#beth morey

[camewiththeframe]

“we have forgotten that we were born

of celestial cataclysm.

we have forgotten how to dance

bare-footed on the earth to the cadence

of our souls. we have forgotten the ritual

fires and the acrid tang of holy smoke

on our tongues.”

― Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul

[feminism-quotes]

Beth Morey

Beth writes, paints, and dreams in Montana.  She is the author of EVERYTHING WE NEVER KNEW and NIGHT CYCLES, and more and is also the owner of She of the Wild.  Her words and art have appeared in various publications, such as xoJane, Somerset Studio, Still Standing Magazine, Wild Goslings, and Disney's Family Fun.  In addition to her quirky little family and their three naughty dogs, Beth is in love with luscious color, moon-gazing, and dancing wild.  She writes soul into flesh at www.sheofthewild.com.

[vincentvangonads]

when time's skin is thin and you are bared – when there is nothing between you and the Wildest One whose name is your own?

[resonance-of-libra]

I stand in my own power now, the questions of permission that I used to choke on for my every meal now dead in a fallen heap, and when they tell me that I will fall, I nod. I will fall, I reply, and

my words are a whisper my words are a howl

I will fall , I say, and the tumbling will be all my own. The skinned palms and oozing knees are holy wounds, stigmata of my She.

I will catch my own spilled blood, and not a drop will be wasted.

Beth Morey

[carmenbass]

We have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her Pulse. We have forgotten symbiosis, that she is our Mother. We have forgotten that when we rape our World we rape ourselves ♥●✿Love & Light ✿●♥ 

[witchravenfox]

31 Days of Writing Wild (Day 8)

In another land I was going to make this a fiction post. I got stuck. I have a grammar assignment to complete as well which is blowing my mind because I’m playing catch-up after dreaded flu. But actually, something else occurred to me just this moment. Right now, in another land, there are people being driven from a their homes in fear for their lives and the lives of their families. It’s no…

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[witchravenfox]

31 Days of Writing Wild (Day 6)

31 Days of Writing Wild (Day 6)

What I see/what I don’t see I look around and I see mess That’s my life now, mess It’s not all mine either, and it’s not organised The carpet picks up everything, each speck of dirt I see it all as though it’s colossal, mammoth dirt bytes And they’re coming for me! I want to get a cloth and spray top to bottom Open each window and then clean it I want to wipe the sodding walls then paint them…

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[witchravenfox]

31 Days of Writing Wild (Day 4)

31 Days of Writing Wild (Day 4)

Soul Not bright and shiny new. Never that, but a shimmery opal Different shades of the light show me who I am. Kind and honest. Honourable. Parts of my soul I wouldn’t change. But the parts composited of dark greys, blues and black Those shades show my shadow self, the me I try to hide. I can’t be pure all the time but I try. A struggle. How can my soul be so full of light and dark? How can I…

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