No Longer Waiting

“I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness. I believe, I Believe.”
“Life at Midlife” By Mary Anne Perrone
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Grandmother Flordemayo
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Witch- Wise Woman

“You look like a witch,” he said.
-If only! she replied.
-If only? What is the merit of being a witch?
-I’m going to tell you:

A witch is a woman who is connected to nature; knows the power of plants and understands the language of animals.
She travels between the worlds and communicates with the great spirit.

A witch loves herself and all living beings, respects and is able to listen without judging, and heal a broken heart.
Being a witch is knowing the power that is inside you, enjoying who you are without belittling anyone. The witches dance and sing without complexes, they decipher the messages of the moon and the wind and bathe naked in rivers and seas.

They do magic in their homes. With a good pot, they warm your body and soul. There are witches who sing and witches who write. Others make bread or sell their creations. You find them in all professions. Some gather around the bonfire on new moon nights, others invent rituals at home and put candles out. And do you know why? Because they are not afraid. They dance and sing in honor of invoking the ancestors who unjustly died. They raise their voices to wake up women that still suffer the spell of centuries of repression. Incantations of self-love are whispered, They pass them from one to the other and record them in their cells.
Witches, wizards, and sorceresses roam the four directions healing the world with their gifts.

I hope I am a Witch !!!

~ Author Unknown ~

Art Julia Jeffrey

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Grandmothers/Grandmother’s Spirit Rising

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.

  • Calling All Grand Mothers by Alice Walker

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”

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Crone

”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

Stories of Old Ones

May the stories of the old ones, the ancient ones, the land and the trees, the plants and the earth be whispered to you.

May you warm your toes by the hearth side as the land starts to speak in the cold and old icy voice of winter, the voice that appears when we pass the mid winter mark; the voice that talks in stories of growth, of becoming, of new slates and brand new mossy gateways.

May you be comforted by the fire that can be lit inside your body, by the light you hold inside, the light of love, forgiveness and passion.

Rest well dear one, warm your bones and listen in the silence, in the cold, for the rustling of truth telling that comes from the earth and the air, the rustling of the newness that springs from the compost of the old.

~ Brigit Anna McNeill
http://www.brigitannamcneill.org

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Artist~ Josephine Klerks
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Crone’s Return

Crone’s Return by Kay Louise Turner
Can you feel Crone’s Return?Its bubbling, swirling.  On the boil.Women’s Wisdom uncoupling from silence.Hag is calling.  Mighty staff in hand.  Pounding the Earth.
Which now quakes and shakes with her rhythmic insistence.The power of the Ancient is reclaiming its place.The symphony completed.  Feminine synergy.The wielding Axe from the battle won.
Laughing witches gathering again in circle,Reinstate the visibility of Medicine WomenAs integral to community’s thriving.The position of Elder is understood and revered once more.
A great cleansing of the collective is underway,The disinfecting rage of the Dark Goddess WomanEradicates pathogenic patriarchal thought forms andHeals our womb from the pus of patriarchal infection.
As her ferocity replaces meekness and people-pleasing passesAs she takes up space.  We take up space.Biddy is back.  Interfering with clear intent.
Freedom.  Pleasure.  Embodiment.  Sovereignty.  Self-Leadership.Thriving Earth.
From the upcoming Girl God Anthology, The Crone Initiation and Invitation: Women speak on the Menopause Journey
Aleah Chapin – Artist

Narcissist Never Get Over You…

Seeing through the rage early on, seeing the 3 year old wounded child

that happened to be male , but imbalanced for whatever reason .

The trauma affected the softer , feminine child, molding him towards

an exterior that denied the softness.. Drama was not perceived in the dead

pan delivery in mask , usually attributed to someone else . I became his fix

his target , which he modeled for our 3 sons . He’s still in that mode ,

sadly , regrettably denying any responsibility , contracts that supersede

any written or dictated by human .

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Blessings & Peace

Doña Luna

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