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 Collage Edited by: Kalista Saraphina Skydancer

Collage Edited by: Kalista Saraphina Skydancer

"I am the first and the last
I am she who is honored and she who is mocked
I am the whore and the holy woman
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am the limbs of my mother...
I am humiliation and pride
I am without shame
I am ashamed...
I am being
I am she who is nothing...
Hear me, audience, and learn from my words, you who know me
I am what everyone can hear and no one can say
I am the name of the sound and the sound of the name...
Uncontrollable and condemning passions
And passing pleasures that people have
Until they become sober and go up to their resting place,
And they will find me in that place
They will live and they will not die again"

- Passage from "The Thunder, Perfect Mind." Translated by: Hal Taussig, Jared Calaway, Maia Kotrosits, Celene Lillie, and Justin Lasser.

 
 Photo by: Teddy Anderson

Photo by: Teddy Anderson

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The Earth is my lover

I keep returning to Gaia, the Earth Mother, like a deeply seduced lover.
She feels my heart with an innocence that has no equal.
She calms my mind like a mother softly soothing her child.
The caress of the sun, stroking her with desire, a blessing when in balance, a curse when mingled with, warms my face with a smile
For a moment I remember our ancestral bond, and I sigh between trust and surrender, and devotion to right action ... Where do you go, sister, to be renewed and inspired?

— Yemaya Renuka for She is Love
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She is so bright and glorious that you cannot look at her face or her garments for the splendor with which she shines. For she is terrible with the terror of the avenging lightning, and gentle with the goodness of the bright sun; and both her terror and her gentleness are incomprehensible to humans.... But she is with everyone and in everyone, and so beautiful is her secret that no person can know the sweetness with which she sustains people, and spares them in inscrutable mercy.
— Hildegard of Bingen
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"The Cosmic Mother" SHE, WE are the cosmic mother birthing a new world. WE are love, not only through our nurturing and compassion, but also through our noble fierceness to protect what is true and good in this world. We are love thorugh our authentic expression and the radiance of our true nature. SHE, WE are sacred. WE arise as the dance of the entire cosmos here on Gaia. In celebration and unity we shine our infinite expression of beauty, creativity, wisdom, passion, and power. Video edited by: Kalista Saraphina “Skydancer”

 
imagine the desert
mothers, with hair tangled
tighter than their theology
and breasts that flowed milk
and mystic wisdom. they
knew how to draw the singing
sigils in the sand, how to dig
rough and bitten fingers
into desiccated dirt for water
to wet the lips of their young.

women of hips and heft, who
learned how to burn
beneath the wild and searing
sun, who made loud love
against the star-flecked threat
of night, who knew that strength
is not always a matter of muscle.

imagine your ancestresses,
the prophetesses of the arid
lands, before these starched
traditions and pews too hard
to pray from, who bled true
ritual and birthed their own fierce
souls at creation’s crowning —
— Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
 Artwork: Sheba Maya

Artwork: Sheba Maya

 
Who is She? She is your power, your Feminine source. Big Mama. The Goddess. The Great Mystery. The web-weaver. The life force. The first time, the twentieth time you may not recognize her. Or pretend not to hear. As she fills your body with ripples of terror and delight.

But when she calls you will know you’ve been called. Then it is up to you to decide if you will answer.
— Lucy H. Pearce, Burning Woman
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Be wild; that is how to clear the river. The river does not flow in polluted, we manage that. The river does not dry up, we block it. If we want to allow it its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. That is creative life. It is made up of divine paradox. To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth. Then the river will flow, then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
 
 
Feminine spirituality is much more about the emanation of love in this moment, feeling into this moment, feeling the texture of this moment through the skin, through the body, and then letting your life become an emanation of love.
— Arjuna Ardagh
 
 
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i found god in myself

& i loved her / i loved her fiercely

-Ntozake Shange

my
mother
was
my first country.
the first place i ever lived.
— lands