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Cultural Fray

    Cultural Fray Part 1: Hold Us Together I’m sitting on top of my bed which is covered by my great grandma’s yellow, wool blanket. She was a seamstress. Measuring tape… Pins to mark… And then, time… Every piece of clothing hugged your shape like a second skin. And then there was WWI. And … Continue reading

Finding our way home

“I have no right to call myself one who knows.  I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me.  My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; … Continue reading

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 I can’t help but be reminded that it still happens. If I leave home and go anywhere, I see this. And, they say it’s worse than ever now. These clearcuts if they could talk, would shape slack-jawed syllables…and circle like vultures over our heads. And who is HE that takes … Continue reading

More than ever…

More than ever… More than ever we need art. More than ever we need imagination. Not fantasy. No, not that. We need IMAGINATION. We need to take real pain, real suffering, and real injustice and transform it (with art)…into something meaningful and empowering. More than ever… We must call on our gifts… to dream, envision, … 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