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“Sometimes our light goes out
but is blown into flame
by another human being.
Each of us owes deepest thanks
to those who have rekindled this light.”

-Albert Schweitzer

we celebrated my divine friend juliana‘s birthing*day last night…
with pistachio cake and portugese music.
it was so good to see my women again after the break of the holidays…
when we saw each other again, we held each other tightly, breathing into each other’s embrace.

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louie, juli, bee, debRA, raq, me…

how do i count the blessings of my women’s circle?
these are women who have held me when i am quaking in my boots at the thought of the next courageous leap to take… they have cheered me on and celebrated wildly in my own joys…
they have inspired me with their own courageous living of life ~
whether it be climbing mountains, changing jobs, going to the dark places of the soul, chasing dreams, going home, or allowing oneself to fall deeply in love.
gracefully, they have shared the stories of their lives, and i have learned from them.
they have heard mine. they let me be heard.
they have emPOWERed me each in their own way to honour my inner goddess, to be present, be here, and be real.
there are a thousand magic moments intermelded when i think of these women.
how we laughed last valentine’s day, surrounded by mountains of chocolate and the outpourings of hearts.
how we have walked the labyrinth.
how we have sat in circle, passing the talking stick. around and around. story after story. the deepest of joys, and the biggest of fears.
how we have meditated together. feasted together. created together.

i honour each of them,
and i honour their birthing.

{especially you right now, huli}

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a doormat wandered past last night…

You, my goddess sisters, are the best catch ever.