A love letter from those who have passed on… 

Take the love you have for me 

And radiate it outwards 

Allowing it to touch and impact others

Take the memory you have of me 

And use it as a source of inspiration

To live fully, meaningfully and intentionally  

Take the image you have of me in your mind 

And allow it to fuel you 

To take action 

Seize the day

And be reminded of what is most important in life 

Take the care you have for me 

And let it remind you 

To care for yourself fully 

And shower yourself with your own love 

And take the pain and grief you feel

Following my loss 

And alchemize it into 

Love, compassion and beauty 

Build a castle

From the wreckage of my passing 

And allow it to unlock your greatness and potential

And empower you to become more than you ever thought you were capable of being 

And know that I can never truly leave you 

And will always remain beside you 

Watching over you in spirit 

And that the love I have for you lives on 

Through the connections you form 

The kindness and compassion you share 

And the future relationships and friendships you cultivate. 

And until we are one day reunited 

I will remain with you 

Through the storms and chaos of life

And am always beside you 

Walking with you, laughing with you, crying with you and smiling with you

And I am proud of you for being strong 

I am proud of you for being brave 

And I am proud of you for being you.

Tahlia Hunter

Calling on the Moon

You are a poem with breath

The wing of a dragonfly

Healing rain from the soul of existence

Calling on to the moon 

To let her magic feel the heart of mother earth

Together, creating ebbs and flows

Manna from heaven falling upon lovers in ecstasy 

The altar of love becoming the cradle of noble souls

Doing the sacred work

Healing

Aligning with the winds of peace

Penetrating roots crawling to crevices that hurt

Oceans overflowing with justice...

Love...

So much love

And forgiveness 

Acceptance of what can't be changed

Becoming whole 

Belonging with skin and bones 

To the evolved human nobility of soul and self...

There is no other way

This is the way

The only way

To survive 

To become

To be.

.....................

Poem by  Corina Luna Dea

Archaeology for the Woman's Soul

Accept

I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. 

And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. 

You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you ..

~ C. JoyBell C. ~

Artist Credit : Holly Sierra

You May Be Gone

YOU MAY BE GONE

You may be gone

but I feel you

when the cool breeze 

brushes past

You may be gone

but I hear you

when the music plays

its last

You may be gone

but I know you 

as a painter knows 

their art

You may be gone

but I feel you

right here in 

my heart

You may be gone

but your laughter 

is still my 

favourite sound 

You may be gone 

but my darling 

you’re ever

all around.

Donna Ashworth

From ‘LOSS: poems to better weather the many waves of grief’ 

 #grief #griefawareness

Some of the sunrises on the Farm I call Sen Acres

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IN REST THEY REMEMBER

Some people are slowly taken,

to the other realm.

Not physically, but mentally. 

Memory by memory,

they are moved from us,

like a painstakingly slow house-flit.

Boxes full of life,

chapters, people, loves.

All packed into a van, 

to wait their arrival on the other side

And as these parts are removed,

those left feel lonelier daily. 

As though their love is already leaving them.

It is a painful departure, my friends,

this much is sadly true.

But I like to think of the person we knew, 

reaching the other side,

finally, 

once more whole. 

And upon arrival they see their boxes, 

awaiting them so long,

and they open them up, 

the chapters, the memories, the loves,

and reunite with them again.

I can feel that heartfelt joy 

and it brings me joy too.

They are not lost for long, 

though it may feel so.

In rest, 

they remember it all.

Donna Ashworth

Mothers and Daughters

👉Daughters are not responsible for the emotional stability of their mothers. 

🔥When we are able to face the fact that we are powerless, as daughters, to heal our mothers, we can do the mourning that is necessary to move on and finally step into our power and live authentic, joyful, abundant lives... without guilt. 

It’s a tragedy that some mothers actively manipulate their daughters out of their own unconscious feelings of deprivation and fears of abandonment. 

And it’s a tragedy that some daughters miss the opportunity to step into their empowered selfhood out of a feeling of paralyzing guilt toward their mothers. 

💡The deprived child within a mother may be looking to her daughter for the emotional nourishment that she never received from her own mother. 

This is one of the ways that the Mother Wound gets passed down. 

👀 Mothers are not served by their daughters’ self-sacrifice and codependency with them. It perpetuates their stuck-ness and denial. 

And it is detrimental to the daughter; it directly hampers her ability to confidently embrace her own separate self.

Each adult daughter in this situation must reflect on what she is and is not willing to do and accept in relationship with her mother and respectfully communicate that. 

It is an individual choice, and it can take time to figure out where your boundaries lie. 

💜Ultimately, the daughter has to be loyal and true to herself first and foremost. 

Ironically, this is what every mother in her healthy state would want for her daughter: to be good to herself and do what is best for her. 

When a mother has unresolved trauma and early unmet developmental needs, it can be difficult for her to see this. 

🖤 But the truth is ALWAYS that her adult daughter is a sovereign, separate, independent adult who has the right to say no without guilt.

AS TIME GOES BY

As time goes by,

You will loosen your grip on that rock,

The one you always thought was home,

And you will realise that home is not a place,

It’s a state of mind.

Let it go.

As times goes by,

You will learn to see yourself more clearly,

The girl who was always too much of one thing,

And too little of another, was actually

Everything she needed to be.

Let her out.

As time goes by,

You will let the simple things become the big,

And you will allow the big things to become the simple,

And that readjustment will be, 

The day you really start to live,

Let it be.

As time goes by,

You will be forced to say goodbye many times,

And your soft little heart will shatter but,

It will still beat and that will bring you,

All the purpose you need.

Let it beat.

As time goes by,

You will stop choosing wealth over peace,

You will stop choosing money over time,

And you will see that the treasures you need,

Are in the smiles and the laughter.

Let them in.

As times goes by,

The moments you remember when your life flashes past,

Are never the awful memories my friend, it’s the joy,

The summer nights, the lazy days with loved ones,

The midnight chats and the morning hugs,

Let them happen.

Let them all happen.

Donna Ashworth 

    

will you

Will you...

Hold my hand for a little while?

I don’t need you to save me

No need for you to fix anything

No need for you to hold my pain

But will you simply hold my hand?

I do not need your words

Your thoughts

Nor your shoulders to carry me

But will you sit here for a while with me?

Whilst my tears they stream

Whilst my heart it shatters

Whilst my mind plays tricks on me

Will you with your presence let me know that I am not alone, whilst I wander into my inner unknown?

For my darkness is mine to face

My pain is mine to feel

And my wounds are mine to heal

But will you sit with me here, while I courageously show up for it all my dear?

For I am bright because of my darkness

Beautiful because of my brokenness

And strong due to my tender heart

But will you take my hand lovingly, when I sometimes journey into the dark?

I don’t ask for you to take my darkness away

I don’t expect for you to brighten my day

And I don’t believe that you can mend my pain

But I would surely love if you could sit for a while and hold my hand, until I find my way out of my shadowland!

So will you...

Hold my hand until I return again?”~

~Zoe Johansen

@Archaeology for the Woman's Soul