Happy Canada Day

Lonely be not in your own company

For how others can enjoy it

If you grow weary of yourself?

Rather embrace your Magnificence

Make love to your Soul...

Delight in your madness for the world

Be ecstatic

Be bold

Stand in your inner fire

Mend your wounds

Flow like a river

Be ravaged by possibilities

Hold in your arms every piece of your heart

And remember,

You are made of star stuff...

Breath within Breath

Embodiment of Grace

Creator of Creation

Eternal...

Everlasting...

Without beginning and end...

So tell me, is it truly possible

Not to fall in love

With Nature's perfect creation?

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Poem by Archaeology for the Woman's Soul

Corina

Mothers Day

I Mother

I sit with you in the dance of life

I hold you close to my heart,

Mothers...

All of you, sisters with large hearts

For none of us is childless

None of us is fruitless

Cat mamas

Gardeners--

Hope Givers

Writers and Dancers

Our branches hold her--

The Great Mother birthed us to mother

Not to give birth

But to mother

The Self

The self of others

The roots, the canopy--

Those ancient sites that know stories

Of becoming

Being

Belonging

Mothering...

Nurturing

Walking the labyrinth

Arriving at center with arms full of dreams

For a new world

Mothers never putting her babies underground

We mother...

Words

Poems

Visions of peace

Within and without

Walking the face of the Earth as who we are

Mothers mothering our mothers

Sisters sistering each other

Holding hearts

Making Souls with the essence of presence

We see each other

We mother each other

Mothering the bones of our ancient mothers

We heal, we become, we belong

We free the souls of generations to come...

They will never know the cost of unmothering

We paid the price

Doing the soul work

Forgiving, storing love in the story of life

For our children to deep their hearts in

And never know how it feels to be unmothered.

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Poem by Corina Andronache

Archaeology for the Woman's Soul

Happy Birthday Jason

First day of Spring

waiting patiently for the flowers to bloom

To my sons

My Sons

You two are the greatest thing that ever happened to me. There is nothing I'd rather see than your happiness. I'm so proud of the person you've become, and no matter what happens in life, I want you to know I love you more than anything 🥰❤️

Celebrating International Women's Day! 🙏🫶

Even a single positive action lifting another woman up creates a ripple effect that carries on far beyond the original act and has an impact that’s difficult to measure. When you lift another woman up, you inspire others around you to do the same. And those opportunities continue to be passed on.

~ Molly Galbraith, Strong Women Lift Up

Walk away

When someone asked why I no longer speak to a certain person, I gave an honest answer. Their response? “Why don’t you be the bigger person and reach out?”

People often confuse being the bigger person with constantly reopening old wounds, hoping for a different outcome. But real growth means knowing when to step back. It means recognizing when a relationship has become toxic, when conversations lead nowhere, and choosing peace over endless cycles of frustration.

Reaching out over and over, only to be met with the same disrespect, broken trust, or unresolved issues, is draining. Being the bigger person doesn’t mean tolerating mistreatment—it means prioritizing your own well being. It’s okay to leave behind relationships that no longer serve you, to protect your peace, and to love people from a distance when closeness only brings chaos. Some chapters don’t need revisiting and some doors are meant to stay closed.

~ Empaths, Old Souls & Introverts

Ghosts

There are ghosts that dwell not in shadows, but in sunlight. They live in the cadence of your laughter, the way you stir your coffee, the phrases you borrow without thinking. They are the echoes of those who shaped you, loved you, and left their fingerprints on your soul—even if they’re no longer here to hold your hand.

Whose laughter still lives in your voice?

Maybe it’s your grandmother’s mischievous chuckle when you tease a friend.

Or your father’s booming grin that erupts from your own throat during a bad joke.

Perhaps it’s the friend who taught you how to be brave, their courage now a quiet hum in your choices.

These are the emotional ghosts we carry—not as burdens, but as sacred heirlooms.

They ache, yes. But oh, how they glow.

They remind us that love outlives time, distance, even death. That to miss someone is to honor how deeply they mattered.

So today, let’s speak their names into the light.

Whose ghost do you carry gently?

Is it a melody they hummed, a recipe they swore by, a stubbornness you inherited?

We are all mosaics of those we’ve loved.

Their shards live in us—sharp, shimmering, and unbreakable.

-Written by Etheric Echoes

WATER

Bringing Water

We walk around

unsure of ourselves,

struggling to keep it together,

wondering how we will keep it together

inside this single body, single mind and single heart.

It can be a mess in here with our

seasonal monsoons, periods of drought,

plagues of broken trust, of loss and grief,

of heartbreak and illness and

unforeseen meteor strikes where known

worlds are ending within our midst.

Oh, how we carry this weather,

these scourges, around.

You would never know.

We can look so perfect and yet be in such distress.

But someone else should know.

I hope you have someone you can trust to know.

Someone to whom you can say,

Hey, look, I have discovered I am human

and full of need.

Will you listen?

Because I don’t know what I need,

only that I am in need.

Perhaps there is no cure,

(in fact, I know there is no cure,

the only cure being death

and we are much too young for that)

but the only remedy is to have a witness,

to let the truth of your innermost being collide with the air,

to meet the eardrums and heart of the person beside you,

someone waiting at the door, feeling honored to be let in.

Because aren’t we all just sitting on the edge of our seats,

exhilarated by the chance to hear and share

the most terrible and wonderful truths

there are to be lived in this lifetime,

wondering how everyone else is faring

under these conditions of having been born.

These truths are as essential as water--

that we need each other,

need to take turns being strong for each other,

that we are a mess of confusion at times,

that there is no cure, only to bear witness, to ask for witness,

and the best we can offer is to walk to the river together,

in both sacred silence and with sacredly spoken trust.

To offer the little medicine we have, to say:

I will sit with you.

I will fetch a glass of water,

and until you can name your needs and tell your truths,

I will keep lifting this possibility, this connection, this water,

up to your dry and thirsty and very human lips.

Laurel Trautwei

Hope is already here,

woven into the fabric of your days.

It’s in the sun’s warmth on your skin,

the laughter of a friend,

the quiet promise of tomorrow.

It doesn’t need to rise or be found—

it simply is,

steady and unwavering,

like a star that shines even when you forget to look up.

It’s the gentle hand that guides you forward,

not because you’re lost,

but because the path ahead is worth taking.

It’s the voice that whispers,

“You’re stronger than you know,”

not to fix you,

but to remind you of the light you already carry.

Hope isn’t about darkness or struggle;

it’s about the quiet joy of a new morning,

the kindness of a stranger,

the way life keeps surprising you

with moments of beauty and connection.

It’s the belief that good things are always unfolding,

even when you can’t see them yet.

So let hope be what it is—

a constant, gentle presence,

a reminder that the world is still full of wonder,

and that you, exactly as you are,

are a part of that wonder.

Brighter days are not something you have to chase;

they’re already on their way to meet you.

And when they arrive,

you’ll find that hope was there all along,

walking beside you,

lighting the way.

~ Etheric Echoes

Happy Family Day!