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Wisdom for women: Empowering the Feminine within: A woman who follows her own heart
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Friday, October 4, 2013. Empowering the Feminine within: A woman who follows her own heart. SoulCollage(R) Card Shamanic Healer and Storyteller. 8220;The things women are most yearning for- -such as deeper connection, spiritual awakening, self-expression, creativity, right livelihood, creating an enlightened world for generations to come- -all require a new level of. To bring them forth. 8221; Jean Houston. A woman who follows her own heart has learned to listen to her intuition. A woman who follows her ...
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Wisdom for women: February 2012
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Friday, February 3, 2012. Soul Mate, after Twenty Years. Sleepless in the night, you toss and I turn. Such a gentle man, even in your sleep. You laugh and chuckle, while I grind my teeth. Slow to anger, you are mute sometimes,. At other times eloquent as mint,. Sharp as old cheddar. Husband and wife, we have shared. First a captain’s bed, then. A double, then a queen’s, now a bed. Fit for a king, And blessed it with our wandering. Hands, enlivened it with our howling,. I felt you calling me home,. Creati...
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Wisdom for women: September 2012
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Monday, September 17, 2012. Be Where You Are. Whether sunlight streams through the window. Or the rain drops down,. Be where you are. At times you will be weary. Confounded by mixed signals or crossed signs. Will produce only dead ends. So be where you are. Back in your center. Where there is always. Leave the phone calls. And the work load. Worries, conflicts, and expectations. Lying where they may. And be where you are. There with the crying child. Or the laundry pile. And the nascent hopes and dreams.
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Wisdom for women: A Poem for Mothering Ourselves
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Thursday, November 6, 2014. A Poem for Mothering Ourselves. I'm preparing a class for next week on the topic of Mothering Ourselves. I want to incorporate some beautiful serene music about the feminine face of god, and a visualization, imagining the Shekinah or female companion of God in spirit form wrapping her wings around me, or soothing my brow with the palm of her hand, or lying in the lap of Buddha.here is a poem to go with that self-compassion. What if you knew. That something was in motion. Creat...
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Wisdom for women: October 2013
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Thursday, October 10, 2013. Autumn Poem by John Keats, 1819. Of mists and mellow fruitfulness,. Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;. Conspiring with him how to load and bless. With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;. To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,. And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;. To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells. With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,. And still more, later flowers for the bees,. Until they think warm days will never cease,.
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Wisdom for women: November 2012
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Monday, November 5, 2012. Poem for the soul. From Why I Wake Early. Understand, I am always trying to figure out. What the soul is,. And where hidden,. And so, last week,. When I found on the beach. Of a pilot whale that may have died. Hundreds of years ago, I thought. Maybe I was close. For the ear bone. Is the portion that lasts longest. In any of us, man or whale; shaped. Like a squat spoon. With a pink scoop where. Once, in the lively swimmer's head,. It joined its two sisters. And I thought: the soul.
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Wisdom for women: November 2013
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Tuesday, November 19, 2013. The ones we tell each other,. Late at night or early in the morning. Over coffee and a cigarette,. More than one if it's a story we've told. Over and over like chain smoking, like. Dirty laundry soaking in the tub, stains. Evoking lost memories of teething, cut. Lips, blood on the sweatshirt where. You held his head and he bled all over you. You want to speak about this love. You have for other women who listen. Intently, with their own pain showing. The boredom that strikes,.
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Wisdom for women: It’s Dawning on Me
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Monday, January 6, 2014. It’s Dawning on Me. If we do everything else but that one thing, we will be lost. And if we do. Nothing else but that one thing, we will have lived a glorious life. Rumi. In my solitary quest. For a silent Sunday morning. Free of phones and idle chatter. And hungry for connection,. I watch the hazy sky at dawn. Then seek the bronze/gold sun. Of the inner sunrise,. Under the rich cashmere shawl. Where thoughts are thrown back. Into the lake like fish. Too small to keep.
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Wisdom for women: May 2012
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Wednesday, May 9, 2012. 8220;The Muse Mother” (1982). My window pearls wet. The bare rowan tree. From where I stand. A woman hunkering –. Worrying a child’s face,. Working a nappy liner. Over his sticky, loud. Round of a mouth. Her hand’s a cloud. Across his face,. Making light and rain,. Smiles and a frown,. She jockeys him to her hip,. Pockets the nappy liner,. Collars rain on her nape. And moves away,. But my mind stays fixed:. If I could only decline her –. Out of context,. From this rainy street.
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Wisdom for women: July 2013
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Monday, July 8, 2013. Suddenly in two worlds. With apologies to Wallace Stevens. A woman is always suddenly in two worlds,. Over the morning's breakfast plates. Jammed up knives, amid soccer behind the hedge,. Screaming, thuds, kicked leather. The wind calls her to write: birds at the. Startle when the big black dog runs out. And her poems are suddenly startled, fleeing. Before she can grab paper and pen. The kids come in: one tries her flute, he opens. The side gate to greet the barking lab. She licked ...