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Catching Up

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“We do not become healers.
We came as healers. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not become storytellers.
We came as carriers of the stories
we and our ancestors actually lived. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not become artists. We came as artists. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not become writers.. dancers.. musicians.. helpers.. peacemakers. We came as such. We are.

Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not learn to love in this sense.
We came as Love. We are Love.
Some of us are still catching up to who we truly are.

– A Simple Prayer for Remembering the Motherlode

by Clarissa Pinkola Estes from The Contemplari

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Last Year’s Words

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“For last year’s words

belong to last year’s language

and next year’s words

await another voice.”

-T. S. Elliot

 

Here’s to celebrating and reflecting on all of the words, events, moments, hours, learning, growth and love of 2016,

and

to our deepened, more attuned, and newly aware voice of 2017!

 

 

 

Radiance, Love, Light

and True Being

in 2017 ya’ll!!!!

Sweet Breathing

Sweet Solstice

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Ahhh… Winter.

Now the sweet season of introspection, quiet, peaceful snowscapes, good books, long nights, welcoming fires, warm hearths, cozy afternoons, wanderings, deepening, dreaming, awakening…

We celebrate this longest night with a glad heart, knowing that with each subsequent day, the sun will grace us with ever more moments of light.  Each day more light.

May our lives, our very souls know this too;  each day more light!

O Winter ruler of the inverted year… I crown thee king of intimate delights, fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, and all the comforts that the lowly roof of undisturbed retirement, and the hours of long uninterrupted evening, know.”

-William Cowper

 

“Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.”

– Pietro Aretino

“Winter is not a season, it’s a celebration.”

– Anamika Mishra

 

Sweet Breathing

Your Own Wild Life

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This Thing In You

will not take no for an answer.
This that somehow
shines strong
beneath the heavy hard hurry
of your conveniently
noisy life. This shapeless

something that shows up
everywhere –
even when you forget
to notice.

It does not
understand safe
or sensible, will not let you
get away with half
hearted, lifeless
lies.

It’s that wordless
something
that does not know how
to be quiet. It will continue knocking
until you throw open
the door. Until you become –

Ablaze. Awake. Madly in love.

The dazzling artist
of your own
wild life.

-Julia Fehrenbacher

February 27
Sweet Breathing

It Matters

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Winter Scene, Home, Snow, Sun Through Trees

“it matters what voices you listen to, it matters what books you read, it matters what you buy, what you do with your money if you have it and how you interact with those who don’t have it, it matters who you surround yourself with and why, it matters where you put your life labor, it matters where you put your love labor, it matters where you put your creative labor and what you create and why, it matters what you let into your life and what you are willing to live with, it matters what your relationship to the planet is or isn’t, it matters how you respond to danger at the door…even if it’s at your neighbor’s door.”

~ Lidia Yuknavitch

Raven, Snow, Glacier

 

Sweet Breathing

Unity

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“In union there is strength.”

-Aesop

“Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much.”

-Helen Keller

“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends”

-Martin Luther King Jr.

Love is, as always, prevailing in the ethers that bind us.  Cohesive, firm, immersed in the knowledge that we are all equal. There is no other possible outcome than that of equity for all precious humans and animals on the planet, and for the mother Earth herself.

From sunrise’s sweet pastels over the grandfather mountains to sunset’s golden colors bathing every person, rock, waterway, mountain, winged one, and animal, there is softness, sweetness, and truth.

Love will prevail.  Love is prevailing.

May we all be Love Warriors, vigilant, persistent, focused, and true.

sunset-rondarosa

Sweet Breathing

Remembering How to Be

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“If you ever find yourself empty from something you cannot know or name, find a stretch of ocean, a field, or mountainside, or even clouds or trees. Because there are 1,000 simple ways to fill your tired soul so you can remember how to be, how to see, and most importantly, how to breathe.”

-Victoria Erickson

Sunrise over the Ocean

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