Pink Sky yoga

Beautiful sky this morning 💗✨✨

Love this 💖💖

“We need to teach the children the old words,
words like brabble and grubble,
twitter-light and clinkerbell;
words which dance and trip and slip
and drip like honey off the tongue

Teach them that a hazy halo of cloud
around the moon is called a moonbroch
and that swiftly moving clouds are named
cairies;
how a vixen’s wedding is a sunny shower of
rain, and that a single sunbeam breaking through thick cloud is known as a messenger

Teach them to know the seasons and scents
of queen of the meadow and bride of the sun,
how to tell Jupiter’s staff from fairy fingers
and which roses bloom with the strawberry moon
Teach them to spot pricklebacks in the tottlegrass,
how to recognise a smeuse or a bishop-barnaby,
when to watch the sky for flittermice and yaffles,
and to pay attention to the dumbeldore and mousearnickle
as she graces the lazy leahs of summer

Teach them a few of the old Sussex words for mud,
like gubber and slub and stodge and pug,
so they know that the precious soil beneath their toes
is anything but worthless dirt

Teach them to be users and keepers and makers
of the words which bring the land alive:
a storybook, where everything has its rightful place, including us;
where the wilds are fearful and filled with magic
and people do noble things, and nothing is impossible

In this world of harsh new words —
words like planetary dysmorphia and solastalgia, extinction debt and grief mitigation, megadrought and megafire, anthropogenic, pyrocene,
words which alarm and get stuck in our throats describing a world which our hearts cannot grasp —
we need to teach the children the old words,
so that if they should feel lost,
the old words might colour for them
a warm and breathing, living map,
a light to guide them safely home.”

~ Caroline Mellor

Art: Jim Colorex aka Emmanuel Fallet

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Let August shine its potential 🌸 the month of Leo, two full moons, Lammas harvest and the lions gate 8/8 Sirus energies ✨✨ celebrating with fresh flowers from my new flower bed and the drying of Calenda to bring sunshine when needed later in the cycle of the year 💖

It’s rainy and miserable… feels like soup weather! Summertime flavours with home grown potatoes, celery, leeks, onion, home grown fresh garlic, odd box tender stem broccoli and lots of rocket, herbs and bay 💖✨

Sharing on this high energy day 7/7/7

“Energy moves in waves.
Waves move in patterns.
Patterns move in rhythms.
A human being is just that
energy, waves, patterns, rhythms.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
A dance.”

Gabrielle Roth

The more you see the patterns
In nature, weather, self, geometry, math,
human development, the plant life cycle, and the cycles of the year, the more clearly you see truth, self, center. The more you see the dance, the moving living dance of life/death/life within cycles. The waves of patterns within these cycles in human development, in plants, in seasonal cycles. Patterns make up the universe. Even in chaos.

Chaos is a pattern too.

We have names for the different patterns and cycles. And there are spaces in between patterns and cycles for breath, for rest, for the liminal, for the transitory. These are patterns too.

I see patterns in cards and patterns in fairytales and patterns in language and patterns in quilts and patterns in the human body.

Dance is a phenomenal way to explore and integrate, understand and aha! the patterns within and without. Dance is a landscape and body is how we are here, on this planet. Without it, we’d be a different form.

This form, this body, this temple houses and contains, nests and hides, restores and replenishes stories.

Stories hold patterns. Stories contain energy. Stories hold memory, emotions, fragments, possibilities, creation, destruction and many patterns. Emotions are energy, like weather patterns.

We can get stuck in a story or a pattern or a placeholder of energy in the body. Sometimes the mind helps us navigate through, sometimes mind is a greater challenge to the process. Body is a key. An elixir. A homecoming. Sometimes we fear energy in motion. We are scared to get hurt again. Scared of our fear, our shame, our anger fill in the blank. Moving emotions can freak out the mind.

For many reasons. We were not taught at a young or even later age how to navigate energy emotion energy in motion.

So we dance with our patterns, consciously or unconsciously. We dance with life, consciously or unconsciously. Life is dance and dance is life. We are not fixed points on a map, as much as mind would like us to be. We move, stories come and stories go. Like waves. Like the visibility of moon. Clouds.

And so, in honor of the truth of patterns and cycles, let’s dance into the unknown. And write into the unknown. And weave words and body into a moving rhythm of beauty. and experience the truth from within

Buck moon ✨✨ making moon water for last few classes before much needed summer break 💖

It’s the weekend 💖💖 time for prioritising ✨

Love this 💖💖 never dim your light ✨✨

“There she is. . . the “too much” woman. The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much.

There she is taking up too much space, with her laughter, her curves, her honesty, her sexuality. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of the room. Too much space she takes.

She is dangerous.

And there she goes, that “too much” woman, making people think too much, feel too much, swoon too much. She with her authentic prose and a self-assuredness in the way she carries herself. She with her belly laughs and her insatiable appetite and her proneness to fiery passion. All eyes on her, thinking she’s hot s**t.

Oh, that “too much” woman. . . too loud, too vibrant, too honest, too emotional, too smart, too intense, too pretty, too difficult, too sensitive, too wild, too intimidating, too successful, too fat, too strong, too political, too joyous, too needy—too much.

She should simmer down a bit, be taken down a couple notches. Someone should put her back in a more respectable place. Someone should tell her.

Here I am. . . a Too Much Woman, with my too-tender heart and my too-much emotions.

A hedonist, feminist, pleasure seeker, empath. I want a lot—justice, sincerity, spaciousness, ease, intimacy, actualization, respect, to be seen, to be understood, your undivided attention, and all of your promises to be kept.

I’ve been called high maintenance because I want what I want, and intimidating because of the space I occupy. I’ve been called selfish because I am self-loving. I’ve been called a witch because I know how to heal myself.

And still. . . I rise. Still, I want and feel and ask and risk and take up space.

I must.

Us Too Much Women have been facing extermination for centuries—we are so afraid of her, terrified of her big presence, of the way she commands respect and wields the truth of her feelings. We’ve been trying to stifle the Too Much Woman for ions—in our sisters, in our wives, in our daughters. And even now, even today, we shame the Too Much Woman for her bigness, for her wanting, for her passionate nature.

And still. . . she thrives.

In my own world and before my very eyes, I am witnessing the reclamation and rising up of the Too Much Woman. That Too Much Woman is also known to some as Wild Woman or the Divine Feminine. In any case, she is me, she is you, and she is loving that she’s finally, finally getting some airtime.

If you’ve ever been called “too much,” or “overly emotional,” or “bitchy,” or “stuck up,” you are likely a Too Much Woman.
And if you are. . . I implore you to embrace all that you are—all of your depth, all of your vastness; to not hold yourself in, and to never abandon yourself, your bigness, your radiance.

Forget everything you’ve heard—your too much-ness is a gift; oh yes, one that can heal, incite, liberate, and cut straight to the heart of things.

Do not be afraid of this gift, and let no one shy you away from it. Your too much-ness is magic, is medicine. It can change the world.

So please, Too Much Woman: Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.

Make your waves, fan your flames, give us chills.

Please, rise.
We need you.”

Author ~Ev’Yan Witney

🌀Nicole
Sacred Wild Woman Medicine

Gratitude to the Unknown Artist

Wisteria heaven 💖 smelt blooming gorgeous too

Love this 💖✨

“Tell your daughters how you love your body.
Tell them how they must love theirs.

Tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves—
from their tiger stripes to the soft flesh of their thighs,
whether there is a little of them or a lot,
whether freckles cover their face or not,
whether their curves are plentiful or slim,
whether their hair is thick, curly, straight, long or short.

Tell them how they inherited
their ancestors, souls in their smiles,
that their eyes carry countries
that breathed life into history,
that the swing of their hips
does not determine their destiny.

Tell them never to listen when bodies are critiqued.
Tell them every woman’s body is beautiful
because every woman’s soul is unique.”

~ Nikita Gill, The Girl and the Goddess: Stories and Poems of Divine Wisdom
Nikita Gill

Art: Arna Baartz
Arna Baartz Artist
https://linktr.ee/arnabaartz?mibextid=Zxz2cZ

Energy rising 💖 Gemini balance of light and dark ✨ challenging few weeks but feeling like summer energy is washing through to bring in lighter times in all ways ✨✨ sending love and light to all xx ☀️

Earth Day is this coming Saturday

Oxford University has the below event planned
Great for everyone to attend and expand their knowledge, minds and hearts to tackle our growing challenges to protect our planet 🌎💖

Investing in Earth https://www.physics.ox.ac.uk/events/investing-earth-responding-natural-hazards-and-climate-change