Today is 'International Women's Day'
Keep 'Holding Steady' and focussed on what you believe in, whatever the weather and however much the boat rocks. The flowers will grow and they have never let us down.
~ Nicola Slatery
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From the moment you were born,
your death has walked beside you.
Though it seldom shows its face,
you still feel its empty touch
when fear invades your life,
or what your love is lost
or inner damage is incurred...
Yet when destiny draws you
into
TODAY is International Women's Day!
"Where there is a woman
there is magic!"
~ Ntozake Shange
Artist: Vanessa Craan, (Haiti/USA)
It’s when the earth shakes
And foundations crumble
That our light is called
To rise up.
It’s when everything falls away
And shakes us to the core
And awakens all
Of our hidden ghosts
That we dig deeper to find
Once inaccessible strength.
It’s in ti
Wishing you a Happy Adventurer's Full Moon, dear Kindred!
Except below about the Adventurer's Moon, from Moon Elves: "Their Customs and Their Magic" by The Silver Elves (available on Amazon internationally) (art by Asako Eguchi titled "Moon Magic")
"T
"Don't Shame Yourself"
Don’t ever
shame yourself
for showing up,
admitting or sharing,
only to be shutdown
or even ghosted.
To want to reach out
and describe your struggle
and be understood
is better than holding
it all painfully insi
I’ve always longed to find myself in a place where neither noise nor drama exists. I’ve often imagined creating a space of my own, where silence and peace are the only things that truly matter.
Over time, I’ve built my own sanctuary of unbothered
I’ve found myself thinking “I couldn’t go through this again.”
But when I think about it -
I mean, really think about it –
that’s not true.
If I had my time again…
I would know you again.
I would love you again.
And if that meant I would lose you again,
I
I love listening to the rain pitter pattering on the hood of my coat.
I love watching storms dance around the sky from behind a window.
I love feeling the warmth of the sun when I’m sitting in the shade.
And I love hearing the waves crash against th
Hugo Simberg's painting "The Wounded Angel," completed in 1903, is a poignant and enigmatic masterpiece that has become one of Finland's most iconic artworks. This painting depicts two solemn boys carrying a wounded angel on a stretcher through a de
Sleeping in the Forest
— Mary Oliver
I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white
The Fairy Shepherd
by Cicely Fox Smith
When stars come gleaming one by one,
And fold and farm are still,
O I go out to keep the sheep
All night upon the hill.
My master deems me chill and cold
When he lies warm in bed,
But I run leaping with my flock,
And l
THE UNINVITED FRIEND
I have an uninvited friend.
She came to my door last night, again, and I almost pretended to be out.
But it was too late, she saw me peering through the blinds and she can sense my energy anyway.
I let my friend in and she w
Art: Brooklyn Swenson
“Something told the wild geese
It was time to go.
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered,—‘Snow.’
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned,—‘Frost.’
All the
"The Pilgrimage" , (2019)
Mixed Media by Lisbeth Cheever-Gessaman
"I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world right now. It is true, one has to have strong co
Autumn
by Adelaide Crapsey
Art by Alla Tsank
Fugitive, wistful,
Pausing at edge of her going,
Autumn the maiden turns,
Leans to the earth with ineffable
Gesture. Ah, more than
Spring's skies her skies shine
Tender, and frailer
Bloom than plum-bloom or alm
The Wind And The Leaves
by George Cooper
Art by Maja Lindberg
"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come o'er the meadows with me, and play'
Put on your dress of red and gold,—
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold."
Soon as the leaves h
The Tree
by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Art by William Stephen Coleman
The Tree's early leaf-buds were bursting their brown;
"Shall I take them away?" said the Frost, sweeping down.
"No, leave them alone
Till the blossoms have grown,"
Prayed the Tree, while
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
She looks for her omens
In the colors of stones
In the faces of cats
In the dancing of fire
In the curve of old bones
She sings heathеn songs
By the light of the moon
And dreams she can reac
~ For World Bee Day ~
“Hush now.
The wounds run deep,
but the bees
are full of knowing.
They know the hive
of your heart,
each crooked curled chamber
each hopefully hidden curve,
each darkened holding cell.
They have come
with wings
and song
