Madness ; Little Prince

“It’s madness
to hate all roses
because you got scratched with one thorn,

to give up all dreams
because one of them didn’t come true,

to give up all attempts
because one of them failed.

It’s folly to condemn all your friends
because one has betrayed you,

to no longer believe in love
just because someone was unfaithful
or didn’t love you back,

to throw away all your chances to be happy
because something went wrong.

There will always be another opportunity,
another friend,
another love,
a new strength.

For every end,
there is always a new beginning…..

And now here is my secret,
a very simple secret:
It is only with the heart
that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry – The Little Prince, 1943.
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Woman’s Spirit

See The Woman
She has a young face
An old face
She carries herself well
In all ages
She survives all man has done

In some tribes she is free
In some religions
She is under man
In some societies
She’s worth what she consumes

In some nations
She is delicate strength
In some states
She is told she is weak
In some classes
She is property owned

In all instances
She is sister to earth
In all conditions
She is life bringer
In all life she is our necessity

See the woman eyes
Flowers swaying
On scattered hills
Sundancing calling in the bees

See the woman heart
Lavender butterflies
Fronting blue sky
Misty rain falling
On soft wild roses

See the woman beauty
Lightning streaking
Dark summer nights
Forests of pines mating
With new winter snow

See the woman spirit
Daily serving courage
With laughter
Her breath a dream
And a prayer.”

~ John Trudell
https://indiancountrytoday.com/archive/remembering-the-life-and-legacy-of-john-trudell

Artist: Angela Betta Casale
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Fucket Buckets

Posted one year ago today…I am at peace and doing well now.

You called yourself my friend.
You tried to control me…I resisted.
You put me down…I didn’t listen.
You created constant drama in my life.
You took from me…then made excuses.
You yelled at me and threw temper tantrums.
I made excuses for you.
You helped yourself to my money
and possessions… and manipulated me.
I closed ranks.
You betrayed me…
You lied to me and about me…
Then you lied and said you didn’t lie.
Then you blamed me for everything.
When I would not comply, you flew into rages.
Then you called me crazy when I would get upset.
Then I felt as if my life was at risk and it was.
You created a horrible situation and then didn’t
understand why I told you I would move.
The trust was completely gone
and then…

SO was I.

So when you ask me why?
This is why.
End of story…
Over
Done with…
Gone.
This woman found a new home.

Rev.Diannia Baty

Tiffany Wyatt

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

Enjoy.

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

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Blessings 4 Broken Hearts



A Blessing for the Brokenhearted 


Let us agree
for now
that we will not say
the breaking
makes us stronger
or that it is better
to have this pain
than to have done
without this love.
Let us promise
we will not
tell ourselves
time will heal
the wound
when every day
our waking
opens it anew.
Perhaps for now
it can be enough
to simply marvel
at the mystery
of how a heart
so broken
can go on beating,
as if it were made
for precisely this—
as if it knows
the only cure for love
is more of it
as if it sees
the heart’s sole remedy
for breaking
is to love still
as if it trusts
that its own stubborn
and persistent pulse
is the rhythm
of a blessing
we cannot
begin to fathom
but will save us
nonetheless.


~ Jan Richardson 


[Art: Andrea Kowch]

Deepest Work is Darkest

The deepest work is usually the darkest.
A brave woman, a wisening woman, will develop the poorest psychic land, for if she builds only on the best land of her psyche, she will have for a view the least of what she is.
So do not be afraid to investigate the worst. It only guarantees increase of soul power through fresh insights and opportunities for re-visioning one’s life and self anew.
It is in this psychic kind of land development that Wild Woman shines. She is not afraid of the darkest dark,in fact she can see in the dark.
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes,
Photo: Spring by Phoenix Chan
Archaeology for the Woman’s Soul
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Letting Go

She Let GoShe let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.She let go of the committee of indecision within her.She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely,without hesitation or worry, she just let go.She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read abook on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.She just let go.She let go of all of the memories that held her back.She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.She didn’t promise to let go.She didn’t journal about it.She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.She just let go.She didn’t analise whether she should let go.She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.She didn’t call the prayer line.She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.No one was around when it happened.There was no applause or congratulations.No one thanked her or praised her.No one noticed a thing.Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.There was no effort. There was no struggle.It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.It was what it was, and it is just that.In the space of letting go, she let it all be.A small smile came over her face.A light breeze blew through her.And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.Here’s to giving ourselves the gift of letting go…There’s only one Guru ~ you.―Rev. Safire Rose
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