Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The metaphysical shadows us all. The more we open up to the experience the better we will know ourselves. The howl that echos in our souls is ancient and vital. We are sisters and brothers to the four-legged. We must listen and answer their calls.
Our natural instincts have been pushed way down in our psyches. Over thousands of years women in particular have been forced to betray their natures.
We all have a primal instinct for survival. Our wild beauty has been tainted and its painful to endure and painful to watch.
Within every woman there is a natural and wild creature. Creatures with commanding powers, incredible instincts, and an ancient knowing. The gift of the wildish nature is a force we are born with-a force that is rooted deep in our cell memories.
Society and the environment we grew up in have attempted to civilize us and put us in unyielding roles that have stolen and silenced the deep life giving messages of our own souls.
For the sake of our wild souls we must anwser the howl. When wild woman is cornered she comes back biting, she does not surrender, she comes ahead, claws out, she comes out kicking ass!
Moondove
A daughter of Medicine People, Born knowing. Beaten,
Torn and Scattered; I stand before you Unbroken and
Whole. Raised as a Shaman by my Father and my Father's Father I became a Warrior for Great Spirit.
Honed by Healing and tempered by Love I walk the Path
of the Pen. Native and Celtic flow through my Veins. My
philosophies are conjoined in my Heart, and at times in
opposition in my Head.
My Universe is centered in my family; my children stand
at the Core surrounded by the Shell formed by my
Mother, Sisters and their Children, Great Spirit enshrouds us with nature seen and unseen.
Within my grasp is my Staff; it bears many powers,
among them love and light.
The Great Spirit is in my heart with the light that guides
my soul.
moondove
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