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Photo by Chris Pinkham Oppression is systemic. Injustice is systemic. It pervades the whole – it seeps into everyday actions and becomes habits and patterns that function as default. As a result, the actions that fall within these patterns hardly need justifying. If anything, the questioning of them…
Author: miresistencia
A Love Letter from Your Shadow.
This is such a great meditation for the wholeness of Lunar Lammas, or First Harvest Moon. Full moon reflects the animus or logos light of the sun on the anima or receptive darkness of the soul. We come face to face with our Sacred Within, but often in mask or persona form. Use this light…
Lunar Lammas. First Harvest Moon.
This weekend’s full moon peaks around 11 tomorrow morning. This is the First Harvest, or Lunar Lammas. Soul wisdom arises from within: your bounty is in front of you, your own fruit is what is alive within your own two hands, in your one precious life! Surrender to the life in front of you, give…
Lunar Lammas moon tide prayer, oh Goddesses of bikini poem burrito.
At the peak of the summer it makes sense, I have no underwear and haven’t since I got back from school. Meaning I haven’t gotten to the Laundromat. I give thanks to the goddess of bikinis who oversees summer’s peak. I have so many, the tops and bottoms never match, yesterday at Sleepy’s I scrounged…
Lammas tide in Huntington Beach
When I sleep on the couch at Derynne’s my body refills itself the same way that happens when I am in the back room at Grandma’s. I don’t know how it happens or why it does this. The couch is sort of lumpy and often the cats scrounge around on my chest and make the…
A Namaste from Seattle Street Artist Kristina Cyr: What’s My Healing?
Visit Kristina, and her Iconic Women Portraiture Series, here. Thanks Kristina for the guest-post! Iconic Voices: What’s my healing? Wow, this is such a great question and comes at perfect timing when I am pregnant for the very first time! I am in need of healing. Before I was pregnant, I already arrived at the…
Waking UP: Women’s Cycles & Earth Cycles as One.
And it is here: heart of summer, hearth of soul. I am ovulating, or pre-ovulation, which as a woman I know means I am at the height of my vitality. I am sparkling, vivacious, full of energy and ideas and intuitive, big-eyed ideas that seem to naturally connect like a live line of fire sizzling…
Thank you for this, Nina Bargiel
…and HobbyLobby, for ensuring the Dems in 2016… Follow Ask #DrHobbyLobby on twitter. WEARE in far greater numbers than you currently understand.
Oh Hobbit House.
Oh blessings on this gift, which is my hand-made life, woven together of benediction and surrender, embracement and loss…Oh I look around this morning and give such thanks.
New Moon: She takes up pen, again.
It’s been a million days of this I think, and as I write such words I see the gray slant of my ceiling in the morning, the days leading up to, but especially following, Aunt Mary’s death. Grief, which sits like a bone in the air. Its smooth, cold, calcium-yearning. Always there, blocking the place…