So beautiful, dear Schuyler. Such a bountiful flow of authentic reveal, insight and wisdom! Thank you. 🙏 Sections of this could be stand alone aphorisms. I was drawn to more fully masticate, pause and digest.
"This is the true meaning of Virgin:
Nothing has been taken from me
that I haven’t given willingly.
This is the true meaning of Mother:
As I feed my children, I am fed
with the rapture Creation.
This is the true meaning of Crone:
I hold the whole world in my heart
without any weight at all."
Oh to live in the awareness of and as the sacred, where we are at once, at any age, (in "their truest meanings"), virgin, mother and crone, and touch with the light, compassion and what has always been of that awareness, that which does not yet experience it.
Living this innately heartened, boundless reciprocity in the wake of a world that can feel dishonoring, that can take what is not "willingly given", where the bottom of our well feels dried up, can be a sadhana; an aspiration from and to the heart of the sacred; from a map drawn in eternity calling us to the exiles crying to be heard, and the mystery through which new creations can be born. ❤️🙏
Wow, I really loved this one 💓
So beautiful, dear Schuyler. Such a bountiful flow of authentic reveal, insight and wisdom! Thank you. 🙏 Sections of this could be stand alone aphorisms. I was drawn to more fully masticate, pause and digest.
"This is the true meaning of Virgin:
Nothing has been taken from me
that I haven’t given willingly.
This is the true meaning of Mother:
As I feed my children, I am fed
with the rapture Creation.
This is the true meaning of Crone:
I hold the whole world in my heart
without any weight at all."
Oh to live in the awareness of and as the sacred, where we are at once, at any age, (in "their truest meanings"), virgin, mother and crone, and touch with the light, compassion and what has always been of that awareness, that which does not yet experience it.
Living this innately heartened, boundless reciprocity in the wake of a world that can feel dishonoring, that can take what is not "willingly given", where the bottom of our well feels dried up, can be a sadhana; an aspiration from and to the heart of the sacred; from a map drawn in eternity calling us to the exiles crying to be heard, and the mystery through which new creations can be born. ❤️🙏
Thank you for the poetic musings, Ellen. I like the riff. We all hold a facet of this gem! 💎
Stunning. Divine. In Motion. In Gratitude for This Blessing.