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“You are powerful. You are loved. You are surrounded by miracles.”
― You Are a Badass®: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life
― You Are a Badass®: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life
“If you’re serious about changing your life, you’ll find a way. If you’re not, you’ll find an excuse.”
― You Are a Badass®: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life
― You Are a Badass®: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life
“YOUR BRAIN IS YOUR BITCH”
― You Are a Badass®: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life
― You Are a Badass®: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life
“I stand in my own power now, the questions of permission that I used to choke on for my every meal now dead in a fallen heap, and when they tell me that I will fall, I nod. I will fall, I reply, and
my words are a whisper
my words are a howl
I will fall , I say, and the tumbling will be all my own. The skinned palms and oozing knees are holy wounds, stigmata of my She.
I will catch my own spilled blood, and not a drop will be wasted.”
― Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
my words are a whisper
my words are a howl
I will fall , I say, and the tumbling will be all my own. The skinned palms and oozing knees are holy wounds, stigmata of my She.
I will catch my own spilled blood, and not a drop will be wasted.”
― Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
“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 --”
― Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
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 --”
― Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
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