Unforsaken

UNFORSAKEN

He wanted to borrow her light,

For it comforted him in the night.

He wanted to borrow her eyes

To see all the beauty she finds.

He wanted to borrow her lips

Just borrow her taste, just a kiss.

He wanted to borrow her heart

For his was so lost in the dark.

She willingly offered her light,

But she felt quite lost in his night,

And she offered of him her eyes

But it left her vision blind,

She melted her taste in his kiss

And now it’s the taste she does miss.

She gave him her beautiful heart,

But he held it in all of the dark.

She waited for all to return

But the borrowed was taken and burned,

So she lost all her love in his night,

She forgot she was holding the light,

But her eyes have a vision so deep

That her heart has no choice but to keep,

So as she burns her truth in the night,

Her wings start to lift her in flight.

See, she gave but nothing was taken,

She just lost it in all the forsaken,

But the truth of her love never died,

It just gave her the dance of the night.

In the night we give love sacrificed

Till we fall, in the empty of sight

Yet the fall is always to find

A love that is ne’er sacrificed.

Each time our love is taken,

Let it grow, never leave it forsaken,

For love always grows, never dies,

But the night has to be sacrificed.

Tis the contrast of dark with the light

That gives every wing strength to fly.

We make love, dancing colours to life,

Making rainbows; we rain till we shine.

Heather Lea

Artist unknown

Cravings (Clarissa Pinkola Estes)

A Woman may crave to be near water , or be belly down , her face in the earth , smelling the wild smell .

She might have to drive into the wind .

She may have to plant something, pull things out of the ground or put them into the ground .

She may have to knead and bake , rapt in dough up to her elbows .

She may have to trek into the hills leaping from rock to rock trying out her voice against the mountain .

She may need hours of starry nights where the stars are like face powder spilt on a black marble floor .

She may feel she will die if she doesn’t dance naked in a thunderstorm , sit in perfect silence , return home ink -stained , paint-stained , tear-stained , moon -stained …

~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes ~

Artist Credit : Andy Kehoe

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Serendipity Corner

Half ~ Khalil Gibran

Do not love half lovers

Do not entertain half friends

Do not live half a life

and do not die a half death

If you choose silence, then be silent

When you speak, do so until you are finished

Do not silence yourself to say something

And do not speak to be silent

If you accept, then express it bluntly

Do not mask it

If you refuse then be clear about it

for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance

Do not accept half a solution

Do not believe half truths

Do not dream half a dream

Do not fantasize about half hopes

Half the way will get you no where

Half an idea will bear you no results

Half a life is a life you didn’t live,

A word you have not said

A smile you postponed

A love you have not had

A friendship you did not know

The half is a mere moment of inability

but you are able for you are not half a being

You are a whole that exists to live a life

not half a life.

~ Khalil Gibran

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#quotesaboutlife

Leave the Dishes

“Leave the dishes.

Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator

and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.

Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.

Throw the cracked bowl out and don’t patch the cup.

Don’t patch anything. Don’t mend. Buy safety pins.

Don’t even sew on a button.

Let the wind have its way, then the earth

that invades as dust and then the dead

foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch.

Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome.

Don’t keep all the pieces of the puzzles

or the doll’s tiny shoes in pairs, don’t worry

who uses whose toothbrush or if anything

matches, at all.

Except one word to another. Or a thought.

Pursue the authentic-decide first

what is authentic,

then go after it with all your heart.

Your heart, that place

you don’t even think of cleaning out.

That closet stuffed with savage mementos.

Don’t sort the paper clips from screws from saved baby teeth

or worry if we’re all eating cereal for dinner

again. Don’t answer the telephone, ever,

or weep over anything at all that breaks.

Pink molds will grow within those sealed cartons

in the refrigerator. Accept new forms of life

and talk to the dead

who drift in though the screened windows, who collect

patiently on the tops of food jars and books.

Recycle the mail, don’t read it, don’t read anything

except what destroys

the insulation between yourself and your experience

or what pulls down or what strikes at or what shatters

this ruse you call necessity.”

Louise Erdrich – Advice to Myself.

Andrea Kowch

Excavation by David Seay

We are a culture that glorifies the explosion.

Consumption is our icon next to destruction and erosion,

And while the waters are still flowing,

addiction dips it’s toes in;

And adds to the pollution,

Which is why some of us are glowing.

Tuned to confusion through over stimulation of useless information,

As we are speaking about nothing while in communication,

We cling to opinions that hinder revelation.

Time for an excavation,

Not of the land,

But the inner world of man;

For all of our relations.

The rocket ships we take;

A symbol of exploration,

Or escape?

I must ask.

Why can’t we take care of what we have before we expand our destructive path?

Our new symbol is the mask,

Our old one was the flag;

Trading freedom for security,

And doing it quite fast.

This is a ground breaking,

Earth quaking,

Life shaking,

Quickening of our reality.

The warriors are awakening.

Focus on vitality.

Foundation for our families.

Everyday a celebration.

Fireworks of appreciation explode vocally through me without even littering or frightening anyone locally.

Implode on an inner world to cultivate a love so innate that there is no need to escape.

This is what we celebrate.

Discern, observe, manage, regulate.

Write a book,

Become an author.

Chop wood,

Carry water.

With a skip in the step,

And a song in the heart.

Dance to the stars.

Work harder and harder on something you love;

Then do something you don’t like for someone going through something tough.

Spread the laughter and sweep the heavy,

Not under the rug but off of the levee.

Fire works,

To burn up all that heavy burden that we carry,

So don’t freak out when things get scary.

There is a way to face the music,

And dance right through it;

Even the mess humans are cocreating,

Can be cleaned and made pristine if we worked together as a team instead of constantly debating.

I am praying,

But not just bargaining or asking God,

Nor constantly complaining;

They are yearnings of the heart and soul,

Told of what this life is needing~

My deepest prayers are not the words I say;

It is the act of my heart beating.

To keep us alive,

Our hearts are bleeding.

Pumping the love.

Delivering the message.

Passing on the truth of trust.

Carrying out the way for us all.

That’s a living prayer;

Listen for the call.

Let’s build another way,

Not another mall.

Wake up Women

They have come for us

We who are female

We who bleed

They are trying to pull us backwards

To a time where their hatred of us was open

Where they controlled all of what we said and did

Their patriarchy perpetuates itself through their churches

WAKE UP WOMEN

Step out of your complacency

Step out of your father’s house

Step out of your husband’s house

Step out and lift your voice

Embrace your freedom

Embrace your sisters

Embrace your sovereignty

We women are sacred and whole unto ourselves

Shed the males who oppress you

Shed the beliefs that limit you

Shed anything that you wish

YOU are in charge of yourself

YOU are in charge of your body

YOU should be running the world

YOU are spiritual power embodied

REMEMBER WHO YOU REALLY ARE AND RISE

– Tizzy Hyatt

Image: Joey Spadaro

Woman , May I ?

May I call you….

When life has hurt you so much
And despair strikes

May I stand behind you and support you

When the pain is so bad
That you hoist yourself up in a steel armor
So that nothing can touch you

May I still be close to you

When your heart has grown cold and bleak
Because it has been disappointed so often

May I warm it again

When your heart is too heavy with grief
So it feels like it wants to come out of your chest

May I help you carry your sorrow

When you think that no one listens to you anymore
To the stories of your pain

May I hear them again

When you feel supported by me
And have felt my love

May I then be with you?

Ineke Akkerman

I Am

I am the womb
of every hope
I am the fire
of every season
I am the queen
of every hive
I am the tomb
of every life

I am a drop
of morning dew
I am a star
in the evening sky
I am the light
by which you read
I am a word
in this very book

~ from the Song of Amergin
(Note: Amergin was a bard, druid and judge for the Milesians in the Irish Mythological Cycle.)

“How do you find the goddess? By looking where you are. . . . She is everywhere, penetrating every moment of every life with feminine power. There is not a single part of life that she does not touch; there is not a single place on this earth where she cannot be touched.

When did we first learn to forget her? Did we not all, as children, know the pervasive power of divinity? Did we not all once know how to fall between the slats of time into a timeless world where she endured? We can get back that sense of wonder at the radiance of creation. How? By looking. Looking everywhere, looking at each moment. She has never left us; we have never left her. She is here, in this precious moment, as surely as she has ever been.”

~ Patricia Monaghan, The Goddess Companion, February 19th

Art: Andrea Redmond
Cailleach Moon Cottage
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Been Her

I have been her
I have been she
I have been them
And now I’m me.

I have been out
And I’ve been in
I’ve felt defeat
I’ve known the win.

I have held joy
and shouldered grief
I’ve had my share
Of changed beliefs.

I have been hurt
and I’ve been high
I heard the answers
to what and to why.

I know the loss
and I know the gain
I know that we
all bleed the same.

I have been her
I have been she
I have been them
And now I’m me.

By Donna Ashworth Words

Art by @hannahkarlzon