GoDDess GrOOve

11/21/2023

These guys sound pretty good somehow.

09/27/2023

To the ladies ♥️

A circle of women may just be the most powerful force known to humanity.

If you have one, embrace it.
If you need one, seek it.
If you find one, for the love of all that is good and holy, dive in.

Hold on. Love it up. Get vulnerable.
Let them see you.
Let them hold you.
Let your reluctant tears fall.
Let yourself rise fierce and love gentle.

You will be changed.
The very fabric of your being will be altered by this, if you allow it. Please, please allow it.

🖋Author|Jeanette LeBlanc

🎨Artist|Itzchak Tarkay

05/23/2023

Lovely group of women! Really enjoyed their dance temple workshop.

01/30/2023

Meet Madam Jeanne Louise Calment, who had the longest confirmed human lifespan: 122 years, 164 days. Apparently, fate strongly approved of the way she lived her life. She was born in Arles, France, on February 21, 1875. The Eiffel Tower was built when she was 14 years old. It was at this time she met Vincent van Gogh. "He was dirty, badly dressed, and disagreeable," she recalled in an interview given in 1988.
When she was 85, she took up fencing, and still rode her bike when she reached 100. At the age of 114, she starred in a film about her life, at age 115 she had an operation on her hip, and at age 117 she gave up smoking, having started at the age of 21 in 1896. She didn't give it up for health reasons; her reason was that she didn't like having to ask someone to help her light a cigarette once she was nearly blind.
In 1965, Jeanne was 90 years old and had no heirs. She signed a deal to sell her apartment to a 47-year-old lawyer called André-François Raffray. He agreed to pay her a monthly sum of 2,500 francs on the condition he would inherit her apartment after she died. However, Raffray not only ended up paying Jeanne for 30 years, but then died before she did at the age of 77. His widow was legally obliged to continue paying Madam Calment until the end of her days.
Jeanne retained sharp mental faculties. When she was asked on her 120th birthday what kind of future she expected to have. Her reply, "A very short one."
Here are the Rules of Life from Jeanne Louise Calment:
"I'm in love with wine."
"All babies are beautiful."
"I think I will die of laughter."
"I've been forgotten by our Good Lord."
"I've got only one wrinkle, and I'm sitting on it."
"I never wear mascara; I laugh until I cry often."
"If you can't change something, don't worry about it."
"Always keep your smile. That's how I explain my long life."
"I see badly, I hear badly, and I feel bad, but everything's fine."
"I have a huge desire to live and a big appetite, especially for sweets."
"I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they're starting to rust and buckle a bit."
"I took pleasure when I could. I acted clearly and morally and without regret. I'm very lucky."
“Being young is a state of mind, it doesn’t depend on one’s body. I’m actually still a young girl, it's just that I haven't looked so good for the past 70 years."
At the end of one interview, the journalist said, "Madame, I hope we will meet again sometime next year." To which Jeanne replied, "Why not? You're not that old; you'll still be here!”
The image with the wings is a piece of art by
L. Lichtenfells

02/02/2022

The short film is about a dangerous form of manipulation. Gaslighting means one person overpowers another by manipulating their perception – through unsettli...

01/22/2022

The inability to receive support from others is a trauma response.

Your “I don’t need anyone, I’ll just do it all myself” conditioning is a survival tactic. And you needed it to shield your heart from abuse, neglect, betrayal, and disappointment from those who could not or would not be there for you.

From the parent who was absent and abandoned you by choice or the parent who was never home from working three jobs to feed and house you.

From the lovers who offered s*xual intimacy but never offered a safe haven that honored your heart.

From the friendships and family who ALWAYS took more than they ever gave.

From all the situations when someone told you “we’re in this together” or “I got you” then abandoned you, leaving you to pick up the pieces when s**t got real, leaving you to handle your part and their part, too.

From all the lies and all the betrayals.

You learned along the way that you just couldn’t really trust people. Or that you could trust people, but only up to a certain point.

Extreme-independence IS. A. TRUST. ISSUE.

You learnt: if I don’t put myself in a situation where I rely on someone, I won’t have to be disappointed when they don’t show up for me, or when they drop the ball... because they will ALWAYS drop the ball EVENTUALLY right?

You may even have been intentionally taught this protection strategy by generations of hurt ancestors who came before you.

Extreme-independence is a preemptive strike against heartbreak.

So, you don’t trust anyone.

And you don’t trust yourself, either, to choose people.

To trust is to hope, to trust is to be vulnerable.

“Never again,” you vow.

But no matter how you dress it up and display it proudly to make it seem like this level of independence is what you always wanted to be, in truth it’s your wounded, scarred, broken heart behind a protective brick wall.

Impenetrable. Nothing gets in. No hurt gets in. But no love gets in either.

Fortresses and armor are for those in battle, or who believe the battle is coming.

It’s a trauma response.

The good news is trauma that is acknowledged is trauma that can be healed.

You are worthy of having support.
You are worthy of having true partnership.
You are worthy of love.
You are worthy of having your heart held.
You are worthy to be adored.
You are worthy to be cherished.
You are worthy to have someone say, “You rest. I got this.” And actually deliver on that promise.
You are worthy to receive.
You are worthy to receive.
You are worthy.

You don’t have to earn it.
You don’t have to prove it.
You don’t have to bargain for it.
You don’t have to beg for it.

You are worthy.
Worthy.
Simply because you exist.

Author ~Jamila White,

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🌀Nicole
Sacred Wild Woman Medicine

🇨🇦 Photo Credit/Artist~ Debra Bernier

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01/09/2022

At a time when many of us feel overwhelmed by the 24/7 demands of the digital world, craft practices, alongside other activities such as colouring books for grown-ups and the up-surge of interest in cooking from scratch and productive home gardens, a

01/05/2022

WHEN YOU LOVE AN ANCIENT SOUL

There is a special type of person in this world that is often misunderstood.

These people tend to be the loners, the free spirits, the innocent lovers. They see the world for all it can and should be.
They are the old souls, the dreamers, the people in tune with life, so intuitive of emotions that they frighten us.

They scare not because of who they are, but because of who we are not, what we lack.
Ancient souls reach depths we cannot understand. They have a connection to the Universe, to nature, and that's why they are the people who are going to change the world.

Their touch is unusual, their s*x is unusual, their clarity of view is unusual.
We often feel inferior, as if we have to strive to be even remotely close to their level, to be worthy of their love.

It takes a confident person to love an old soul.
But it's worth it.
It will change your life.

They are romantic, they are loyal, they help us grow, they are not materialistic, they understand the deep connections in life, they are grateful, they are examples of bravery.

They walk the most painful roads of this life, and yet somehow they find the courage to smile, to be selfless, to support others.
Loving an old soul and being loved by them is a gift from the Universe!

🙏 Gratitude to the Unknown Author

Shared with Love
🌀Nicole
Sacred Wild Woman Medicine

Artist/Photo Credit~ Debra Bernier

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01/04/2022

This looks amazing!

The 2022 Annual Visioning Process and Workbook with Rebecca Campbell has been done by over 2500 all around the world.

01/01/2022

Life at Midlife

I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness. I believe, I Believe.

Author : Mary Anne Perrone

Photo: Ingmari Lamy
Photo Artist: Lina Michal

12/31/2021

“Self-care is often a very unbeautiful thing.

It is making a spreadsheet of your debt and enforcing a morning routine and cooking yourself healthy meals and no longer just running from your problems and calling the distraction a solution.

It is often doing the ugliest thing that you have to do, like sweat through another workout or tell a toxic friend you don’t want to see them anymore or get a second job so you can have a savings account or figure out a way to accept yourself so that you’re not constantly exhausted from trying to be everything, all the time and then needing to take deliberate, mandated breaks from living to do basic things like drop some oil into a bath and read Marie Claire and turn your phone off for the day.

A world in which self-care has to be such a trendy topic is a world that is sick. Self-care should not be something we resort to because we are so absolutely exhausted that we need some reprieve from our own relentless internal pressure.

True self-care is not salt baths and chocolate cake, it is making the choice to build a life you don’t need to regularly escape from.

And that often takes doing the thing you least want to do.

It often means looking your failures and disappointments square in the eye and re-strategizing. It is not satiating your immediate desires. It is letting go. It is choosing new. It is disappointing some people. It is making sacrifices for others. It is living a way that other people won’t, so maybe you can live in a way that other people can’t.

It is letting yourself be normal. Regular. Unexceptional. It is sometimes having a dirty kitchen and deciding your ultimate goal in life isn’t going to be having abs and keeping up with your fake friends. It is deciding how much of your anxiety comes from not actualizing your latent potential, and how much comes from the way you were being trained to think before you even knew what was happening.

If you find yourself having to regularly indulge in consumer self-care, it’s because you are disconnected from actual self-care, which has very little to do with “treating yourself” and a whole lot do with parenting yourself and making choices for your long-term wellness.

It is no longer using your hectic and unreasonable life as justification for self-sabotage in the form of liquor and procrastination. It is learning how to stop trying to “fix yourself” and start trying to take care of yourself… and maybe finding that taking care lovingly attends to a lot of the problems you were trying to fix in the first place.

It means being the hero of your life, not the victim. It means rewiring what you have until your everyday life isn’t something you need therapy to recover from. It is no longer choosing a life that looks good over a life that feels good. It is giving the hell up on some goals so you can care about others. It is being honest even if that means you aren’t universally liked. It is meeting your own needs so you aren’t anxious and dependent on other people.

It is becoming the person you know you want and are meant to be. Someone who knows that salt baths and chocolate cake are ways to enjoy life – not escape from it.”
-Brianna Wiest
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[Illustration: Yaoyao Ma Van As Art ]

12/31/2021

12/09/2021

10/02/2021

MY BODY!

I JUST GOT FAT

I have not seen her for more than 3 years…

She was an old friend. It was just a chance meeting. My husband, me, her, all awkward and stressed for different reasons as we sat in the doctor's office.
She opened fast, hit hard. (did she even know she was throwing a punch?)
“So, how are things? Ooo, I know why you must be here!” Her eyes noticeably drop to my belly. An eyebrow goes up.
“No.” I reply “I am not pregnant”

“Oh… wow” the look on her face says more than any words could…

In the face of that judgemental, damning look, I feel as if I should finish my sentence with a jovial - I just got fat.
To show that I am A-OK. That her complete dismissal of anything but my appearance is just a joke shared amongst friends. That it is totally, like FINE for her to open a conversation with a comment about my body. That it is totally NORMAL and I am absolutely OK with being taken apart like that. That my body is open for anyone’s commentary - and I am just the jovial bystander.
But I can’t
I can’t even breathe.
A hot wash of shame floods my face.
Yep, 5 years on, I am still carrying “baby weight”
Yep, at 46, I have gained weight steadily as I head into menopause early.
My mouth fills up with all the lines, the excuses, socially acceptable reasons as to why I am no longer a socially acceptable shape - I abandon myself in that moment.
I can’t say a word..
The doctor calls her next
“So good to see you” she throws over her shoulder as she leaves the wreckage of my self esteem strewn all over the waiting room floor.

I pick a point on the wall and stare. I work myself through the litany of body positive statements I give other women.
“I am beautiful, just as I am” (you were more beautiful 20 kilos ago)
“My body is an amazing gift” (Hope you are having a party, cause there is enough presence to go around)

I hear my husband audibly exhale.

I am too ashamed to look at him. I am paralysed by another woman’s judgement, casually stamped upon my body. My husband witness to the event.

“I had no idea women would do that to one another. I do not even have words for what that was. Did that just happen? What the f**k was that? I am so sorry I did nothing - I think I was too shocked to act quick enough.”

He is so incredibly sweet. I want to reassure him that even if you have had 46 years of knowing that women do, indeed, measure, treat, compare, slander, shame and treat one another this way, it does not lessen the shock, nor make you better prepared for the f**king emotional slaughtering.

Because we do
Because we, somehow, feel that we have the right.
Because we have grown and been incubated in a culture that insists that a woman’s worth, still, lies within the perfect appearance of her body.
Because we give zero value to the true work that a body does.

Instead of passing comment and judgment on the external look of my body, ask me for the stories of what my body has actually allowed me to do in the last three years (aside from “putting on weight”)

This body has given me so much…
This body transitioned from child bearing to the beginnings of menopausal crone wisdom.
This body held the hand of her son, as he tried to leave this life
This body held the heart of so, so many women as they tried so hard to stay with this life
This body has let me jump in wild icy rivers, ride fast motorbikes, hike deserted forest trails and dance like a gypsy.
This body has held me safe while I transmuted generations of trauma
This body has held me while I grieved the last of my lineage.
This body has danced me, moved me, breathed me, loved me, and never, not for a moment, abandoned me, as I moved through the last three years of my life.

This body. MY body.
And in that one simple moment, I did not defend my body. I bowed under the weight of conditioning, I abandoned my body to a culture that would have us in shame and out of relationship with our most important ally.

This has to stop.
There is no prize for being disconnected, afraid and ashamed. And there is no prize for making another person feel this way.
We must take a moment, go deeper, look closer, get curious, see what a gift our bodies are, in all their permutations & seasons. We must celebrate ourselves, and above all, we must celebrate one another. I cannot stand by and watch another generation of girls learn this dissatisfaction & cruelty - to themselves as well as each other.
We must show them a better way, it must start with us.
And it must start now.