Diwali – lighting the beacon
The lights guide Rama and Sita home
Category: Divine feminine
Autumn breakfast
Blue Iris Poems and Essays By Mary OliverA celebration of the bounties and blessings of nature. A Book Excerpt on Wonder How Would You Live Then? What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaksflew in circles around your head? What ifthe mockingbird came into the house with you andbecame your advisor? What ifthe bees filled your walls with honey and Read more about Autumn breakfast[…]
The Song
I wish I knew howIt would feel to be freeI wish I could breakAll the chains holdin’ meI wish I could sayAll the things that I should saySay ’em loud, say ’em clearFor the whole round world to hearI wish I could shareAll the love that’s in my heartRemove all the barsThat keep us apartI Read more about The Song[…]
Lunar New Year
https://www.treesisters-nest.org/posts/10647985 The naked new In the birth canalPoised to becomeHeld in a prism of potentialUnknown to selfUnknown to the worldBut intact, Armed with love,Ready. ‘What am I?’ said the Self..Honeysuckle laced with dew,Candle wax and frogspawn,Rainbows and lily pads,Piano keys and the wet mudof the potters wheel.You are it all,You are life. ‘But what comes next?’ Read more about Lunar New Year[…]
Om Anandamayi
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/A9ZBA2nQZmwmqB917 All Nature dumbly calls to her alone To heal with her feet the aching throb of life And break the seals on the dim soul of man And kindle her fire in the closed heart of things. ||81.24|| Om, She full of Bliss, She full of Consciousness, She full of Truth, She who is Read more about Om Anandamayi[…]
Imbolc – In the belly & St Brigid’s day
Spring stirs St Brigid and her magic cloak St Brigid of Kildare or Brigid of Ireland (c. 451-525) is one of Ireland’s patron saints along with Saints Patrick and Colm Cille. Her feast day is 1 February or Imbolc, the traditional first day of spring in Ireland. She is believed to have been an Irish Read more about Imbolc – In the belly & St Brigid’s day[…]
Dydd Santes Dwynwyn
The time of love begins
Light
The hill we climb – Amanda Gorman When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade We’ve braved the belly of the beast We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace And the norms and notions of what just is Isn’t Read more about Light[…]