Sojourner Truth

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And Still I Rise, And Still I Rise, as wise woman Maya Angelou
speaks, pens, from the depths of her heart...and I am hearing
this being played out across the windows of time, lands, hearts
even now...how sad, how frustrating, how disempowering and
shameful. 

Stand Strong Sisters of all color, ethnicity, religions...we must
take back our bodies, our beliefs that we are in charge of our
bodies...teach your young children the same. 

The War on Women

My body..
sacred holy well,
filled with Divine Mother,
full of silver, lightening,
thunder, nuturance.

Speak between the sheets
of my skin, my veins, my
heart chambers, tendons,
muscle, between bones
and voice your heartspeak!

Let those who bring you
suffering, suffer themselves.
An eye for an eye, a bone
for a bone, a reproductive
body intrusively raped...

Let retribution in karmic law
be their fate, their knowing.
In the lesson of their journey
may they come to know what
The Divine Mother embraced.

Hear then the sighs and the
screams of your own earthly
mother and the pain she has
endured for you...and then
listen to your heart...

Will you take the high road?
Will you protect the women?
Will you protect the children?
Will you do the right thing?
Will you embrace the Divine?

3/16/2012 (C) Akasa WolfSong

I will not be silenced!!!

A Poem to Share...

From time to time I receive a newsletter from Jan Phillips, who I think is
Woman Extraordinaire!  Anywho...she sent this incredible poem to my
inbox this morning...it is from her book 'No Ordinary Time.'


If you are going to be my teacher

hone your memory like a razor

so your forgetting is rare

and doesn't overlap with mine.

If you are going to be my teacher

wake up polishing the mirror of your self

so when I sit at your feet, looking up

it is myself I see

my own torch burning and lighting the way.

If you are going to be my teacher

start practicing surgery so you can remove

my cancerous judgments

my deteriorating opinions

my tumors of cynicism and jealousy.

If you are going to be my teacher

take multiple vitamins

for your own intelligence

so you never forget

I am you too.

If you are going to be my teacher

get out your church key and open the can of me

then stand back and make room

for the shower of stars

that will fall your way

each one a question

and you its mark.

Jan Phillips

She has a wonderful website!  :)


Wishing For You a Glorious Spring Day!

UNICEF - GIVE THANKS FOR WHAT WE HAVE

In Praise of Water

Let us bless the grace of water:

The imagination of the primeval ocean
Where the first forms of life stirred
And emerged to dress the vacant earth
With warm quilts of color.

The well whose liquid root worked
Through the long night of clay,
Trusting ahead of itself openings
That would yet yield to its yearning
Until at last it arises in the desire of light
To discover the pure quiver of itself
Flowing crystal clear and free
Through delighted emptiness.

The courage of a river to continue belief
In the slow fall of ground,
Always falling farther
Toward the unseen ocean.

The river does what words would love,
Keeping its appearance
By insisting on disappearance;
Its only life surrendered
To the eventF of pilgrimage,
Carrying the origin to its end,
Seldom pushing or straining,
Keeping to itself
Everywhere all along its flow,
All at one with its sinuous mind,
An utter rhythm, never awkward,
It continues to swirl
Through all unlikeness,
With elegance:
A ceaseless traverse of presence
Soothing on each side
The stilled fields,
Sounding out its journey,
Raising up a buried music
Where the silence of time
Becomes almost audible

Tides stirred by the eros of the moon
Draw from that permanent restlessness
Perfect waves that languidly rise
And pleat in gradual forms of aquamarine
To offer every last tear of delight
At the altar of stillness inland.

And the rain in the night, driven
By the loneliness of the wind
To perforate the darkness,
As thought some air pocket might open
To release the perfume of the lost day
And salvage some memory
From its forsaken turbulence
And drop its weight of longing,
Into the earth, and anchor.

Let us bless the humility of water,
Always willing to take the shape
Of whatever otherness holds it,

The buoyancy of water
Stronger than the deadening,
Downward drag of gravity,
The innocence of water,
Flowing forth, without thought
Of what awaits it,
The refreshment of water,
Dissolving the crystals of thirst.

Water: voice of grief,
Cry of love,
In the flowing tear.

Water: vehicle and idiom
Of all the inner voyaging
That keeps us alive.

Blessed be the water,
Our first mother.

~John O'Donohue~

It is my fervent prayer and hope that we all can
assist in alleviating world hunger and lack of water.
It all begins with one small, simple step. Giving.
Giving from the Heart...as in one can of food, or
one gallon of water to your local food pantry or
by finding an online site who contributes to
Third World Countries. We stand poised on the
brink of creating huge change in our world, on
this our Planet......what say you? The time for
sitting on the sidelines is over...it is time to roll
up our sleeves and assist those in need. As I
watched this video my physical being cried out
in pain for these souls who have nothing...least
of all hope for a better tomorrow, much less
future. We can change it...we must change it.

A'HO!!!

Happy New Year 2011 - Hindu Sanskrit Hymn for Peace.

We dance the circles of our lives
we dance the circles of the years,
the circles of the seasons
within the circles of the years,
the cycles of the moon
within the circles of the seasons,
the circles of our reasons
within the cycles of the moon.

Again, again we come and go,
changed, changing.  Hands
join, unjoin in love and fear,
grief and joy.  The circles turn,
each giving into each, into all.
Only music keeps us here,

each by all the others held.
In the hold of hands and eyes
we turn in pairs, that joining
joining each to all again.

And then we turn aside, alone,
out of the sunlight gone

into the darker circles of return.

~Wendell Berry~

Thank You each and everyone for your
love and support of me and my family,
over the past year.  It has never gone
unnoticed by me...more to the point,
it has been taken into my heart and
spirited away into my whole being, so
that in your sharing with me it has and
continues to go out full circle back to you
and to others.

That is the way of Healing and Blessings.
When we Bless others we Bless ourselves.
Life and Love always goes full circle....

I Love You All and Wish You the Happiest
of New Years!  May 2011 be everything you
need it to be and more! 

In the wise words of Mother Teresa...
"We can do no great things,
only small things with great love."

Let Light, and Love, and Holiness,
Restore the Plan on Earth...

Your Sister,
Akasa

Wintry Morning....

Good Morning Everyone...albeit a late
morning already....I've been a busy girl
this a.m.

Right now it is a brisk 3 degrees outside
with a wind chill factor of anything less
than 0 is cold?  Ha Ha Ha!!!

Doesn't matter...my vehicle is now fixed
and running so I must venture outside
to start it up and maybe go to the grocery
store to get in some much needed supplies
to finish my Holiday baking, and to soothe
this savage beast.

This morning I wanted to share some videos
of the 13 Indigenous Grandmothers from over
on Vimeo of their recent trip to Japan in regards
to the UN's 10th Conference of Parties to the
Convention on Biological Diversity, which took
place on October 19th in Nagoya, Japan. I'll
post a couple of links for the videos and you
can check everything out on Earth Foundation
once you get there...I love listening to Our
Blessed Grandmothers Voices!!!  We need to
really listen well, and heed their call to action.

Grandmother Mona Polacca and Grandmother
Agnes Pilgrim Baker as well as others...
http://vimeo.com/channels/144533#16963069

I hope you can make the time to hear them
speak from their Heart's Song...

And I leave you with this lovely poem sent to
me by my Beautiful Spirit Sister Sorrow who
made the most lovely Holiday Card with this
inscribed on it...it touched me deeply and now
I want to pass it along to all of you...
Thank You Sister Sorrow...I love you Dear Friend!

Blessed be the longing that brought you here
and that quickens your soul with wonder.
May you succumb to the danger of new growth.
May you receive great encouragement
when new frontiers beckon.
May you respond to the call of your gift
and find the courage to follow its path.
May there be kindness in your gaze
when you look within.
May you know tender shelter and healing
blessing when you are called to stand in
the place of pain.
May your outer dignity mirror and inner
dignity of the soul.
May you become the gracious and
passionate subject of your own life.

~John O'Donohue, Irishman~

Wishing for you all a day of courage,
dignity, and soul grace.....be kind to
yourselves.


In Divine Love,

Thoughts of November....

The body is like a November birch facing the full moon

And reaching into the cold heavens.
In these trees there is no ambition, no sodden body, no leaves,
Nothing but bare trunks climbing like cold fire!

My last walk in the trees has come.  At dawn
I must return to the trapped fields,
to the obedient earth.
The trees shall be reaching all the winter.

It is a joy to walk in the bare woods.

The moonlight is not broken by the heavy leaves.

The leaves are down, and touching the soaked earth,

Giving off the odors that partridges love.

~Robert Bly~  Solitude Late At Night in the Woods.

Honoring All Women


We are birthers, creators, a matrix of circles, We are crystals
and pebbles, water and fire, We are feathers light as air
or a shapely loaf of bread, We live in our hearts and sometimes
our heads...We are Raven, Coyote, and Spider in Web.


We are wishers and dreamers, nurses and mothers,
We are knitters and artists, writers and painters,
We walk hand in hand and oft time alone,
but gathering together, We feel we've come home...


We are Sister's by blood, or of friendship and fires,
We gather bearing witness, or drum and send prayers,
We honor the Old Ones and Young just the same,
We hold on to each other as Love is the Plan.


We bake bread together and break just the same,
We gather what's important and discern what is not,
We live by intuition shot straight from the gut,
We teach one another by word or by deed, or
sometimes the silence as it intercedes.


We sit in Our Caves or by Water's edge...
to ponder Life's Mystery and Dream on ahead.
At the end of the day when Our last breathe is sighed
We walk into Dreamtime and Heal what needs Healed.


In Our comings and goings, this shall We find,
Sisterhood is what 'The Ancient Mother'
surely had in mind....


©  Akasa WolfSong 10/14/2010


Here's wishing for You, a Sister to hold onto!

A'HO!

A Prayer for Mother's Day...

Bakerwoman God,
I am your living bread,
Strong, brown Bakerwoman God.
I am your low, soft, and being-shaped loaf.
I am your rising
bread, well-kneaded
by some divine and knotty
pair of knuckles,
by your warm earth hands.
I am bread well-kneaded.

Put me in fire, Bakerwoman God,
put me in your own bright fire.

I am warm, warm as you from fire.
I am white and gold, soft and hard,
brown and round.
I am so warm from fire.

Break me, Bakerwoman God.
I am broken under your caring Word.
Drop me in your special juice in pieces.
Drop me in your blood.
Drunken me in the great red flood.
Self-giving chalice swallow me.
My skin shines in the divine wine.
My face is cup-covered and I drown.

I fall up
in a red pool
in a gold world
where your warm
sunskin hand is there
to catch and hold me.
Bakerwoman God, remake.

~Alla Renee Bozrath~

Wishing you all a Very Happy
Mother's Day...

Take one moment today in
private, where you can sit
and behold the beautiful
body you are housed in...
the body which Mother God
gave you...look at your hands
and marvel at what they have
done for you over the years,
your feet which have kept you
standing until now...look at
your abdomen and see the life
that was grown from it...notice
your hair, your nose, your eyes
and lips, your ears from which
you hear Mother God speak to
you internally or externally.
Look at all of your body and
marvel at the exquisite handiwork
its creation is, and then perhaps
go and thank The All Mother
for her sustenance in all things,
in all ways.

Thank You All Mother, Bright Lady,
for the Breath of Your Eternal Spirit
and Love.

Happy Mother's Day!
Akasa WolfSong
5/9/2010

Imagine A Woman

Imagine a Woman II



Imagine a woman who is interested in her own life.

A woman who embraces her life as teacher, healer, and challenge.

Who is grateful for the ordinary moments of beauty and grace.



Imagine a woman who participates in her own life.

A woman who meets each challenge with creativity.

Who takes action on her own behalf with clarity and strength.



Imagine a woman who has crafted a fully-formed solitude.

A woman who is available to herself.

Who chooses friends and lovers with the capacity to respect her solitude.



Imagine a woman who acknowledges the full range of human emotion.

A woman who expresses her feelings clearly and directly.

Who allows them to pass through her as naturally as the breath.



Imagine a woman who tells the truth.

A woman who trusts her experience of the world and expresses it.

Who refuses to defer to the perceptions, thoughts, and responses of others.



Imagine a woman who follows her creative impulses.

A woman who produces original creations.

Who refuses to color inside someone else's lines.



Imagine a woman who has relinquished the desire for intellectual approval.

A woman who makes a powerful statement with every action she takes.

Who asserts to herself the right to reorder the world.



Imagine a woman who has grown in knowledge and love of herself.

A woman who has vowed faithfulness to her own life.

Who remains loyal to herself. Regardless.



Imagine yourself as this woman.



“Imagine a Woman” © Patricia Lynn Reilly, 1995

www.imagineAwoman.com



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Thank you!



WomanSpirit Blessings, Patricia Lynn Reilly

I posted this today because I can see so many women I am connected to using this wonderful site to promote your creations...it is as simple as a click away?  So many of you have so much to share with the world ... won't you please consider it?

Pilamaya!
Akasa
Blessings on Your Daily Journey
To Your Own HeartSong!

Of This Place

Of This Place
Her heart ran
in the wilds of deserted plains.
Sun-etched land barren of clouds
and singing water.
If she listened closely
her hand would call
and signal its thoughts upon her brow.
But in this place
she could only offer her arms to the sky
like a tree its branches
and a flower its leaves.


In this dusty basin,
silence gathered like smoke
clearing the mind of the scoundrel.
The infidel of thoughts.
Blots of yellow leaves and white bark
could be seen hiding in pools of life
surrounded by red rock spires.
Clustered sand monuments held together
by some other life form.
She wasn't sure.
Perhaps one life is the same as another
only tilted sideways.
Caught from underneath
by some invisible hand that animates
even the coldest stone of this place.

A smile emerged and perched upon her face.
drinking the sun's clear ways.
She could spear
a million miles of air in a glance
and send the window of her flesh
into the cloudless sky.
Upon this ocean a hawk sailed ever closer.
She watched the silver speck
spiral overhead dreaming through its eyes.
Feeling the winds gild her wings
in the softest fold of time.
A tree of pine sent its sky roots
deep within the air to weep its sweetness.
She entered,
gliding through branches
to every needle in their factory of air.

So strange to feel the pull of earth in flight,
but she knew the antagonism well
in the splendor of this place.
She knew it had settled deep,
lodged like permanent ink
in the heart of her.
Under skin, muscle, bone
it fought the single path.
What madness calls her away?
What dream is stronger than this?
What heart beats more pure?

Of this place,
it is so hard to know which is host
and which is guest.
Which is welcome, which is pest.
Which is found, and which is lost.
Which is profit, which is cost.

She gave her prayers
to the skypeople and waited for a cloud n
her signal to leave.
She should return home
before dusk settles in and the golden
eyes peer out against the black code.
In a single breath she held the ancient ways
that never left.
She turned them inside out
and then outside in.
Again and again.
Waiting for her signals in the sky.
If not a cloud...
then perhaps a shooting star.
(Besides, it was too dark for clouds anymore.)

When the first star fell she held her breath
afraid she would miss its spectral flight.
She wondered with whom she shared
its final light.

What other eyes were heaven bound
in that secret moment?
Was this their signal home as well?
And what was it they found
buried so deep in a whisper of light
that none can tell?

She waited with solemn eyes
for more stars to fall,
to gently sweep her away
from the magnets of this place.
If she listened to her hand
it would scratch a sign in the sand for another
to take her place.
It would touch the land
in honor of its grace and wisdom,
and become a tree, rock, hawk, or flower.

From Wingmakers Poetry...
http://www.wingmakers.com/

Mountain Grandma's Song

If I look back where I belong
I hear the Ancient Mother in
the Mountain Grandma's song.

Singing sweet, the old time long ago,
of babes and mouths to feed...
turning a dress or an old shirt out
of burlap bags into the urgent need.

Caring for family, one moment at a time,
walkin' down that path with head held high
as the Old Mama knows.  As we've
watched her grow, always into her own.

The years are turning and time goes by-
tellin' us to tell the truths and never
the damned old lie, just so we can get by.

Another day, another hour, looking inside
for a bit more power - now the silent sighs
come, the staying awake when day is done.

Gathering peace like a mantle around
your shoulders...another day gone,
another day older.  Show me grace
please Ancient Mother.

Another dimension now, just one more.
The Crone comes knocking at your door.
You open yourself, embrace the new but
still shadows lurk in things you do, things
you say, another worry, another day.

Grandmother please, help me along
my way.  I pray to get it right...to
leave my legacy, so the babes will know
to go back to that mountain top, where

The Grandma's song, sang to us sweet
and all night long.

© Akasa WolfSong  1/16/07

I love to write poetry even tho I
think I'm not very good at it.
Something kept calling me to
share this tonight though so
I'm showing my HeartSong here.

I wish you all a safe and sacred
evening full of graceful moments.
Let the ending of your day be
filled with peace and the knowing
you tried your best today.  That
is all we are meant to do.  In
each moment that we live we
breath the sacredness of life.

Peace........

The Crystal Cave...

The Crystal Cave

Sitting in the Crystal Cave - amidst the myriad hues
and colors of God's eye,
I am content, lost within my own being of light,
Trying to capture the energies so swiftly and rapidly
moving in concentric circles, round about me.
There is silence here, but it is the silence of no voice.
No voice to intrude the interlude being played
within the ancient cave.
I know that God is here.
Instead what permeates my hearing, my knowing,
is the constant drip of water as it drops slowly, fervently,
reverently into the crystal lake beside me.
Waters drumming their own beat, or...
is it the hearbeat of God as it pulses and flows?
I lay down upon my belly, touching the stone so cold
beneath me,
And dip my hands bit by bit into the cold, pristine,
healing water.
I see my reflection - it is of a different nature.
I am filled with colors of the rainbow the likes
of which I've never seen before.
They run through my being like Tiger Stripes.
I sip the water, testing its crystal pureness
with my tongue...cold, oh so cold,
but the refreshment and healing that flows
into my being from it, brings me home.
I have found my dwelling place,
Here amongst the Crystals and the Stone People.
I sleep...deeply and fully.
I know that all is well in my soul - I know
That God lives here too.

Rev. Akasa WolfSong (C) 2/06/2008