Imagine yourself as this woman.
– Patricia Lynn Reilly


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