Everyday is a pilgrimage
Every moment is a different space of Belonging
Standing in your world is changing
Over time Love is felt and Love is missing
Within the Heart it remains
To be Held
Beyond this lifetime it is a knowing, a beholding
Pull your feet into the space
Of where you are Now
She speaks Channeled by Janice Turner Salmon
Don’t be fooled, women have carved paths around the earth
Women’s feet have paved many torrents upon the ground
And many women have lost their lives in sacred pilgrimage
Of blessing the Isle and the Mountain top
In the name of the woman
The nature of the septum and the womb
Ancient women have placed their feet upon your paths
And by their unsung names
I remember them
For, wherever they have gone
I go
My feet are not the first to walk these paths
And they won’t be
The Last
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