Tiffany Wyatt

Since I’ve been gone so long heres some new work for your viewing pleasure.

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TOXIC LOVE

They say to fall in love with someone is to hand them a loaded gun and trust them not to pull the trigger
I handed you the gun
you emptied the clip
unloaded the magazine
you used me for target practice and convinced me that was all I was worth
you convinced me the mess you were making of me with a masterpiece
I told you, you’re hurting me
you told me it was my fault for feeling the heart break when you never intended it
one day I was the love of your life, the next day you didn’t want to touch me
I was hurt and confused begging to know why all you said was you were too broken to love me right
you painted me as a villain and yourself the victim of your story when all I did was try my best to love and protect you
I painted you to be the hero in mine and painted myself as the one you were saving when all you did was use me to get what you wanted
you told me you loved me every time you felt me slipping away
looking back,
I see now you only loved the way I loved you and you couldn’t let that go
I loved you unconditionally
I did anything you asked I got you anything you wanted
I trusted you with the most fragile pieces of my soul
you trusted I would never walk away from you no matter how badly the pain you convinced me I would put myself through got
you always knew the right thing to say to make me stay
you made me believe I made up the pain, you didn’t intend to hurt my feelings so therefore my feelings weren’t allowed to be hurt
you left me and the blindfold I created from your toxic love lifted and I saw the mess you made of me for the first time in years
it wasn’t a masterpiece
it was a crime scene
you left me and I found myself broken and bleeding alone on the bathroom floor
you never saw the hurt you caused, I never wanted you to know
I knew if you did you’d come back just to convince me that it was a hurt that I created from the lies of memories I stored
I know now those memories I have of you being the villain we’re never lies
I was never crazy you, were just a master of manipulation you had me believing I needed you to breathe but the truth is you were the only threat of Suffocation in my life you had all of me convinced that the day I leave would be the day I wouldn’t survive well I survived I am surviving without you….

Sacred Medicine

“Everything is medicine.
And so are you.
There is a spirit of deep wisdom buried within you that holds the power to heal this brokenness.
You can change your name, you can change your story, but only your medicine can change what is inside of you.

Find your medicine, and it will call back all the broken pieces that you’ve convinced yourself you’d forgotten. Find your medicine, and you will have begun the journey to returning whole; of becoming yourself.
This is not an easy path.
The way is overgrown with the weeds of your forgotten self, seeded by the depths of your subconscious fears and watered by unshed tears. The road runs in spirals, through swamps and dark places. It is crumbling and broken, and sometimes disappears entirely. But your spirit knows the way. Your medicine marks the path, if you have the eyes to look. And when you trust it, when you follow it to the inner-most reaches of your soul, that is where you will find your SELF.

Many people will not understand your journey.
They can not.
For it is not theirs to walk.
Their path may cross yours at times, run alongside yours for great distances, and may even look remarkably similar.
Yet, still, they can never step off their path to experience yours.
And it is the experience that grants understanding.
Some will encourage and support you.
This is good.
Keep these people close so that you may honour their medicine, as it compliments your own.
Other people will not.
Many will disparage you, abandon you, hurt you.
That is ok.

Remember that they are broken and hurting, lacking the eyes to see their own medicine, much less to understand yours.

Do not let this discourage you.
Do not be encouraged to forsake your medicine.

For there is a sacredness in you that only you possess.
You are a medicine not meant for everyone to understand.
If your medicine is not for those people.
Bless them, and send them on their way to find that which is.
Do not allow yourself to become bitter, for it poisons the soul and sours the medicine.
And do not be tempted to give them a taste of their own medicine.
They will believe you have poisoned them.
To those people, the medicine has become so foreign that they cannot recognize it for what it is.
The bitterness is too harsh.
And the sadness and longing it brings, too much to bare.
So don’t give them a taste of their own medicine.
Give them a taste of yours.
If they have lied, let your medicine be honesty. If they have hurt, let your medicine heal. If they are cruel, let your medicine be compassion.
If they are angry, let your medicine be serenity.
If they are bitter, let your medicine be empathy.
If they are anxious, let your medicine be peace.
If they are irritable, let your medicine be patience.
If they are jaded, let your medicine be sincerity.
Whatever others may be, choose to allow your medicine to move in a balance and alignment.

For when you embrace your medicine you not only heal yourself, you become the healing that is needed in the world around you. Not in some grand, abstract, universal way.

But in the immediate, tangible world around you, through the people you meet every day.
You ARE medicine.
It IS you.
Not just a part of you; ALL of you.
It is the core of your essence.
Once you realize this, everything becomes possible.
So don’t settle for just living your life. Open your soul to the world, and live your medicine.
Only then will you fulfill your highest potential; your true divine purpose.”

Author ~Kristin Smith

Shared with Love
🌀Nicole
Sacred Wild Woman Medicine

Gratitude to the Unknown Artist
(Sourcing)

Honoring Female Figures of the Season

~ Honoring the Female Figures of this Season in Ancient Tradition and Folklore ~

✨Mōdraniht or Modranicht (“Night of the Mothers” or “Mothers’ Night”)✨

“This ancient Anglo Saxon and Scandinavian rite of recognition for the ancestral mothers or “disir” was held on the eve before the Winter Solstice. After these cultures accepted Christianity, the ritual took place on Christmas Eve.

“O Holy Mother, gracious and most divine creator of life. It is from your heart that nothingness can bear fruit, and it is from your womb the great spark of life is born.

You who have given of yourself time, and time again to both the devout, and the petulant. You who have shown us what it truly means to love without end, and without condition. You who are the ultimate mother.

To your daughters, shaped in your image, you entrust with the power of the immortal gate between worlds, that which is the cradle of life.

To those daughters you give the gift of strength that can over come all pain, as well as the drive to brave, and light the way through all darkness; it is the power of a mothers love.

On this night we pay tribute to you, and give thanks for your continual grace given unto us on our darkest night, and the grace you give unto us through those who are your life bearing daughters.
Blessed art thou divine mother of creation.

Daughters of the great mother, my blessed family matrons. Tonight in honor of your sacrifices, which were necessary to bring forth our family, I give unto thee praise. Dine with me tonight as we celebrate the wonders of life, and love.”

~Tiffany Pierce
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/throughthegrapevine/2016/12/mothers-night-ritual/

Art: Josie Wren
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