I watched this last night and
and was so sad at this Prince’s
experience as an Epileptic.
I recently located an Ancestor
who had Epilepsy, life long
issues .
Two siblings were medicated for
seizures , a half sister is no
longer earth side …
Blessings & Peace
Dona Luna ✌🙏💙
An Old Legend says:
According to an old Native American legend, one day there was a big fire in the forest. All the animals fled in terror in all directions, because it was a very violent fire. Suddenly, the jaguar saw a hummingbird pass over his head, but in the opposite direction. The hummingbird flew towards the fire!
Whatever happened, he wouldn’t stop. Moments later, the jaguar saw him pass again, this time in the same direction as the jaguar was walking. He could observe this coming and going until he decided to ask the bird about it because it seemed very bizarre behavior.
“What are you doing, hummingbird?” he asked.
“I am going to the lake,” he answered, “I drink water with my beak and throw it on the fire to extinguish it.” The jaguar laughed. ‘Are you crazy? Do you really think that you can put out that big fire on your own with your very small beak?’
‘No,’ said the hummingbird, ‘I know I can’t. But the forest is my home. It feeds me, it shelters me and my family. I am very grateful for that. And I help the forest grow by pollinating its flowers. I am part of her and the forest is part of me. I know I can’t put out the fire, but I must do my part.’
At that moment, the forest spirits, who listened to the hummingbird, were moved by the birdie and its devotion to the forest. And miraculously they sent a torrential downpour, which put an end to the great fire.
The Native American grandmothers would occasionally tell this story to their grandchildren, then conclude with, “Do you want to attract miracles into your life? Do your part.”
Art: RainbowRhythms
Blessings,
Grandmother Flordemayo
WHEN YOU LOVE AN ANCIENT SOUL
There is a special type of person in this world that is often misunderstood.
These people tend to be the loners, the free spirits, the innocent lovers. They see the world for all it can and should be.
They are the old souls, the dreamers, the people in tune with life, so intuitive of emotions that they frighten us.
They scare not because of who they are, but because of who we are not, what we lack.
Ancient souls reach depths we cannot understand. They have a connection to the Universe, to nature, and that’s why they are the people who are going to change the world.
Their touch is unusual, their sex is unusual, their clarity of view is unusual.
We often feel inferior, as if we have to strive to be even remotely close to their level, to be worthy of their love.
It takes a confident person to love an old soul.
But it’s worth it.
It will change your life.
They are romantic, they are loyal, they help us grow, they are not materialistic, they understand the deep connections in life, they are grateful, they are examples of bravery.
They walk the most painful roads of this life, and yet somehow they find the courage to smile, to be selfless, to support others.
Loving an old soul and being loved by them is a gift from the Universe!
🙏 Gratitude to the Unknown Author
Shared with Love
🌀Nicole
Sacred Wild Woman Medicine
Artist/Photo Credit~ Debra Bernier
We have to live differently or we will die in the same old ways.
Therefore I call on all Grand Mothers everywhere on the planet to rise and take your place in the leadership of the world.
Come out of the kitchen
out of the fields
out of the beauty parlors
out of the television
Step forward and assume the role
for which you were created:
To lead humanity
to health, happiness and sanity.
I call on all the Grand Mothers of Earth
and every person who possesses
the Grand Mother Spirit
of respect for life and
protection of the young
to rise and lead.
The life of our species depends on it.
and I call on all men of Earth to gracefully and
gratefully stand aside and let them
(let us)
do so.
Alice Walker’s poem “Calling All Grand Mothers,” from her collection Hard Times Require Furious Dancing: New Poems (New World Library, 2010), calls on the grandmother spirit but also on us to clear the way for a wise woman’s perspective and work—today, tomorrow, and the next day. Although the poem was published a decade ago, it asks a question that still goes unanswered: Isn’t it impossible to know what the difference would be if we were to put females first, until we actually do it?
Photo above is painting by: Frank Howell, titled “Rose of Grandmothers Songs”
And the Great Mother said:
Come my child and give me all that you are.
I am not afraid of your strength and darkness, of your fear and pain.
Give me your tears. They will be my rushing rivers and roaring oceans.
Give me your rage. It will erupt into my molten volcanoes and rolling thunder.
Give me your tired spirit. I will lay it to rest in my soft meadows.
Give me your hopes and dreams. I will plant a field of sunflowers and arch rainbows in the sky.
You are not too much for me. My arms and heart welcome your true fullness.
There is room in my world for all of you, all that you are.
I will cradle you in the boughs of my ancient redwoods and the valleys of my gentle rolling hills.
My soft winds will sing you lullabies and soothe your burdened heart.
Release your deep pain. You are not alone and you have never been alone.
Linda Reuther, from Homecoming
Art: Lucy Pierce ”Always Held”
I think it was Brene Brown who told a story about a village where all the women washed clothes together down by the river. When they all got washing machines, there was a sudden outbreak of depression and no one could figure out why.
It wasn’t the washing machines in and of themselves. It was the absence of time spent doing things together. It was the absence of community.
Friends, we’ve gotten so independent.
We’re “fine” we tell ourselves even when in reality we’re depressed, we’re overwhelmed, we’re lonely, and we’re hurting. “We’re fine, we’re just too busy right now” we say when days, weeks, months, and years go by without connecting with friends. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s so easy to say even when it’s not true.
We’ve become so isolated and it’s hard to know how to get back. It’s so hard to know how to even begin to build the kind of relationships our hearts need. And I think In our current culture, it’s just not as organic as it once was. It’s more work now.
Because you know, we have our own washing machines. We don’t depend on each other to do laundry, or cook dinner, or raise babies anymore. We don’t really depend on each other for much of anything if we’re being honest.
In Brene Brown’s book Braving the Wilderness, she says that being lonely effects the length of our life expectancy similar to smoking 15 cigarettes a day. I don’t say that to freak anyone out, but to let you know that the longing for connection is LEGIT. I think we’ve treated friendship like a luxury for far too long; friendship isn’t a luxury, it’s a necessity.
We don’t want it. We kind of need it.
Be independent. Be proud of it. But be an independent woman who realizes the value and the importance of opening the door to other good women.
You can do it alone, but you don’t have to. Islands are only fun for so long.
There is true magic when women come together and hold hands and share ideas and share stories and struggles and endless bowls of salsa. You use your gifts, and I’ll use mine, and then we’ll invite that girl over there who brings a completely different set of skills to the table we are building, and we’ll watch together as something miraculous unfold.
Author: Amy Weatherly
Art: Darcy Lee
Instagram.com/wildwomansisterhoodOfficial
”A crone is a woman who has found her voice. She knows that silence is consent. This is a quality that makes older women feared. It is not the innocent voice of a child who says, “the emperor has no clothes,” but the fierce truthfulness of the crone that is the voice of reality. Both the innocent child and the crone are seeing through the illusions, denials, or “spin” to the truth. But the crone knows about the deception and its consequences, and it angers her. Her fierceness springs from the heart, gives her courage, makes her a force to be reckoned with.”
— Jean Shinoda Bolen (Crones Don’t Whine: Concentrated Wisdom for Juicy Women)
Art by Lauren Raine
Clearly , I was a married , single mother , who was disposable.
Shame on anyone in such a distortion, negating the bond of mother and child to infinity to hide truths worthy of exposure and healing ; be it force or choice .
“Maintaining sovereignty as a mother seems to be an impossible task for many women in capitalist patriarchal societies. I saw a quote on Facebook recently from Mamá Kaur that said, “It’s not motherhood that’s exhausting. What’s exhausting is to nurture in a world that doesn’t care for and support its mothers.” That rang true for me.
When I was a single mother especially, the last thing I felt was sovereign. As I wrote in Single Mothers Speak on Patriarchy, “It’s hard to feel like a Goddess when you’re worried sick about how you are going to feed your kids. You can do all the affirmations and self-help work you want, but it is a rare woman who feels empowered living in poverty.”
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