Tag Archive: women poets

Cages of Our Own Making

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Cages of Our Own Making   I let myself out of my cage. I saw the door for the first time and I just stepped out. It was so easy! It’s so beautiful… Continue reading

Shiloh Sophia talks about Quantum Creativity

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Rage Against Mediocrity + Livestream Your Dreams on Saturday‏

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The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep. People are going back and forth… Continue reading

The Festival of the Open Heart – My First Poem of 2014

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The Festival of the Open Heart Look, there is a festival happening! We are gathering in the streets to be in the space of what excites us! Stop trying to save yourself and… Continue reading

Fear Less Love More

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FEAR LESS LOVE MORE DOUBT LESS DREAM MORE CYNIC LESS HOPE MORE SLEEP LESS CREATE MORE PLAN LESS EXPRESS MORE JUDGE LESS LAUGH MORE GOSSIP LESS LISTEN MORE SPEND LESS MAKE MORE CONTROL… Continue reading

Enough

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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… Continue reading

Our Lady of Abundant Blessings

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Our Lady of Abundant Blessings
Open our hearts to Thy bountiful wisdom
You who bridge the created and uncreated worlds
You who bring spirit into form so beautifully
Move us through our many thought forms that bind

Calling In The Sparkle

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ave you had the experience of the very AIR around you changing, seeming different- both in moments of bliss and pain? Times of miracles and grieving and transformations are moments when the air seems to me compressed and released and anointed with sparkle from On High. I have often wondered, since pain and miracles seem like something we can neither call on nor predict, but can certainly expect to show up -though with no idea when… is there a way to cause or call on the Sparkle from On High as needed? The answer of course is no and yes. Sparkle from on High is grace in its many sorted forms.

Medicine Woman – and honoring our process

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Medicine Woman holds tools for healing in her magic basket.

She dances in the moonlight and sings her prayers.

Medicine Woman knows herbs and signs, stars and sums.

She is between maiden and mother, mother and crone.

The Journey

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She wasn’t sure how long it would take
And she didn’t know just where she was going
But she felt she was on the path