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Be4 a shift …

Before a shift or transition, your body asks you to slow down, rest and cocoon.

This not unlike the quiet growth while a woman carries a child, the still point when artists and writers do their best work, the calm before mother nature changes the weather.

Honor your resting space. Sleep more. Gather strength. Build momentum and prepare for a new phase of your life, the birth of your increased creativity, your soul’s desired direction.

This an important time of regeneration, an essential period in your life’s cycle. It is to the body like the Earth’s change from the evening moon to morning sun. Grow in the stillness of you. Jody Doty

🎨 Elsa Beskow

Green Flags

Green flags often go unnoticed in today’s world. They say healthy relationships are dull, but picture this: someone who makes you feel comfortable and secure, remembers the little details about you, including your favorites, and offers reassurance without prompting. Someone with whom you can be vulnerable, authentic, and genuine, without fear of disrespect.

Imagine being with someone who has clear and vivid plans for your relationship, respects your time and boundaries, and understands that you have other important people in your life. Someone who prioritizes you, cares for you, and sees your flaws as opportunities for growth. Someone who never lets you go to bed with a heavy heart and never takes advantage of your kindness.

Now, envision having someone who communicates openly because they value your relationship, recognizing that disagreements are natural but striving for a healthy resolution.

Imagine being with someone who is not just good for your heart but great for your overall well-being.

So take my advice and cherish those green flags when you see them. They may seem small, but they are the building blocks of a truly fulfilling and lasting relationship.

~Tanvir

Tired

I am tired of losing myself to uncertain relationships.

I am tired of punishing myself over the things that I prayed to work, but didn’t. I am tired of wasting my nights being sad over someone who wouldn’t even be happy being with me.

I am tired of losing my peace, settling on unclear intentions, and living on good old memories.

I am tired of romanticizing black and white future. I am tired of looking for people who do not want to be found. And I am tired of running away from my worth.

I just want to be with someone whom I can celebrate good little things with, share my secrets and dreams, and who can effortlessly make me love myself more.

I just want to be in the arms of someone who’s also tired of playing games, living on false hopes, and singing goodbyes.

So, if you’re tired, too, please meet me here. I won’t mind offering my shoulders for you to lean to, my hands for you to hold, and my heart for you to rest onto.

Grow with me. Chase the calm with me. Above all, be tired with me—so we don’t have the energy to leave.

— Aaron Arciaga

Art: wifi313

Fb Page: Poetry that Stays

Slow Death

“You start dying slowly;

if you do not travel,

if you do not read,

If you do not listen to the sounds of life,

If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly:

When you kill your self-esteem,

When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly;

If you become a slave of your habits,

Walking everyday on the same paths…

If you do not change your routine,

If you do not wear different colours

Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.

You start dying slowly:

If you avoid to feel passion

And their turbulent emotions;

Those which make your eyes glisten

And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly:

If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain

If you do not go after a dream

If you do not allow yourself

At least once in your lifetime

To run away from sensible advice

Don’t let yourself die slowly

Do not forget to be happy!”

~ Pablo Neruda, a Chilean poet awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971

Art by Laron G. S. via Midjourney (PM Laron for digital prints)

Mothers

“There are so many kinds of mother. The mothers you cherish and celebrate. The mothers who were never really there. The mothers who broke you. Who built you. The mothers who cheered you on. Who chipped away at you until you were dust. The mothers who reveled in your astonishing intelligence and grace and power. Who saw only their own light. The mothers who died painfully young. The mothers who lived so long you felt yourself disintegrating with them. Petal by wilted petal. The mothers who shined. Who dimmed. Who did their best. Who disappointed. Who redeemed themselves. Who accepted your redemption. Who zigged and zagged. The mothers who were a beacon. The mothers you never knew. The mothers who sewed themselves into the quilt you became. The mothers who couldn’t bear to tell the truth. The mothers who were brave. The mothers who didn’t know who they were without you. Who never saw you no matter how wildly you waved. The mothers who grieved you. Who believed in you. The mothers you call. The mothers you no longer speak to. The mothers you take for granted. Or treasure. The dead mothers. The mothers you have to search for and carry. The mothers you find in people who are not your mother. The mothers like a limb. The mothers like a mirror. The mothers like a flame. The mothers you wish. The mothers you love. The mothers you ache. The mothers you echo. The mothers you wanted to be. The mothers you became. I am thinking of you. I am holding you all.” -Cheryl Strayed

Art by Jessica Fry

Mother Love ❤️ Healing 5/12

You have heard of collateral damage.

Now hear of collateral renewal.

Every time we act in kindness,

in mercy, in love: the Impact of our actions radiates out to touch many more lives than the ones in our Immediate vicinity. Others we do not know will be affected. The reverberations of our Compassion will circle the world. Collateral renewal – healing Rippling out, never ending.

—Steven Charleston ❤️

What love ❤️ is

Some men can be so 𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵. They don’t want to love you properly, but they don’t want to let you go either.

The more you give the less they appreciate, and the minute you’ve had enough and decide to walk away is when they are ready to love you and treat you right.

So you give them a chance in the hopes they’ve changed only to realise it was all fake. You find the strength to walk away once more and here he comes again proclaiming his love for you and you give in, 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵.

A man showing anger and persistence to get you back once you try to break it of isn’t proof of love; its a knee jerk reaction.

A man kissing you or making flaccid attempts to be nicer for two weeks isn’t proof that he’s trying, its proof that he knows you well enough to know how to defuse you long enough to hook you once again.

Take away a toy, a little boy cries. Take away a relationship of convenience, a man cries. Just because he cries doesn’t mean you give him what he wants.

Stop listening to what your man keeps promising and start watching what his actions actually keep telling you.

A lot of you women don’t know what its like to be loved by a real man. You know lust, you know joy, you know passion and you know the fear of abandonment.

Stop chasing your idea of what love should be and recognise what love IS. Love isn’t promising to act right after he gets caught fucking up time and time again.

Love is him acting right from the start because he doesn’t want to fuck up.

Love isn’t telling your grown man he needs to change so he can keep you; love is a grown man changing on his own because he cant imagine life without you.

✍️ Snr Peter

Artist: Unknown

Mothers

Maybe your mother was the perfect mother.

Maybe she carried you

bled for you

sang to you

smiled at you

nurtured you and marveled in you.

Maybe she understood your essence

and was patient and let you unfold

in your own time and in your own way

honoring the heart of you all the while.

Maybe your mother cared for you;

Maybe she was there for you

long past childhood days.

Maybe your mother worked for you

cooked for you

sewed for you.

Maybe your mother listened to you

held space for you

Maybe your mother laughed with you

played with you

stayed with you through all your years.

Maybe your mother protected you,

But

Maybe she neglected you

rejected you.

Maybe she abandoned you

hard-handed you

betrayed you

flayed you.

Maybe your mother couldn’t mother.

Maybe your mother forgot you

lost interest

grew cold.

Maybe she never really loved you.

Maybe you were just her duty

for a little while.

Maybe your mother did the best she could

with what she had.

Maybe she was sick or sad.

Maybe her mother was bitter or bad

and hurt her in her deepest parts.

Now

Maybe you are a mother.

Maybe you are a perfect mother.

Maybe you pour abundant love into

your daughters, your sons.

Maybe you delight in them.

Maybe you struggle

Maybe you feel exhausted

resentful

lost and unseen.

Maybe you feel nothing.

Maybe you are just surviving.

Maybe you are not a mother

but long to be a mother

Maybe you mother others.

Maybe you don’t want to be a mother;

will never be a mother

Yet

We all need a mother

Yes, we do

And maybe there is a perfect mother

just for you.

She is the mother of your mother

and your mother’s mother

and back as far as the eye can see

or mind can know

or soul can feel

to the first mother.

Lie on the grass and feel Her heart.

You were formed of Her earth.

You come from Her waters.

Her winds kiss your cheek eternally.

Her rains cry with you when you cry

and wash your wounds.

She will heal you

nourish you

wait for you.

She will give you beauty

give you joy

give you new life

again and again.

She will always be there

to enfold you in Her embrace

when at last you return —

Maybe you have the perfect mother . . .

~ Rebekah Myers, A Perfect Mother

Sacred Sisters Full Moon Circle

Art: Jana Brike

Jana Brike

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Memories

“When you remember me,

it means that you have carried

something of who I am with you,

that I have left some mark

of who I am on who you are.

It means that you can summon me

back to your mind even though

countless years and miles may stand

between us.

It means that if we meet again,

you will know me.

It means that even after I die,

you can still see my face

and hear my voice

and speak to me in your heart.

For as long as you remember me,

I am never entirely lost.”

🌙 Frederick Buechner

🎨 Kat Fedora Artist

Clutter – Symptom of Narcissist Abuse

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