Playing on my phone a little. Decided to test a sketch app. I’m definitely more a fingers in the messy to turn it beautiful, kind of person, but the app is very handy and portable. I may do more to this picture at some point, but for a few minutes of doodling it’s cute.
May you have quiet creative moments to explore and calm your soul.
Om Shanti
She was hungry
She was thirsty
Because she worked
So damn hard
Worked to eliminate
Process
All our toxic
Missteps and misdeeds
Clean up our messes
Create our food
And make sense of
Senseless
Never getting a break
Because breaks were
Based upon
What we thought
She needed
Not being in her role
We had no idea
Because she was
Starved
Of love
Never able to drink
Life
She didn't even know
You can't speak up
If you don't know
What to say to
IF
You've been told it's
Not worthy
Why bother
And it's hard to feel
What maybe was but
Maybe was never
Really
Felt
To begin with
Because she was fed
Substances
Masquerading
As food
That really
Weren't
She starved even more
Because she was
Treated with
Chemicals
All wrong
She got sicker
We all were
And we all are
We're all divine
Warriors
She Ra
Ass kickers
Starving and
Thirsty
Great Mother
Is suffering
The ultimate
Divine Feminine
Is starving and thirsty
We're all doing it
We don't know how to stop
And sometime soon
She's going to
Find
Enough is Enough
Divine masculines
Sent to learn
Charged with helping
Right wrongs
Restore balance
Some
Men with plenty of feminine
And filling that role
Some women with plenty of masculine
Learning both
Some an attempt at an equal blend
We're all learning the
Imbalance
Now how do we fix it?
If like my husband
You Learned just how
Massively hard it really is
Did you do anything about it?
Or did it become your feminine's
Additional burden?
Intentional or not
If wrongs were not righted
If balance remains to be restored
Your job is not done
Momma has had enough
And soon enough
Everyone will know
For certain
Exactly what that means
Give momma
What she needs
~ Treasa Cailleach
It has been told
Many religions say
There was a great flood
Nearly all life was lost
Momma was hungry
Momma was thirsty
The flood waters
Quenched
The dead
Nourished
Everything small
Feeds
The larger
We are food
To that which
Is larger
When balance is
Lost
Balance
Will be restored
It just is
We did contribute
To imbalance
Now
We must contribute
To balance
All of us will
In some way
Living is determined
On efforts made
To restore
Balance
I'm doing
My best
It's my part
And I know
My momma
Knows
Are you?
~ Treasa Cailleach
My Hands Are God 