#FromTheMinaret . . . Pressure creates beautiful things.

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The Sheikh asked me, “ What is the cheapest rock on this planet ? “
I replied, “ Coal “.

And what is the most costly one ? “
I replied, “Diamond “.
The Sheikh further asked, “ And what are both made of ? “
I answered, “ Carbon “.

He continued, “ That is right and you know what is the only difference between the two ? “ ” Pressure “.

Pressure creates beautiful things and when Allah (swt) tests you with different situations, it is because He wants to shape you into the most beautiful thing possible. “

~Sufi Saying

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One of the risks of being quiet.

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“One of the risks of being quiet is that other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story—not always one that’s true to who we are.”

~Sophia Dembling

Art: Alessandra Pisano

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Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world.

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Everything you see has its roots
in the unseen world.
The forms may change,
yet the essence remains the same.
Every wondrous sight will vanish,
every sweet word will fade.
But do not be disheartened,
The Source they come from is eternal
growing, branching out,
giving new life and new joy ..

~ Rumi ~

Artist Credit : Anne Marie Bone
https://www.annmariebone.com/

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That ancestor lives in our DNA

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Becoming a person of the plants … is a remembering process. Somewhere in our ancestral line, there was someone that lived deeply connected to the Earth, the Elements, the Sun, Moon and Stars. That ancestor lives inside our DNA, dormant, unexpressed, waiting to be remembered and brought back to life to show us the true nature of our indigenous soul.

~ Sajah Popham 💚

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The Glory of Friendship…

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“The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to trust you with a friendship.”


Ralph Waldo Emerson

Richard Edward Miller – Afternoon Tea, 1910.

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Midweek Inspiration . . . A smudging prayer.

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𝗔 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗗𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗥𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥
𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬

May your hands be cleansed,
that they create beautiful things.

May your feet be cleansed,
that they might take you
where you most need to be.

May your heart be cleansed,
that you might hear its messages clearly.

May your throat be cleansed,
that you might speak rightly
when words are needed.

May your eyes be cleansed,
that you might see the signs
and wonders of the world.

May this person and space
be washed clean by the
smoke of these fragrant plants.

And may that same smoke carry our prayers,
spiraling to the heavens…

Blessings Flourish.

image | Unknown

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#TenderTuesday . . . It was not witches who burned

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“IT WAS NOT WITCHES WHO BURNED.”

It was not witches who burned.
It was women.
Women who were seen as
Too beautiful
Too outspoken
Had too much water in the well (yes, seriously)
Who had a birthmark
Women who were too skilled with herbal medicine
Too loud
Too quiet
Too much red in her hair
Women who had a strong nature connection
Women who danced
Women who sung
or anything else, really.

ANY WOMAN WAS AT RISK BURNING IN THE SIXTEEN HUNDREDS
Sisters testified and turned on each other when their babies were held under ice.

Children were tortured to confess their experiences with “witches” by being fake executed in ovens.

Women were held under water and if they float, they were guilty and executed.

If they sunk and drowned they were innocent.
Women were thrown off cliffs.

Women were put in deep holes in the ground.

The start of this madness was years of famine, war between religions and lots of fear.

The churches said that witches, demons and the devil did exist and women were nothing but trouble.

As we see even today, there is often a scapegoat created, and the chaos escalated in Sweden when the Bible became law and everything that did not line up with what the church said became lethal.

The Bible fanaticism killed thousands of women.
Everything connected to a women became feared, especially her sexuality.
It became labeled as dark and dangerous and was the core of the witch trials through out the world.

Why do I write this?

Because I think the usage of words are important, especially when we are doing the work to pull these murky, repressed and forgotten about stories to the surface.

Because knowing our history is important when we are building the new world.

When we are doing the healing work of our lineages and as women. To give the women who were slaughtered a voice, to give them redress and a chance of peace.

It was not witches who burned.

It was “women.”


~Fia Forsström

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When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden…

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When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh and still, the fair face of every flower salutes me with a silent joy. . . . All the cares, perplexities, and griefs of existence, all the burdens of life slip from my shoulders and leave me with the heart of a little child that asks nothing beyond the present moment of innocent bliss.


~ Celia Thaxter

~ Art by Jim Rodgers

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