Priestess Petals of Wisdom: If You Were Meant to Swim Upstream You’d Have Scales By Cindy Morris, msw Timeless affirmations and words of Priestess wisdom to guide and support you to full expression of your divinely inspired feminine empowerment. Open to any page and you’ll find exactly what you need at that very moment to lift you up to your magnificent Priestess self.
Available as an e-book or as an Audio book narrated by the author herself! You can find both these must-have Priestess treasures and other beautiful writings by Cindy on her website: www.PracticalPriestess.com
Cindy Morris's PRIESTESS PETALS OF WISDOM is a Guide for the Nonplused on how to best live consciously in the flux of transformation. She brings her wit as an entrepreneur and her wisdom as a priestess to a series of charmingly articulated reflections and affirmations. Her insights surprise and reassure us in the same breath.
--Gail Storey, author of novels The Lord's Motel and God's Country Club
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Writing Quote
There is no better way to learn poetry than to read it, listen to it, and experience it. Poetry instructs you beyond your own personal (and school-taught) prisons of ‘possible’ and ‘not possible.’ Even as it gives you rules, poetry breaks the rules. This is, perhaps, why poetry is so elusive. In a culture where we like things black and white, right and wrong, poetry says YES. What if there were no right or wrong—only poetry? What if everything we could possibly dream up were acceptable? Fabulous? Enough? Poetry can be your own personal oasis of invention, where you can do no wrong. (Writing the Life Poetic: An Invitation to Read and Write Poetry by Sage Cohen)
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Book Review
Broken: A Love Story by Lisa Jones. Jones went to Wyoming for a four day magazine assignment that changed her life. She stayed when she met Stanford Addison, a Northern Arapaho quadriplegic wheelchair-bound horse gentler and healer. She watched him with the horses and also with her and the places where she, too, was broken. A stunning story! ISBN 1-4165-7906-0.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Astro Update 7 7 09
Today, at 3:21AM (MDT) there was a Lunar Full Moon Eclipse, Sun in Cancer/Moon in Capricorn. It speaks of a time to balance our goals with our need for self-nurturing activities.
The Crop Circles point to this being an important day.
It heralds a time of pursuing those things that express our inner vision.
The Crop Circles point to this being an important day.
It heralds a time of pursuing those things that express our inner vision.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
The Day After Independence Day
I sat in the bleachers at Folsom Stadium last night with a young Asian friend of my daughter, a Mexican family with very small children in front me, as I listened with a new ear to the singing of the Star Spangled Banner…words I’ve heard my whole life, and have thought about here and there…but this was different. I saw all of us living with freedoms that so many in the world would, and have, died for. I thought of all the families in the stadium from different countries and traditions embracing my country’s Independence Day celebration because they had wanted to be here, wanted this for themselves and for their families.
I have no illusions about the imperfections of our system. I’ve railed against it time and time again, because I hold to the ideal of what we could be. What our country can evolve to. I’ve had to make peace with the fact that I might not see it in my lifetime, yet I hold it for the future generations to get there.
For many years, one of my sons and I debated, sometime heatedly, about the state of affairs in the U.S. I was less than scathing sometimes, sometimes not, about policies and greed, war and power. He’s very Republican in his thinking, and I am not. I’ve always been against war and power-over politics.
Last night, tears came to my eyes as I watched the flag furling on the field, held by a ring of citizens, said the Pledge of Allegiance along with everyone else for the first time in years. I had begun to see myself as a global citizen and not nationalistically American.
But last night was different. This son is in a protective detail right now across the world from me, and I felt I was holding his place, here in his/my country, and it filled me with such feelings, I tried not to cry, just leak a few tears.
I saw his patriotism and felt it in myself for the first time, maybe ever, in that way. I felt what he was sacrificing his time away from his young family for. I suddenly heard all the conversations we had had, in which he was saying how easily I could be peaceful because I had others guarding my shores and my sleeping children. And I saw the truth in what he said.
This is a very unpopular opinion for most of the people in the city I live in…it’s a very pro-peace, non-violent, new-age/schmoo-age population for a good part. Yet I realized that in order to get there, that evolved humanitarianism, that future peace that has to be cultivated, we have to maintain the culture, the body of freedom we all enjoy, so that it exists into the future.
We have to protect this ideal of freedom that so many have died for. We have to hold that tiny flame in our hearts so that it can grow and blossom into what I’ve always dreamed it could be…a world united in freedom and peace.
For now, I hold that space for my son while he protects my shores.
I have no illusions about the imperfections of our system. I’ve railed against it time and time again, because I hold to the ideal of what we could be. What our country can evolve to. I’ve had to make peace with the fact that I might not see it in my lifetime, yet I hold it for the future generations to get there.
For many years, one of my sons and I debated, sometime heatedly, about the state of affairs in the U.S. I was less than scathing sometimes, sometimes not, about policies and greed, war and power. He’s very Republican in his thinking, and I am not. I’ve always been against war and power-over politics.
Last night, tears came to my eyes as I watched the flag furling on the field, held by a ring of citizens, said the Pledge of Allegiance along with everyone else for the first time in years. I had begun to see myself as a global citizen and not nationalistically American.
But last night was different. This son is in a protective detail right now across the world from me, and I felt I was holding his place, here in his/my country, and it filled me with such feelings, I tried not to cry, just leak a few tears.
I saw his patriotism and felt it in myself for the first time, maybe ever, in that way. I felt what he was sacrificing his time away from his young family for. I suddenly heard all the conversations we had had, in which he was saying how easily I could be peaceful because I had others guarding my shores and my sleeping children. And I saw the truth in what he said.
This is a very unpopular opinion for most of the people in the city I live in…it’s a very pro-peace, non-violent, new-age/schmoo-age population for a good part. Yet I realized that in order to get there, that evolved humanitarianism, that future peace that has to be cultivated, we have to maintain the culture, the body of freedom we all enjoy, so that it exists into the future.
We have to protect this ideal of freedom that so many have died for. We have to hold that tiny flame in our hearts so that it can grow and blossom into what I’ve always dreamed it could be…a world united in freedom and peace.
For now, I hold that space for my son while he protects my shores.
Friday, July 3, 2009
I'm having fun posting some of my poetry on
www.poemhunter.com
and getting feedback...and sharing...
www.poemhunter.com
and getting feedback...and sharing...
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Starshine Editorial, Summer 2009
Dear Friends,
I believe that everyone is doing the best they can, where they are.
We can stand aside and make judgments about their actions, their choices, but this is being done outside their circumstances, outside their set of values and priorities.
It is an extreme kindness and a compassionate act to allow others their own lives, their own choices, without the interference of how we think things should look, or how they may do it better.
Listening for Water: Poetry and Prose…the printing was postponed from May and will now be available in July. $13.95 + $2 s/h.
The writing group, A Week’s Worth of Women, is working on a cookbook for the fall, including recipes and stories. Will have reviews for the Fall Starshine News issue, plus will have it available on both blogs.
Blessings, Jyoti
I believe that everyone is doing the best they can, where they are.
We can stand aside and make judgments about their actions, their choices, but this is being done outside their circumstances, outside their set of values and priorities.
It is an extreme kindness and a compassionate act to allow others their own lives, their own choices, without the interference of how we think things should look, or how they may do it better.
Listening for Water: Poetry and Prose…the printing was postponed from May and will now be available in July. $13.95 + $2 s/h.
The writing group, A Week’s Worth of Women, is working on a cookbook for the fall, including recipes and stories. Will have reviews for the Fall Starshine News issue, plus will have it available on both blogs.
Blessings, Jyoti
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