by Katy Taylor | Sep 21, 2022 | awakening, earth, mindfulness, poetry, practices, seasons & cycles
Happy Fall Equinox! I arise facing East, I am asking toward the light, I am asking that my day shall be beautiful with light. I am asking that the place where my feet are shall be light, That as far as I can see I shall follow it aright. I am asking for courage...
by Katy | Oct 24, 2019 | awakening, mindfulness, personality, poetry, seasons & cycles, self-care, song, The Feminine
Cutting Loose by William Stafford Sometimes, from sorrow, for no reason, you sing. For no reason, you accept the way of being lost, cutting loose from all else and electing a world where you go where you want to. Arbitrary, sound comes. A reminder that a steady center...
by Katy | Aug 21, 2019 | body, earth, Enneagram, mindfulness, poetry, practices, song
Turn as the earth and move, turn, Circling what [you] love. Whatever circles comes from the center. ~ Rumi Your sacred center. What does that phrase evoke in you? Your sacred center. Where is it? Is it some place in your body? With a...
by Katy | Jul 4, 2019 | awakening, body, earth, poetry, practices, relationship, seasons & cycles, self-care, The Feminine
From all quarters, life on this precious Eairth is desperately calling for the rising of the rooted Feminine—in both women and men. Eairth* and all her creatures are gasping for breath. We lose between 1 and 300 species every day (low to high estimates),...
by Katy | Jun 21, 2019 | earth, goddess, mindfulness, poetry, practices, seasons & cycles, song, The Feminine
The People Today we have gathered and we see that the cycles of life continue. We have been given the duty to live in balance and harmony with each other and all living things. So now, we bring our minds together as one as we give greetings and thanks to each other...
by Katy | Jun 6, 2019 | awakening, body, mindfulness, personality, poetry, practices, seasons & cycles, The Feminine
I trust what this body knows breathing in, breathing out the way home. I trust the ground, which I can stand upon– the earth that rises to meet my feet and gives gently beneath my weight. And I trust that ground which I cannot stand upon– the falling away...
