Georgia O’Keeffe Bleeding Heart 1932

The Bleeding-heart
by Mary Oliver

I know a bleeding-heart plant that has thrived
for sixty years if not more, and has never
missed a spring without rising and spreading
itself into a glossy bush, with many small red
hearts dangling. Don’t you think that deserves
a little thought? The woman who planted it
has been gone for a long time, and everyone
who saw it in that time has also died or moved
away and so, like so many stories, this one can’t
get finished properly. Most things that are
important, have you noticed, lack a certain
neatness. More delicious, anyway, is to
remember my grandmother’s pleasure when
the dissolve of winter was over and the green
knobs appeared and began to rise, and to cre-
ate their many hearts. One would say she was
a simple woman, made happy by simple
things. I think this was true. And more than
once, in my long life, I have wished to be her.

Spiral 2012 by Drea Jensen

Spiraling into the center, the center of the shield.
Spiraling into the center, the center of the shield.
I am the weaver, I am the woven one.
I am the dreamer, I am the dream.

The Well Rising
BY WILLIAM E. STAFFORD

The well rising without sound,
the spring on a hillside,
the plowshare brimming through deep ground
everywhere in the field—

The sharp swallows in their swerve
flaring and hesitating
hunting for the final curve
coming closer and closer—

The swallow heart from wingbeat to wingbeat
counseling decision, decision:
thunderous examples. I place my feet
with care in such a world.

Poignant 2012

Looking back on what you have done can bring up many emotions. When sadness is seen in your past, look to the future and make it as positive as you can.

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Helen Frankenthaler

“It is not about just my evolution, it is HER evolution; any time a woman empowers herself through some action or inaction, no matter how seemingly small, the evolution of women takes a step forward, mass consciousness moves…”

By Shiloh Sophia McCloud

We are at the threshold.
We are going to see change.
If we can create the vision in our heart,
It will spread.

As women of wisdom we cannot be divided.
As bringers of Light, we have no choice but to join together.

~ Agnes Baker Pilgrim

“What is art but life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?”

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

This Work of Women by Shiloh McCloud

Yes. It is time for a revolution of women and path,
women and money, women and business, women and art,
women and marketplace.
We do not choose to give away
our works for nothing.
We are not starving or frivolous artists.
We are creators whose creations
save lives, heal the world, heal wounds.
This work of women, priestesses and practitioners of every
kind is VISIONARY WORK.
Your work is vital. Essential. Needed. This work
of women must include creating livelihood. This is
not easy, quick, fun nor likely. This is not accepted
or encouraged. But this is what we must do:
Create and abundance revolution
We must create our own path.
We must create our own money.
We must create art.
We must create our own marketplace.
We must be compensated.
We are creating our own mystical cosmic luminous
overflowing BANK.
A bank that does not cause,
contribute or condone
the suffering of others for profit.
A women’s bank. Believe it. Create it.
Deposit into it. Draw from it.
Invite other women into it.
Enter the income stream in your little
golden boat and dream
and work and pray and play
and do not stop. Keep going.
It will almost always seem impossible.
But we will make miracles.
Miracle are organizing themselves around our dreams
our work, our visions,
right now.
Let us go out, armed with what matters
and the prayers of our grandmothers,
shining.

By Shiloh Sophia McCloud, 2008 Copyright – The Heart of the Visionary

Celebrating Independence Day gives each of us a chance to celebrate our country and what it stands for and the progress we have made. We are also able to celebrate our own independence from ignorance. Hooray!
~ Maya Angelou