Mona Ceniceros, Yogini

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‘To make living itself an art, that is the goal.’
– Henry Miller
https://yorkyogastudio.co.uk
Sun Moon Yoga Mona Ceniceros

02/20/2021

“It is that holy poetry and singing we are after. We want powerful words and songs that can be heard underwater and over land. It is the wild singing we are after, our chance to use the wild language we are learning by heart under the sea. When a woman speaks her truth, fires up her intention and feeling, staying tight with the instinctive nature, she is singing, she is living in the wild breath-stream of the soul. To live this way is a cycle in itself, one meant to go on, go on, go on."

~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes
www.clarissapinkolaestes.com

Art by Josephine Klerks
www.soulartklerks.shop

02/07/2021

"The caged bird sings with a fearful trill,
of things unknown, but longed for still,
and his tune is heard on the distant hill,
for the caged bird sings of freedom."
Maya Angelou - I Know Why The Caged Bird Sing.

Martinus Rørbye - View from the Artist's Window,1825.

02/04/2021

The Wild will call you back.
Through half-remembered dreams
and sunsets painted
in burnt sienna
and vermillion flames
she will call you back home.
The coyotes will wake you
from your sleep
with their clarion call
to keep your eyes
wide open.

How long have you been sleeping?
How much have you forgotten?

The Wild will call you back.
She will hang you upside down
and shake the nonsense
from the pockets
of your mind.
She will strip your soul naked
leaving you raw and exposed
under the searing glare
of the gods.
Offer up the holiness
of your confusion
and questions.
Dress yourself
in fireflies
and attune your senses
to awe
while you learn the slow seduction
of courting your muse.

Brush the stardust from your wings
and wipe the ocean from your eyes.
Flex your claws
dig your roots deep down
into the fertile earth
and show your fangs.
Gather pollen on your legs
and speak
in venom
and honey.
Peel back your colonized tongue
and let it hiss
and purr
and growl
and scream.

Do you remember
how to stalk
as predator
and how to surrender
as prey?

The Wild will call you back.
The owls know your real name
and will call you
from the darkness of night
to dance under the moon.
Crack your heart open
with your ancestors’ bones
and dance in the ecstasy
of your love
and your grief
with flailing limbs
bloody knees
and mud-stained feet.
Braid mugwort into your hair
and dream yourself
awake.

The Wild will call you back.
She will teach you how to die
again and again
and how to die well.
There is no difference
between your funeral pyre
and your birth canal.
Do not bother
to try and stop
the bleeding.
Love with the gentleness
and ferocity
of your whole
soft
tender being.
Feed the spirits
with your beauty
and sweetness
and ask them to show you
the way home.
⠀
~ Gina Puorro
www.ginapuorro.com

Art by Maggie Sharar
Infinite Rebirth
etsy.me/1bZQmmJ

01/03/2021

You are made of the same as thunder and lightning.
Of the galaxies.
The ocean.
The centre of the earth.
Because of that you mend.
You heal.
You live to tell the story.
The song of Mother Earth awakened in your heart the more natural you allow yourself to be. Sure you change for every break along the way.
But in change you redefine your limits.
You are deeper in on the path of the boundless.
You are free because you change.
You are free when you allow your heart to be shattered by life's beauty and tragedy.
Truly there are silver linings everywhere.
Everywhere.
In knowing we mend, and living as though we do and will, we honour the stars that are dead in time but are alight in timelessness forever.
We are realising our light that has always been.
The dark helps us so.
You are timeless.
Say nay to the world of limits knocking on your door.
You don't need corners to hide in.
You were made for open fields. Let the blood you spill nourish the soil, the soul of the earth, below you.
Leave the old, worn carpets you have gotten stuck to behind.
You can mend and you will again and again, as many times as your heart says is needed. Believe nothing else for yourself. Let your living be the thing that mends you.

~S.C Lourie, Open fields

🌀Nicole
Sacred Wild Woman Medicine

Artist~ Autumn Skye Art