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dariaendresen

Vestfirðir, Iceland.

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feather-bone

NOURISH. Arcylic on canvas + digital. Rot is a form of life.

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niiv

this is how i feel rn

lioninsunheart

Let’s walk in this world,

you and I, together.

Let’s be explorers

of the sacred every day.

We will voyage into the heart matters

to compare what we learn

and have yet to figure out,

then gently collapse inside the mystery

of what we may never understand.

Let’s be pilgrims in a land

of prismatic doors to be opened,

and we’ll savor each realization

that steps through.

We’ll be life’s devoted pupils,

asking questions religiously,

discerning glimpses of truth

in one another’s eyes.

And you won’t insist you own every answer,

and I won’t pretend to be holding all the keys.

For you are ever the enlightened one

in the acceptance of not infinitely knowing…

and I will always be the seeker,

not the one who claims the way.

~ Susan Frybort

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cosmofilius-deactivated20220204

offering my moon blood to the earth, to the flowers, to the plants. 💫honouring my womb, my feminine lineage, the strength that lives within a woman’s body, this intuitive ineffable knowing, the capacity to birth life into this world, the cycles that aligns us with the moon and the earth, the wild wolf that inhabits the heart. releasing everything + giving thanks for all the teachings through this lunar cycle. 🌙 • an ancient saying says that once the women start giving their sacred moon blood back to the earth, the thirst for blood will be satiated & no more wars will happen between men. 🥀🌹

ladyhearthkeeper

Every creature on earth returns to home. It is ironic that we have made wildlife refuges for ibis, pelican, egret, wolf, crane, deer, mouse, moose, and bear, but not for ourselves in the places where we live day after day. We understand that the loss of habitat is the most disastrous event that can occur to a free creature. We fervently point out how other creatures’ natural territories have become surrounded by cities, ranches, highways, noise, and other dissonance, as though we are not surrounded by the same, as though we are not affected also. We know that for creatures to live on, they must at least from time to time have a home place, a place where they feel both protected and free.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes Women Who Run With The Wolves (via ladyhearthkeeper)

skaldic-maelstrom

Wild Walk

She glides a wild walk along the sea-grove: a quickened pace for feeling freedom, not from fearing death by hunter or entropy. Wild hair in the wind, whipping ‘round cheeks like a lover’s gentle caress— his fingers glide war paint so she can face the sky unafraid of turbulent trifles conceived by thoughtless anger. Trees pattern the fields to her left, branches weaving together a canopy of mother’s love over the sandy path that flows beside the silver dunes. Shells’ sloughed cells feed into the tempestuous ocean, reflecting the wild walk of the simple spirit that wishes she could fly.

theenchantedwren

This is a moon of righteous becoming. Here, we become nothing and everything at once, generative befuddlement becomes a portal to infinite possibility, and we allow ourself to fray at the edges just a bit so we might be later rewoven into an unexpected and exquisite design.

Danielle Dulsky (via theenchantedwren)

lioninsunheart

Embody your Wild Nature

“Don’t worry if people think you’re crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating (in) sanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they’re destined to be. ”

-Jennifer Elisabeth