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Art by Jennifer Yoswa

Find what heals your soul ❤️

If it’s your soul which is exhausted.

Food won’t satisfy a hunger for acceptance, love or adventure.

An empty void can’t be filled, with material possessions or holidays.

A bountiful bank account won’t buy health or…

"Rabbit Dancing Graces" by Melinda Cooper

Across the Western Hemisphere, May is the month for flora, fauna, and gardeners to revel in the arrival of spring. In Celtic lands, Maia (the Roman goddess of growth and increase for whom the month is named) originally shared the May…

Today I bow to all women

who have endured

oppression, silencing, abuse, rape.



Today I bow to all women

who have made any steps

in their lifetime toward finding their voice, their truth, their heart, their power, in spite of it all.



Today I bow

to the long line of women who were…

Can you let me love you as you are?

All wide-eyed with wonder? Feral with possibility? Hungry with longing? You who are home to what is wild and divine. All the flavors of human. Can you let me love you in the moments of life that are both ordinary and divine? Through the seasons and cycles of the moon, reflected in both of our…

I started calling that girl back. The girl who loved living, the girl who danced instead of walking.

The girl who had sunflowers for eyes and fireworks in her soul.

I started playing music again, hoping she would come out.

I started looking for beautiful moments to experience, so she would feel safe enough to show…

I no longer pray—

now I drink dark chocolate

and let the moon sing to me.

I no longer pray—

I let my ancestors dance

through my hips

at the slightest provocation.

I no longer pray—

I go to the river

and howl my ancient pain

into the current.

I no longer pray—

I ache,…

Remember the earth. Remember your ancestors. Remember your four-legged, winged, crawling relatives.

Remember life. Your life, your way of living, that is the only activism you’ve ever had. Use it. Make your

existence a ritual that honors everything your body and words touch. The times are troubled and you…

Medical science confirms that the body does not seem to distinguish between an imaginal event and a physical event. Imagine yourself racing down a ski slope in a blur of snow, and your body’s electrical and chemical systems will respond as if you are out there on the mountain, as was confirmed long ago when sports psychologists wired up…

I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.

I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.

I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task.

I am no longer waiting for the perfect…

Celebrating Earth Day today and everyday.

One of my favorites.

“The Peace of Wild Things”

by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake…

The Dawning of a Compassionate world:



It's the dawning of a compassionate world.

What looks like tragedy is a great awakening mankind has longed for.

The earth is a living organism.

The mother has been sick for a very long time.

Like any victim of a parasite for generations she is strengthening the immune…

Art by Natalie Novak

A blessed Imbolc to those of you in the Northern Hemisphere. In the Old Irish, the word Imbolg means "in the belly," which refers to the pregnancy of ewes at this time of year.

This in-the-belly time, when a new life is stirring within, but before…

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Why walking is underrated as a creative exercise, and how it cures anxiety

I am…

Art by Nicoletta Tomas Caravia

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Midlife

I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.

I…

Poem for Lupe Lin Marie deVincent December 12, 2011

Madre de las estrellas

it was you, only you, solo tu

on the mountaintop

your cloak of stars enfolding the earth

diamond starlight cascading softly

como las lagrimas slipping to the ground

until roses sprang up and bloomed

ayer, hoy, esta…

We are heading into the descent of winter.

Life is being drawn into the earth, painlessly descending down into the very heart of herself. And we as natural human animals are being called to do the same, the pull to descend into our bodies, into sleep,…

PICTURE PEACE

And then all that has divided us will merge

And then compassion will be wedded to power

And then softness will come to a world that is harsh and unkind

And then both men and women will be gentle

And then both women and men will be…

The community of nature.



Columbanus wrote, If you wish to understand the Creator, then first understand his creation'

In other words, the way to understand the mind of an artist is through his picture, a potter through her pottery, an author through her writing, and so on. The Celtic missionaries saw God as the master…

Silver ~

"How many years of beauty do I have left?

she asks me.

How many more do you want?

Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.

When you are 80 years old

and your beauty rises in ways

your cells cannot even imagine now

and your wild bones grow…

"Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening…