HaileyRoseJones

The Black Madonna = Gaia?

sarahewise:

The Black Madonna is sacredness in matter, the intersection of sexuality and spirituality.

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The Black Madonna’s energy has smoldered. / Rejected by the patriarchy, /  now she is erupting / in the world and in us, / demanding conscious recognition.

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The Black Madonna walked into the kitchen, / munched carrots, and said, / So where are your pearls? / The dreamer replied, / They’re upstairs.

Get them, she said. / The dreamer climbed the stairs. / The pearls were not there. / Shame-faced, the dreamer went downstairs.

Of course you couldn’t find them, she said, / I found them - in a ditch. / You weren’t taking care of them. / It’s the third time I’ve found them. / I won’t bring them back again. / Next time it’s up to you.

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The Black Madonna weeps at times. / At times she is austere. / At times her fierce humor / cuts through our daily madness.

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The Black Madonna is larger than life itself. / Nature impregnated by spirit, / she presides over fertility, sexuality, childbirth. / She accepts her body as chalice for spirit, / presides over the sacredness of matter, / the meeting of sex and spirit. / Rejected by the patriarchy, / her energy has smoldered for generations. / Now she erupts in us and in the world, / demands conscious recognition, / demands redemption of matter. 

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When she comes in a dream, / She may take us on her lap, / put our head beside her heart, / and rock. 

And we know / we have never heard that heartbeat, / never felt so loved. 

Sometimes she is strict. / Her discipline is part of her love. / She knows what she is fighting.

- Marion Woodman

ablacklodge:

Just in case you wanted to know what girls look like shotgunning beers.

(via tryingyourluckwithme)

colettesaintyves:

Contes immoraux, Walerian Borowczyk, 1974.
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colettesaintyves:

Contes immoraux, Walerian Borowczyk, 1974.

(via guiltlessurges)

photography by EVAN BROWNING

collages by DARYA KOSILOVA

(Source: thelabmagazine.com)

What if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
— Anne Lamott (via shigaretto)

(Source: jerfreyy, via domesti-cant)

Shooting some of Consign Couture’s stunning jewelery in an equally stunning vintage hotel in Old Town PDX.
#PDX #oldtown #vintage #Sundaymornings (at Portlandia - Old Town) View high resolution

Shooting some of Consign Couture’s stunning jewelery in an equally stunning vintage hotel in Old Town PDX.
#PDX #oldtown #vintage #Sundaymornings (at Portlandia - Old Town)