#wise woman

[chiekodivine]

girlhood never stops we just evolve…

[s00mia]

Do you know what happens when you decide to stop worrying about what other people might think of you? You get to dance. You get to sing. You get to laugh loudly, paint, write, and create. You get to be yourself. And you know what? Some people won't like you, but it just won't bother you all that much.

[blabbershere]

[lisbeth-kk]

Thanks for the tag @notjustamumj

May 8 prompt: always

Old wisdom

Sherlock loved visiting his grandmother in Sussex. Her garden was a paradise full of flowers and insects. She kept bees, and Sherlock was entranced by them from an early age.

When his cousins or classmates called him weird and freakish, he tried to remember his grandmother’s words when he’d confided in her.

«Bee, you are unique, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Your ability to focus and concentrate on topics you’re fascinated by, is a treasured gift. The way you care for all living things in the garden, the neighbour’s dog, your brother and me, tells a tale of a big heart. You care a lot, perhaps too much at times, but that’s the essence of who you are. Never change that because others can’t stand it or are offended by it. Be your true self. Always.»

It wasn’t easy to live by those words, and he failed many times. Especially after his grandmother’s death and Mycroft leaving home for boarding school. For numerous years he lived by other words.

«Sentiment is never an advantage, brother mine,» Mycroft had told him when Sherlock was devastated by the bullying or the beforementioned dog’s death.

Those words made him strong but also reckless. The drugs were a relief when he was too overwhelmed, and he could always count on Mycroft to pick up the pieces.

He got himself clean after the surprising meeting with a certain police officer, who promised him to call when a case was unsolvable for the Yard’s finest. To Sherlock’s surprise, Greg Lestrade was a man of his words, and finally Sherlock’s life had purpose again.

When John Watson limped into his life, Sherlock felt relief. Before giving John his adress, Sherlock remembered his grandmother’s wise words, and told John the worst about himself. John didn’t even rise an eyebrow, and Sherlock instantly knew that this remarkable man would be his rescuer in so many ways.

Sherlock’s instincts didn’t fail him. On their wedding day, Sherlock’s vows to John were five words.

«I will love you. Always.»

@totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @meetinginsamarra @raina-at @topsyturvy-turtely

[crazycatsiren]

"Medium? Like, you talk to the dead?"

Yeah because talking to the living is way too much work and just too exhausting.

[natureselements]

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[sombrasblancas]

🇬🇧 Lolly and Vinegar enjoying the morning sun at their doorstep with a large cup of tea and a good book ✨

Should this illustration become a postcard? I think it might 💌

🇪🇦 Lolly y Vinagre disfrutando del sol mañanero en la puerta de su casa con una taza grande de té y un buen libro ✨

¿Debería hacer postales de esta ilustración? Creo que igual sí 💌

[ancestorsalive]

[bebemoon]

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ann demeulemeester crow claw clasp silver collier necklace

[venuskind]

☆ Becoming a Crone ☆

Much of what has been written on middle age and becoming a crone only partially resonates with me, if it does at all. I feel the relative truth of what I hear and read, my truth though related is different. From my vantage point my experience and truth feels more expansive, as it does not limit me to a form, gender narratives, nor ancestral myths. 

The states I am being initiated into are not as earthbound, or linked to ancestral traditions still known to us. They are ancient in that they have been present on this planet in times before - before the forgetting and atrocities of separation consciousness. The states I am being led to carry in them the frequencies of earth, our galactic origins, as well as the dark formless that preceded all form.

The much glorified and centered rewilding has been a part of my journey, a part that was given to my thirties and which played a part in my liberation. Looking from where I am now it becomes obvious that it was but a preparatory stage, not an end or climax of this path. My Soul calling me to walk further, to remember ancient knowing of *all* my lineages planetary, non-planetary, and all the way back to the source of all form - the numinosity of the void.

One piece of this becoming is the lesson of stripping off all human identities, identifications with personality, body, and mind, to immerse into and know the formless essence of being. In stripping off the aforementioned I find myself no longer beholden to them, seeing them as mere constructs, artificial to the boundless nature of being. Realizing how being human has been limited to repeating patterns and limited possibilities of expressing and being due to the great forgetting and the rule of stark unconsciousness. Our being knows that there is another way of being human and exploring this dimension, and this knowing is calling ever so loudly for embodiment. To do so we have to take off the heaviness of unconscious patterning, and distorted perceptions, only then will we be truly receptive to and have enough spaciousness to call in expanded possibilities to flow through our being and rework our collective field.

Another aspect of this becoming is to wholly embrace oneness. It sounds simple but experience shows how much our mind body system resists it. It will accept it here and there but in the next moment it will hold on to separation consciousness in order to differentiate itself from 'others', which it holds in some form of judgement or dislike. So deeply ingrained are these conditioned distortions that we find ourselves once again split within, some part vibrating with the frequency of oneness and others clinging to separation consciousness. 

And I am learning that a nervous system which has been dysregulated by complex trauma is slow in releasing the fears and automated responses it has created for survival and open to the deeper meanings and ramifications of oneness. This is where deep compassion and skillfulness are needed to help integrate and heal with the guidance and grace of Self energy. It is a very slow process and yet it is a crucial part of this journey, it is the most important key to unlocking our full potential, expanded knowing, and full alignment with consciousness/life.

While working on the previous a third aspect is being learned and gently entrained in our body: 

To drink of the poison cup without sickening or dying. 

What I mean by it is the capacity to be present with the most harrowing aspects of human doing, with the oppressions, injustices, and violence our plant, animal, and human kin are suffering without resorting to denial, repression, numbing, or acting out. To be a vessel large enough to feel and hold it with compassion and perceive with eyes of consciousness, witnessing it fully and honoring the experiences observed, and act where it is in our power with love and care to alleviate and balance what we can. To feel and know the suffering of all - victim, perpetrator, bystanders, and saviors alike - knowing the underlying distortions and conditioning that keep recreating these experiences across millennia. 

Being, seeing, feeling, reflecting at the same time, side-stepping explanations and resolutions of the conditioned mind, and  opening to the mystery while leaning into not-knowing with trust. Letting the love at the core of our being call to the mystery to reveal knowing, a path to change or healing, and support us in holding it in a way that doesn't poison us to be a(n unwitting) part of it. 

This is what embodying a different frequency and holding it in a dissonant field is to me. 

... continued on the blog.

Art: 'ATMA - The Guide of Souls' by Autumn Skye

Source: https://venuskind.de/2023/11/crone/

[innervoiceartblog]

She is ideas, feelings,

urges, and memory.

She has been lost

and half forgotten

for a long, long time.

She is the source, the light,

the night, the dark, and daybreak.

She is the smell of good mud

and the back leg of the fox.

The birds which tell us secrets

belong to her.

She is the voice that says,

“This way, this way”.

~ Clarissa Pinkola Estés

[music-moon]

Words of wisdom for the young girls. Listen to this when you feel like having a big sister in your corner.

[s00mia]

Especially for those who struggle with indecisiveness. 💚

[mind0zone]

It's a silly mood

I want people to underestimate my abilities as a woman, only for them to be obliterated by my ways of education.

[earthjournalbyawildrose]

New Moon in Virgo .::. The River - Movement of the River | Third Eye Activation

Be guided by the flow of the River. Of water. It is the giver of all life.

Now we enter a shift in consciousness with the tides of the moon and in your actions notice your bravery.

Now is the time to be transparent like the light of the moon, allowing her light to pass through your waters, to the depths of your core

Each day, you flow closer to vour purpose. Hold onto this.

You are the water. Your best guide. You reflect the self in your own waters. Your inner utopia projects from you. You create your own cycles in line with the rhythms of the moon.

Remember water always find its way back to the self. To the sea, to the ocean, to the sky. To its own return. To the way.

Surrender to the flow. Keep returning to yourself. Trust the path and continue your journey. You will return to the way.

.:. Wild Rose .:

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[crazycatsiren]

Maybe it's because I've been learning all kinds of weird things from my grandmother since I could remember, but magic, witchcraft, have always simply been things that I just, do.

Nothing ceremonial, or pomp and circumstance about it.

I'll walk into the kitchen, cast a spell, then make myself a cup of coffee.

It's as much a part of my everyday life, my existence, as brushing my teeth, or ordering takeout for lunch.