“Let me tell you something. Live your truth right out in the open. No hiding or apologizing for who you are. What do you have to lose – the good opinion of others? Believe me, they have no idea how to do life. And if they are looking at you at all when you’re busy living your truth, it is probably with a mixture of curiosity and admiration for the boldness they can’t muster.” ~Jacob Nordby

“You, Beloved Soul, are made of light. The moment you were born the angels cheered as your beautiful soul came into this world. You came into this life to be a vessel of great love. It is not important that you achieve perfection or greatness. Rather, allow your spirit to dance with sweet inspiration and goodness. Whenever possible, sow seeds of kindness, love and encouragement into the world. Help other souls to blossom awake to their own gifts and abilities. And shine love. That is to truly live.” ~Laurel Bleadon-Maffei, Illuminating Souls

“This country assumes that if someone is poor, they are poor because of their own individual blight, or because they weren’t born on the right side of town, or they had too many children, or went in the army too early, or because their father was a drunk, or they didn’t care about school–they made a mistake. That’s a lot of nonsense. Poverty is well calculated in this country, and the reason why the poverty program won’t work is because the calculators of poverty are administering it.” ~ Stokely Carmichael (1966)

We are weaving a new way, Stitching revolutions together, Spinning new worlds from our Wombs, Dreaming back the wild edges of our Souls, Calling forth that what has been lost. We are women of the Womb, Maddened by love into action, We are men of the heart, Softened into surrender, Afraid only of not feeling. We are thinking in a web, Your thread holds mine together. We are taleweavers and troubadours, Telling the words that were broken, Singing the songs of longing. We are weaving a new way, Using the thread of pain, Spinning it back into gold. ~ Seren Swannesha Bertrand

We are weaving a new way, Stitching revolutions together, Spinning new worlds from our Wombs, Dreaming back the wild edges of our Souls, Calling forth that what has been lost. We are women of the Womb, Maddened by love into action, We are men of the heart, Softened into surrender, Afraid only of not feeling. We are thinking in a web, Your thread holds mine together. We are taleweavers and troubadours, Telling the words that were broken, Singing the songs of longing. We are weaving a new way, Using the thread of pain, Spinning it back into gold.  ~ Seren Swannesha Bertrand

Art by Quint Buchholz

“It doesn’t change when we stare at it from across the room. It doesn’t change when we sit in prayer and imagine good things. It doesn’t change when we skirt the edges of the shadow. It changes when we cross the sacred battleground willing to die to our truth. It changes when we look the lie in the eye until it has nowhere left to hide. It changes when we pick up the sword of transformation and cut the falsity until it bleeds. The era of the sacred activist is upon us. Not the warrior run amok, but the benevolent warrior who fights for our right to the light. Not the whining complaining warrior, but the one who actually takes action. Some wars are worth fighting.” ~Jeff Brown

Art by Michael Shapcott