I pray to the Grandmothers, the Mothers
The Sisters and Daughters
I pray to the Changemakers, the Songmakers,
And the Homemakers
I pray to the Winds of Movement
The Rivers of Guardians
The Earth Lovers
And the Fire Warriors
I pray for Change
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Women of Change
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Venus Beauty
I’m calling this Womb Wednesday, for the All as we All connect to the Universal Womb and the Mother’s Womb, whether we refer to the womb as our physical bowl, our emotional chalice, our dark womb, our shadow, the season of the winter womb or the Moon phase of the Dark Moon. This week Venus has been strong in my awareness, I have been gazing up at the night sky looking for this visible Light, the one the physical eye can identify. But the cloud, fog and rain create a veil. As I continued to look longingly, I thought Looking for Venus is an internal venture. So what does this mean? Goddess Venus represents beauty, so looking for Venus in the dark, in the winter is a profound notion. As we look for beauty in all things, in the everyday, within ourselves, what do we find? In winter this looking for beauty within contains stillness, a pause, reflection. Beauty that Venus can bring at this time is the embodiment of Self Love, Appreciation and a deeper connection to celebrating the Glorious You.
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Weekly Writing Challenge: Flash Fiction
Weekly Writing Challenge: Flash Fiction
Path to a Dream
The paths lead to high rockery beds
Under azalea trees of pink pompom headsThe higher the paths the clearer the views
Of rolling mountains and snow tops tooWalk downward through daffodils, snowdrops on display
The lower paths yield to colours that pave the wayIn a carpet of yellow, a half-moon seat
Under trees and patterns a glorious treatThe steps direct to mountains and skylines of blue
The windy path, to a fountain of quiet will doWith a field and a gate that entices the feet
To a hidden tarn in the summer heatWith tall grasses, a stillness, reflections, so calm,
And swans watch as the sun beams down to charmAn abandoned shack once had a boat
That glided the water and slowly did floatWhere you and I could have slept the night
The full moon would have glistened and beamed so bright
Janice Turner Salmon 