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@themystichistorian
I am working on an ambitious project and decided to create a delicious collection of my favorite soups and poems as a playful way to raise funds. It’s been a super fun book to create and I have to say I’m really proud of how it turned out!
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You can purchase your copy here: a.co/d8Ncm8ti
EQUAL ENERGY
The reality is,
you’ve never been given a chance to be soft.
To relax.
To relinquish.
From the very beginning,
you were forced into a role that demanded
you be in control.
And though you flourish as a leader,
you desire something other than sovereignty.
You’ve always been the one who was relied upon,
yet rarely had anyone to rely on.
And oh, how sweet it would be to just float.
To just drift and flow and feel the freedom of getting lost
in someone you trust.
To sink into the embracing arms of someone unwavering.
Someone so fiercely loyal that when you look in their eyes you see an unbreakable bond.
You deserve an energy equal to your own.
Someone whose ambition and drive rises to meet you
exactly where you are.
Where you’ve always been.
For so long you’ve carried the weight of unmet promises
which turned into burdens.
This is not your fault.
Look how far you’ve come.
It’s easier to walk these roads alone
than it is to drag someone along.
All you ever ask for in return
are the very same things you give away freely. Stop excusing your expectations.
You deserve reciprocation.
J. Raymond
FROM: The Kindred Project
I can’t shake this tiredness today.
It has been necessary to unravel the stiff amount of conformity, people pleasing, accommodation, and peacemaking at all costs that was injected into my bones as a small human. I’m not finished yet. I’m practicing every day. Every feeling is valid and here to serve me.
We cannot allow our surroundings to make us hard. We cannot allow our surroundings to make us numb. We cannot allow our surroundings to make us dissociate, disconnect, and minimize. We must feel it all. Our lives and our communities depend upon it.
Hi Jillian,
How are you? :)
Is this a good place to stay in touch?
Hope You, Carter, and the fur babies are having a nice weekend!
Laura
(949) 545-4454
Hi Laura! Yes, this is a great place to stay in touch! I think tumblr is going to be my new home as I transition away from Facebook. I really like the feel of it!
The family and I enjoyed the sunshine so much yesterday- I hope you’ve found some joy this weekend too! 💖
The Lie of the “Too Much” Woman
You were never too much. We just became too little.
The idea that you were too loud, too bold, too free, too sexual, too full, too strong, too soft—too much—was a lie.
Our attempts to control you for our own needs backfired.
Our efforts to keep you in line, to manipulate you into being our possessions, exploded in our faces.
We tried to suppress the fire and force of the female spirit.
But that didn’t work. It only made the fire stronger.
You evolved to handle the pressure, adapted to the harsh environment we created for you.
Meanwhile, the masculine spirit grew lazy, resting on hollow victories—
Like a spoiled trust fund heir living off the riches our forefathers stole from grandmothers, mothers, and lovers.
We grew soft, and in doing so, we became too little for the “too much” woman.
We could no longer control you.
So we tried shaming you into submission.
We told you your essence was flawed, your body not good enough, your abilities limited.
We tied your worth to sex, to beauty, to us.
We tried to convince you that you had no value beyond men and family.
And we almost had you.
But you didn’t buy it.
Once again, you threw off the shackles of our attempts to diminish you.
You evolved.
You found beauty in your bodies.
You found unity and love in your sisters.
You discovered your strength, your brilliance, your worth—all on your own.
And every step of the way, you were told it was wrong.
You were told it was too much.
Still, you kept going.
Instead of standing in awe of the magnificent brilliance of the female spirit—its stunning ability to rise—we grew afraid.
It terrified us instead of inspiring us.
We tried to keep you small because we had become small.
We tried to keep you weak because we had forgotten what it meant to be full of fire ourselves.
We tried to own you without earning you because we stopped investing in our own worth.
We have become too little.
So, of course, everything feels like too much for us.
But you have evolved—into titans of heart, spirit, and fierce love.
We tremble at your might.
Some of us are waking up—slowly—to how we became too little.
For if we tempered ourselves, if we evolved to withstand the full force of the feminine spirit, we would finally see what it’s like to dance among the gods as equals.
So every time you were told you were too much, remember this:
It was a compliment.
You had evolved beyond the weak, cowardly culture that tried to hold you back.
Every time you question your worth, your body, your beauty, your strength, your place—remember, those doubts were planted in you by a system desperate to keep you in line.
And the fact that you stood up and stepped out is a testament to your magic.
Let the pages of that false story fall into the fire of your true form.
Let the heat and light blaze into the night as a signal to others: this is what “too much” can do.
I am sorry—for myself and the men I speak for—that we spent so much time chasing a false idea of value in our culture.
I am sorry we forgot to stop and see the gift of the “too much” women standing right in front of us.
I am sorry we became lazy in our own evolution and failed to grow into the “too much” men who could join you in mutual support and healing.
Cheers to the “too much” woman.
May you continue to be so.
Take pride in all your muchness.
I love you.
By Larson Langston
Happy Imbolc! Today was a beautiful and sunny day after a long stretch of very cold and snowy weather. If you look closely, spring is already whispering as the daffodils and crocus begin to peak through the snow and ice.
As I spotted these eager bulbs, they prompted me to reflect on the importance of planting seeds of hope, even in the dark seasons. Even when you don’t feel like it and it doesn’t make sense. Because it is those very seeds that will send you hope in the middle of the darkest winter - when you need it most.