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After 1000 Broken Vows – Live Poetry Reading by Shiloh Sophia
After 1000 Broken Vows After 1000 broken vows We will rise again. I promise. Surrendering to the mystery of knowing or not knowing. We finally understand that we will not do everything we say we will. This confession should feel … Continue reading
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What is the big fat lie you keep telling yourself about not calling your own circle? Join us tonight!
One of the reasons I love my job is because I get to do the coolest things – like talk to other women about things like big fat lies, and how to call our tribes together, photos like the one at the right with my homegirls remind me of how blessed I feel to be IN my community – and the truth is that I started calling them together over ten years ago…I knew how essential it was to my heart, soul, and to working together as women entrepreneurs. So get your cup of tea and join us for another Red Thread Cafe Conversation with Stella Mac and I with Amy Ahlers – it is gonna be a good night.
Filed under Happenings, Shiloh's Writings
Enough
You think You are not enough And so that what you do Is never enough. I think the story “I am not enough” Is a lie. And I am wondering why we, intelligent lovely brave souls that we are would … Continue reading
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Is ADHD sometimes another name for mystic?
When folks have MANY facets to their lives, we are often told we are distracted or fragmented and that we need to “FOCUS”. Focus pocus. Sure focus gets things done in a more timely manner on a timeline someone else set up that equals results someone else wants to measure as success or completion. But for those of us who are renaissance women – those of us with many interests – what if we want to bake cupcakes and save the world? What if we want to be a little barefoot and pregnant wife and run for congress too? What about us? What if we want to ride the freedom train instead of a high speed jet? Continue reading
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The Spirit of Hope – A Writing for Spring
It is Spring Eve, she said to all the Doubts.
Gather around! All of you.
One by one, she called their names aloud:
Fear…Neglect…Sadness…Guilt…Worry…
Lack…Shame…Carelessness…Overdoing…
Like little mice in a fairy tale gone wrong
they congregated at the hem of her garment.
With kindness and fierceness in her voice,
She continued to call on all that prevents:
Gather around! All of you!
Non-Action…Blame…Regret…Cold Heart…
Envy…Judgment…Greed..Malice…
and you too, yes you! Mediocrity. Cynicism.
and Just Joking. And you!
Unwilling to change. Unwilling to look.
Unwilling to see what is needed.
Unwilling to Hope. Continue reading
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Passionate Soul
Once she found her dream she followed it with all the passion in her soul. She spent considerable time searching calling digging sourcing and praying for her dream to come. She knew she had one there just seemed to be … Continue reading
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Medicine, Madness and Miracles
Medicine Madness and Miracles A Hymn of Renewal What if we woke up today And the old stories didn’t have their sting? What if we didn’t resist what there is to do? And set about our tasks, whether grand … Continue reading
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Ballad of a Hopeless Optimist – Twenty-Ten
Though the storms of doom will rage against our bright windows opened to the day
And the perils of Main street and Wall street bid us foreboding while we linger under feather coverlets
While the headlines glorify mayhem and madness, we shall leap forward with red shoes made for dancing
We, a people of an unreasonable dream, will not be undone. Our very bones are made for this bright longing.
This faith which against the odds of empty houses, white houses, houses of financial ill repute and houselessness.
This faith will see us through and cause us to throw open our doors to our futures and shout
DAY! We cometh forth from the depths of yester-year! We will wear orange dresses and feathered hats,
READY OR NOT! HERE WE COME!
And while we claim the wreckage still piling up in the junkyard of ‘soul work’ still to be done
We shall not be put under the tires of commerce or commercial or cynicism
We cannot be talked out of our joy! Continue reading
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