Last night I put out the embers of my fire and crawled into my sleeping bag under the Milky Way smeared across a moonless sky.
I woke up this morning warm and happy in the back of my little red wilderwagon with the Abajo mountains (or the Blues, a little handful of the Rockies) in view to the north and the canyonlands to the south.
I made coffee in the peach honey desert sunrise and tried not to get blown over by the wind coming up the cliffs.
I drove west singing at the top of my lungs with a mischievous and grateful smile past mesas punching up through red dust and scrub brush.
Rock reefs groaned skyward and I'm pretty sure if titans ever walked this earth, this is where they lived.
Red clay faded to gray and the stone climbed higher still, threaded with bloodstains over yellow-leaved trees lining muddy riverbanks.
Petroglyphs telling wordless stories reminded me of the way we try to leave our mark through silver screens.
This land is a playground - grand and shifting under the great blue sky.
Staring at the rust red faces of yet another national park, I got curious about my convictions that I am as much a part of the Earth as She is a part of me, and the implications of that as my Truth.
I still feel the fear of falling tight-fingered hooked behind my solar plexus but I don't care - I was born to roam the Wild West.
I'm dusty and tired and nervous-excited and sure beyond shadow of a doubt that this is only the beginning.
La Que Sabe, La Loba, ella me lo dijo.
#inktober11 : run/ Mulher Selvagem
A Mulher Selvagem é um arquétipo feminino descrito por Clarissa Pinkola Estés em "Mulheres que correm com os lobos". Ela representa o sagrado feminino, que é oprimido e que nós deixamos de acessar, mas que felizmente nunca perdemos. Ela é a loba cujos ossos enterramos, mas que nunca morre. Ela é o arrepio quando o trovão passa, o sol na pele ao entardecer, o orvalho que deixa o cabelo arrepiado, o vento que acaricia a gente. A vontade de correr (ou dançar ou pintar ou escrever ou gritar...) é um sinal de que a Mulher Selvagem está acordada e escondida em algum lugar. Cadê a sua?
"In a single human being there are many other beings
all with their own values,
Some psychological technologies suggest we arrest these beings,
force them into harness
till they shuffle like vanquished slaves.
But to do this
would halt the dance of wildish lights in a woman's eyes;
it would halt her heat lightning
and arrest all throwing of sparks.
Rather then corrupt her natural beauty,
our work is to build
for all of these beings
a wildish country side
wherein the artists among them can make,
the lovers love,
the healers heal."
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Women's Self Care Sessions take place monthly at @livingroomplace #streatham
Come along to rest, recouperate and be in a comfy anything goes space.
These are some snaos from today- most of was spent laying on the floor wrapped up in blankets!
We heard stories of a magical maiden with no hands and a loving king who was tricked by the devil.
Our art work shows our trains of thought after the story. We had a great chat exploring the themes.
We did some belly massage and wrapped ourselves with rebozo.
It was such a wonderful session.
Bir arkadaşım mesaj atmış, ilgini çekebilir okumaya başladım diye. Ben de fotoğrafını paylaştım “12. basım” 📖♥️ Kitabı tekrar elime aldığımda arasından Fethiye Mercan Restaurant’ın kartı çıktı, bir tekne gezisinden kalan güzel anılardan⛵️Okuduğum müthiş kitaplardan birisi ve içinde sakladıklarıyla bir kitaptan daha da öte. Sonra açılan sayfada gözüm bir kaç satıra ilişti. Ve yine yeniden zamanda öyle bir yolculuk ettim. Ettim de döndüm mü bilinmez🌀 …. “Ama yüzyıllar boyunca kanıtlanmıştır ki, farklı olmak toplumun kıyısında durmak demektir özgün bir katkı, kültürüne yararlı ve şaşırtıcı bir katkı yapmayı neredeyse garantilemek demektir.
Eğer size bir ara meydan okuyan, adam olmaz, şımarık, kurnaz, asi, itaatsiz, isyankar denmişse, doğru yoldasınız. Vahşi Kadın, yakınlardadır.
Eğer, size hiç böyle şeyler söylenmemişse, henüz vakit vardır. Vahşi Kadın'ınızı alıştırmalar yaparak güçlendirin. Ve sil baştan!” #kurtlarlakoşankadınlar#ClarissaPinkolaEstes#womenwhorunwiththewolves#kitaplar#books#okumak#okumakhayattır#okumakaşkır#reading#readingislife#readingislove#andiamo#vesilbaştan
being a woman is not all flowers and sunshine. there is also a great depth... a dark knowing and simultaneous mystery within each of us.
when @blackshamrocks told me she wanted her first pregnancy images to represent female strength and fierceness, i was absolutely intrigued. we met on location and my camera loved her! what an honor to capture and create with such a stunning, captivating woman. 🌙✨
"Avant de tendre l'autre joue, autrement dit de ne pas réagir à l'injustice ou aux mauvais traitements, il faut soigneusement peser le pour et le contre. Une chose est d'utiliser la résistance passive dans un but politique, comme le préconisait Gandhi, mais le problème est différent lorsque les femmes sont encouragées à rester silencieuses, ou forcées de l'être, pour subsister dans une situation impossible de corruption ou d'abus de pouvoir au sein de leur famille, de leur communauté ou dans le monde. Elles se retrouvent par là même amputées de leur nature sauvage et leur silence n'est qu'une façon d'éviter qu'on leur fasse du mal.(...)
Il y a des moments, même s'ils ne sont pas fréquents, où il est impératif de libérer une fureur à faire trembler les murs, de donner toute sa puissance de feu.(...)
La colère est pour elle une façon innée de tenter de faire naître et de conserver l'équilibre auquel elle tient. C'est son droit et, dans certaines circonstances, c'est un devoir moral."
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, femmes qui courent avec les loups.
From the book women who run with the wolves where the author explain the difference between the use of a non violent attitude, fine in politics, and the absolute necessity of breaking the silence about situations where women are threatened and don't say a word because they fear for their lives. She speaks about the anger and how it's important to let it out when the situation isn't right, when it comes like a strength that helps to recover the balance...
Anger in such situations is a right and sometimes a moral duty!
Practice listening to your intuition, your inner voice; ask questions; be curious; see what you see; hear what you hear; and then act upon what you know to be true. These intuitive powers were given to your soul at birth.
By Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves
Met @eerinalisee at the @bwgallerynashville pop up and absolutely love her work! Her art is so beautiful and empowering and she has the cutest buttons. Just look how cute they are on our cinch pack! Thanks for sharing Erin! ・・・
Repost @eerinalisee: I’m finally doing another sale!!! I have lots of new stuff (prints, button packs, cards, etc!) on my shop and you can get 25% off your order with the code FALLFEST from now until Halloween 🍂🎃 my knitting pins + prints hanging out in this pic with my new favorite thing ever, my knitting bag by @novelcreature. 🙏🏼 Another awesome lady-owned small biz to support this autumn!
We often feel missplaced, left out, lonely...
What if I told you: "Baby, you are not an ugly duckling, you are a swan swimming on a ducks pond".
(& nope, swans aint better than ducks, they're just different)
Does a wolf know how majestic it looks when jumping? Does a cat know how beautiful are the curves they form when they lay down?
No. The dont. They cant see themselves in those moments. And so cant you.
---Incompatibility amongst others aint no ones fault.---
Embrace yourself, your uniqueness. ✨
No matter how often I preach self love, there are still days when I throw all my worth on the table for every random stranger to dictate, trying to find someone else to convince me that I'm allowed love. Feeding defensiveness, bitterness, and comparison. When we let those thoughts from old ways of being out to drive the car, they run over every flower we meticulously planted in love. I used to get so frustrated for days after a rough moment, feeding those thoughts further by beating myself up for not being resilient enough. But, today I wake up and choose love. Seeing everything that isn't love as a call for love. Knowing as John of the Cross said, where there is not love, put love and there will be love. So I put love on the places I still find hard to gaze at. I put love over the words I wish I hadn't said. I pour love into the darkest crevices of my heart. I paint my bullshit with love, because I don't have the answers, but I know what's next always. Just one step, and a deep breath. Then, one more step, and another deep breath. With that first step, my shoulders drop. With the second, the area around my heart turns to honey. A few steps later, I start running, my heart beating loudly in relief because it knows I am awake and, once again, I am finding my way back home.
I've been thinking about this weekend since Monday morning. Is that normal? I'm heading out on a moms-only camping trip! The guilt is finally being snuffed out by excitement... What nature connections are you making this weekend? Big or small, near or far, they all count. Nature heals 😊
Tucked away in Sri Lanka...what a voyage it has been...reading two books at a time, waking up before sunrise, running into the ocean first thing in the morning, sunset dips in warm waters, the jungle at my window. Dancing, watching the tropical world pass by at 6am and 7pm from a rooftop, stretching, talking to strangers; a slow remembrance of what it is to live life vibrantly. Feeling right at home @ceylonsliders, love all that this people have created so far and to watch them grow ♥️
Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity, and change. - @brenebrown // The desire deep inside my heart finally has a voice. I can’t stop now. I’m really looking forward to sharing this journey with you all.
Awaken your body and mind and set your intention for the day with this week’s upload.
This sequence is designed to be practiced in the early morning catering to the tightness that is developed over night.
Click the link in my profile bio and find 20 minutes to fit this into your morning routine! 💛
Holding space for myself to heal to love to grow ... so I can hold space for others to heal and love and grow ... feeling strong and wild in my decisions ... even without them totally making sense ... I feel refreshed and decisive and free ...