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Bottomland Hardwoods

Bottomland Hardwoods the leaves crunched beneath our feet as we kept pace with the afternoon sun. a sharp call, like a tropical bird, echoed across the forest. we froze for reasons we didn’t know. “pileated woodpecker,” i said. and then, we continued on… small things caught my eye like the glossy red dogwood berries glimmering … Continue reading →

Transformation: The Primordial Feminine Speaks

“When you consider something like death, after which (there being no news flash to the contrary) we may well go out like a candle flame, then it probably doesn’t matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, enjoy … Continue reading →

Rebirth

“When women reassert their relationship with the wildish nature, they are gifted with a permanent and internal watcher, a knower, a visionary, an oracle, an inspiratrice, an intuitive, a maker, a creator, an inventor, and a listener who guide, suggest, and urge vibrant life in the inner and outer world…” ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes REBIRTH … Continue reading →

Mississippi Clear-cut, Take 1

Clear-cut in Mississippi, Take 1 It still happens. If I leave home and go anywhere, I see this. And, they say it’s gotten worse. These clear-cuts, if they could talk, would shape slack-jawed syllables…and circle like vultures over our heads. And who is HE that takes so much and leaves so little behind? I want … Continue reading →

Winter Womb and the Dark

Winter words I’d like to share… Remember that fear loves Winter…loves dark…loves stillness… I have to remind myself to meet it as it is…as a long, lost friend coming to teach me something new about my mind. See it. Name it. Let it be on its way. What is on the other side of fear, … Continue reading →

Sisterhood

Sisterhood By Lindsay Wilson Thank you to all the women who told me I was hot: To all the women who said, “Don’t hold yourself back, Is THAT all you’ve got?” Thank you for taking me to the edge And then asking me to fly, Knowing full well, that I’d much rather die Than … Continue reading →

Timeless

Timeless We still look into the night sky and wonder, We still look out across the ocean and wait… …don’t we… The ocean knows, the river never had to ask permission to flow, The river knows, the land never asked to create… And, the spark that lit up my eyes Never asked to be… And … Continue reading →

the Creative: language lost?

the Creative: language lost? by Lindsay Kolasa a dream inside the womb. a seed, a spark. a coil deep inside the shell. yesterday’s breaths echo in chambers as the tail of an exhale slips into deep quietude reappearing in the swell of the inhale, sending out filaments of fairy tales from my gently parted lips. … Continue reading →

Celtic Poet-seers

Along with the Druids, the island and continental Celts also had a class of people called Poet-seers. These poet-seers had similar training as the Druids but more focused on reciting oral histories and shape-shifting poems. Their role was important in sculpting and preserving the Celtic cosmology. Much of their poetic language was deeply embedded in … Continue reading →