Tag Archive | womanhood

The Week of Purity #4 . . . .Thus acts the true woman

Because of her finer intuitive ability, the woman more easily assimilates the Will
of the Creator. And then she leads man by the hand, naturally, in that direction, for
the benefit of both and spread of blessings everywhere. Thus acts the true woman,
the woman who honours her femininity, who dignifies it with all her being.

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When a Culture Of Ladies arises

Men and woman are equal under Spiritual Law though they have been designated different
tasks in Creation. A genuine feminine woman is spiritually and intuitively stronger than the
man and her task is too pass on her higher spiritual influence/energy – which in turn can
inspire the man in his activity towards what is noble, True and beautiful.

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I must try to be alone for part of each year…

I must try to be alone for part of each year… 
and part of each day… 
in order to keep my core, my center… 
Women must be still as the axis of a wheel 
in the midst of her activities. 
She must be the pioneer of achieving this stillness, 
not only for her own salvation, but for the salvation 
of family life, of society, perhaps even of our civilization.

~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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And perhaps what made her beautiful was not her appearance…..

And perhaps what made her beautiful was not her appearance or what she achieved , but in her love and in her courage, and her audacity to believe: no matter the darkness around her, light ran bright within her, and that was the way she came alive, and it showed up in everything. ❤️☀

Text & image source: Mitra Shahidi https://www.facebook.com/mitra.shahidi.3

The Hands Of A Warrior

Purple veins strain against the skin.
Pale, translucent, paper thin.
Skinny fingers clawed in monstrous shapes,
Brown spots from years that she can’t erase.

Now wrinkled and fragile, weak and sore,
So many things she can’t do anymore.
Some days she feels she’s been betrayed
By the cruelty of her advancing age.

She rubs her hands to ease the ache
And recalls the life they helped to make.
She looks at them and feels the loss,
Living a life bears a very high cost.

These hands that held her children near,
That gently dried their salty tears.
Hands that held her husband’s tight,
That never let go against the fight.

Miraculous hands that protected and soothed.
Hands, they conveyed her every mood.
Hands so strong they could carry the weight,
That would never give up and never forsake.

Those hands that took little but always gave,
Hands that applauded each achievement made.
Those soft, sweet hands that gently cared,
For those sick or lost in dark despair.

Hands that fussed and fumbled that day
Her husband gave their daughter away.
Those hands holding tight as he slowly died,
Caressing his brow as she stood by his side.

Hands that rocked her grandson to sleep,
That gladly took over when others grew weak.
Hands that once held everyone that she loved,
And prayed for strength to our God above.

Hands that were always so willing to give,
Hands that reveal a life fully lived.
Small, feeble hands, now empty and cold,
These hands that each day will keep growing old.

These hands she now tends to hide away,
These hands that at times make her feel ashamed.
Grotesque and useless in her eyes,
They rest in her lap as she quietly cries.

But I see the hands of a hero so true,
A woman who survived what this life put her through.
A woman whose heart still shimmers like gold,
With the hands of a warrior who made her mark on this world.

More By Pat A. Fleming

Artist Mary Jane Q Cross

Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook

~ Mother ~

~ Mother ~
If I could give you diamonds
for each tear you cried for me.
if I could five you sapphires
for each truth you’ve helped me see.
If I could give you rubies
for the heartache that you’ve known
If I could give you pearls
for the wisdom that you’ve shown.
Then you’ll have a treasure, mother,
that would mount up to the skies
That would almost match
the sparkle in your kind and loving eyes.
But I have no pearls, no diamonds,
As I’m sure you’re well aware
So I’ll give you gifts more precious
My devotion, love and care. ♥♥♥

Text & image credit: Johanna von Bernus @ The Celestial Sanctum


“Give us that grand word ‘woman’ once again, and let’s have done with ‘lady’;
one’s a term full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm, fit for the noblest use
of tongue or pen; and one’s a word for lackeys.”

~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
@: https://www.brainyquote.com/authors/ella_wheeler_wilcox

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#SoftTuesday . . . . Daughter of light!


Daughter of light! thy fairy step
Steals softly over vale and plain,
And with thy bright and joyous smile,
Beauty and life awake again.

~ Mary Ann H. Dodd Shutts (1813–1878), “Spring”

~ Image by Estorbin Estorbin
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