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Art, by Lorraine This dear woman has often inspired me with her kindness, her writing and her art. She always goes out of her way to find beauty and positivity! I admire this beautiful lady greatly. She and I have been "friends" on social media for a few years now. Lorraine is one of the reasons I still check in daily on social media. She is from British Colombia. I seek out her posts because they always make me smile, or think, or both! She is truly a dear heart and with her permission I am sharing something she has written during this time of retreat. Please enjoy the writing of Lorraine Robinson! Show up show up, that is all that matters. be there. each day is a new beginning h

Image by Bansky These are strange and challenging times. Most of us have not lived through times like this before. They are times of great sadness, grief and confusion - sometime fear and anxiety. I have noticed that in my forty days of retreat from the world, on most days I have found more peace. I have savored the solitude but not the cause. My senses seem heightened. I notice things that I probably didn't notice before in my hectic life. I feel more deeply, see more color, hear more birdsong, enjoy the wind as it plays with me! I cry more often both tears of grief, sadness and joy. I have noticed that many sisters have shared similar feelings. They have written, composed, and shared mor

As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is Authenticity. As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call this Respect. As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life, and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow. Today I call this Maturity. As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance, I am in the right p

Artist~Unknown "We are calling the Grandmothers, Mothers, Sisters, Aunts, Daughters The wild women The crones The seers and midwives The mountain and desert women The soul summoners The water carriers The tenders and feelers of Earth The ocean women who are rising the tide The fire women who are ready to roar The girls who already breathe consciously with the trees and the Elders who choose to sing the song that ends the desecration of our world. We are calling you to to rise together now. You are invited, to unite and awaken to who and what you really are, on behalf of the forests, on behalf of the trees, on behalf of Life." ~ Clare Dubois🌀Nicole Sacred Wild Woman Medicin

Photo by Rich Mello Marjorie Eliot learned piano as a child; now she performs for jazz lovers every Sunday in her Harlem apartment. By Sally Wendkos Olds, N.Y. City Woman The stately Beaux Arts building at 555 Edgecombe Avenue, known officially as the Paul Robeson residence, sits at the northern edge of Harlem’s Sugar Hill, overlooking the Harlem River. Also known as “Triple Nickel”, it was built a century ago and, by 1993, it had achieved both city and federal landmark status. Once home to the legendary singer and civil rights activist Paul Robeson, it was also home to musician Count Basie, civil rights activist Canada Lee, psychologist Kenneth Clark, boxer Joe Louis, and other notables. I

by Elizabeth Childs Kelly The Goddess Ishtar (image is also sometimes referred to as the Goddess Inanna). Photo by awsloley on Pixabay There’s an old, old story from ancient Rome — perhaps it sounds familiar to you. In it, a prominent young man, whom some call a God, tragically dies in the spring. His mother mourns him bitterly, as do his followers. Yet miraculously, three days later, he rises from the dead, much to his worshippers’ delight, and feasting and great joy follow among all the people. If you have even a passing knowledge of Christianity, the protagonist of this story might seem obvious to you. It’s about Jesus, right? Well, no. It’s actually a story about a young shepherd named A

From Outside Magazine by Kate Siber She spent thirteen years traveling from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego, often shocking those she met because she was traveling solo, riding horseback with nickers, and preferring to sleep outside even when a bed was available. In the mid-1930s, Ynes Mexia, a renowned American botanical collector, set off from her base in Quito, Ecuador, on a mission. She hoped to reach Chiles, a remote volcano on the Colombian border, where it was rumored the huge, elusive wax palm grew. Mexia knew what the tree looked like from the descriptions of early travelers: slender, elegant, tall, sometimes towering as high as 200 feet. American botanists had a keen interest in the pal

I hope you are all staying safe and healthy during these challenging times. My wish is that this brings you a little cheer on this beautiful morning.

April is National Poetry month. Sharing a poem from one of my favorite poets, Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg. I encourage you to visit her website for more wonderful poems. I Hold I hold a flower called time petals fall to earth blending with soil dissolving I hold the sky with silence I slip into grace wind exhales her breath freely I hold water like soft tears falling from white clouds night freeing them like bright stars I hold melancholy close my heart aches boldly brave comes for me when I fall I hold tomorrow with choice colors catching me prisms crack the window sky Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg © Artist Christian Schloe Heart's Calling