Honey At The Table

This work of women!

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 our works away for nothing.

We are not starving artists. We are not frivolous.

We are creators whose creations 
save lives, mend wounds, change the world.

This work of priestesses and practitioners of every kind is VISIONARY WORK.

Our work is vital. Essential. Needed.

This work of women must include creating livelihood.

This is not easy, quick, fun, or likely.

This may not be accepted or encouraged.

But this is what we must do.

Create an abundance revolution!

We are creating our own path.

We are creating our own marketplace.

We are creating our own money.

We create art.
 We work from the heart.

We deserve to be compensated.

We are creating our own

mystical cosmic luminous overflowing BANK.

A bank that does not cause, contribute to 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 prosper.

Do not stop. Keep going. 
It will almost always seem impossible.

But we make miracles. Believe in you. In us.

Miracles are organizing themselves right now.

Around our dreams, our work, our visions.

Let us go out, armed with what matters

And with the prayers of our Grandmothers, shining!

©2009 Shiloh Sophia McCloud
http://www.shilohsophiastudios.com/this-work-of-women-is-visionary-work/

“Believe it or not, the notions of free will and destiny are not mutually exclusive.

Predestination is the universal framework of limits (based on natural physical laws) placed upon us.

Free will is our infinite ability to make choices within that framework.

Because the universal scale is so great—and most of it constitutes an undiscovered frontier—our choices are only limited by our knowledge, our abilities, and our imagination.

To put it simply, the world is such a huge playground sandbox that we will never run out of sand or reach the faraway safety fence of destiny.

So go out there and play!”
~ Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Invitation

by Mary Oliver

Oh do you have time
to linger
for just a little while
out of your busy

and very important day
for the goldfinches
that have gathered
in a field of thistles

for a musical battle,
to see who can sing
the highest note,
or the lowest,

or the most expressive of mirth,
or the most tender?
Their strong, blunt beaks
drink the air

as they strive
melodiously
not for your sake
and not for mine

and not for the sake of winning
but for sheer delight and gratitude—
believe us, they say,
it is a serious thing

just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in the broken world.
I beg of you,

do not walk by
without pausing
to attend to this
rather ridiculous performance.

It could mean something.
It could mean everything.
It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote:
You must change your life.

— from Red Bird: Poems by Mary Oliver

Desire

 

“You Don’t Have to Be Pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.”

~ Diana Vreeland

 

The Journey 

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver

 

“Whatever you are looking for can only be found inside of you.”

~ Rumi