I belong to no race nor time.
I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.
-Zora Neale Hurston
The Feminine Eye
Women, please let your own sun, your
concentrated energy, your own submerged
authentic vital power shine out from you.
We are no longer the moon.
Today we are truly the sun.
We will build shining golden cathedrals
at the top of crystal mountains, East of
the land of the Rising Sun.
Women, when you paint your own portrait,
do not forget to put the golden dome at
the top of your head.
-Raicho Hiratsuko
concentrated energy, your own submerged
authentic vital power shine out from you.
We are no longer the moon.
Today we are truly the sun.
We will build shining golden cathedrals
at the top of crystal mountains, East of
the land of the Rising Sun.
Women, when you paint your own portrait,
do not forget to put the golden dome at
the top of your head.
-Raicho Hiratsuko
There is no doubt that solitude is a challenge
and to maintain balance within it a precarious business.
But I must not forget that, for me,
being with people or even with one beloved person
for any length of time without solitude is even worse.
I lose my center. I feel dispersed, scattered, in pieces.
-May Sarton
and to maintain balance within it a precarious business.
But I must not forget that, for me,
being with people or even with one beloved person
for any length of time without solitude is even worse.
I lose my center. I feel dispersed, scattered, in pieces.
-May Sarton
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically.
We grow sometimes in one dimension,
and not in another, unevenly.
We grow partially. We are relative.
We are mature in one realm, childish in another.
The past, present and future
mingle and pull us backward, forward,
or fix us in the present.
We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
-Anais Nin
We grow sometimes in one dimension,
and not in another, unevenly.
We grow partially. We are relative.
We are mature in one realm, childish in another.
The past, present and future
mingle and pull us backward, forward,
or fix us in the present.
We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
-Anais Nin
I see the wise woman.
She carries a blanket of compassion.
She wears a robe of wisdom.
Around her throat flutters a veil of shifting shapes.
From her shoulders, a mantle of power flows.
A story band encircles her forehead.
She stitches a quilt; she spins fibers into yarn;
she knots; she sews; she weaves.
She ties the threads of our lives together.
She forms a web of spiraling threads.
-Susun Weed
She carries a blanket of compassion.
She wears a robe of wisdom.
Around her throat flutters a veil of shifting shapes.
From her shoulders, a mantle of power flows.
A story band encircles her forehead.
She stitches a quilt; she spins fibers into yarn;
she knots; she sews; she weaves.
She ties the threads of our lives together.
She forms a web of spiraling threads.
-Susun Weed
I see the wise woman.
She carries a blanket of compassion.
She wears a robe of wisdom.
Around her throat flutters a veil of shifting shapes.
From her shoulders, a mantle of power flows.
A story band encircles her forehead.
She stitches a quilt; she spins fibers into yarn;
she knits; she sews; she weaves.
She ties the threads of our lives together.
She forms a web of spiraling threads.
-Susun Weed
She carries a blanket of compassion.
She wears a robe of wisdom.
Around her throat flutters a veil of shifting shapes.
From her shoulders, a mantle of power flows.
A story band encircles her forehead.
She stitches a quilt; she spins fibers into yarn;
she knits; she sews; she weaves.
She ties the threads of our lives together.
She forms a web of spiraling threads.
-Susun Weed
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)