Awakening the Feminine...continuing to illuminate powerful female voices...today is STEVIE NICKS and the song STAND BACK. Enjoy!
Monday, November 7, 2016
Sunday, November 6, 2016
Today I'm illuminating a brilliant quote from Marianne Williamson. I carried this with me every day of my life after it was given to me by a dear friend. As i grow older, I'm coming to realize the power of this message. As women, we will be told to play small, avoid offending others, speak softly, make less money, and so on....lest we offend the men in our lives. No! We are all born to make manifest the glory of God within. It's courageous to live into the call...afterall...no one said it would be easy.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Today I begin with Maya Angelou, Still I Rise.
Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.