Art by Joyce Huntington
Category Archives: Quotes
“Step closer to the story that scares you~ the one that has you gasping for air in the night, searching for ground. This one wants to take you past the lip of the void to the birthplace of stars, where all stories dissolve into the blessing of original song. Turn your wild horses out into the fields in the morning, when first light purples the hills. They are hungry for this earth under hoof, this thunder of full gallop. They may trample all the places you have so carefully tended. They may leave you in a cloud of dust. And yet, this is the only way they will return to you truly, without a fence to keep them in. Leap into the love that terrifies— you know just what it will do. It will un-hinge every door in your house. It will blow in like a hurricane and re-arrange your furniture. It will howl like a banshee through your bones and leave you delightfully hollow. Without this love you are only playing at this life– and you are so tired of that! Let the current lift you out of the churning eddy. There is only one place where this river flows— through slot canyons and the eyes of midnight, through singing valleys and greening glens. These holy waters will have their way with you. They are dreaming you into a body of light. Why fight what you most long for?” ~ Laura Weaver
Art by Andrew Ferez
Thanks to Dreamwork with Toko-pa for the quote.
“What must I give more death to today, in order to generate more life? What do I know should die, but am hesitant to allow to do so? What must die in me in order for me to love? What not-beauty do I fear? Of what use is the power of the not-beautiful to me today? What should die today? What should live? What life am I afraid to give birth to? If not now, when?” ~Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Art by Salvador Dali
Source: Dreamwork with Toko-pa
“We locked up our wisdom into our bones And swallowed the keys They sank in our rivers of blood And we forgot the maps Because we had to forget the mysteries To keep them safe. We wove our hair into brooms And swept over our paths And then burned the earth with our rage We didn’t teach our children It was the only way to protect them, we thought But in them we planted seeds, seeds and keys And told them stories and riddles and songs With no roots, just tangled threads That would take years to unwind Just enough time For the rains to fall again and put out the fires For the dams to break For the rivers to flood For the paths to be walked again For the soil to breathe And as the old bones crumble Deep beneath the rubble We find we’ve always had the keys Our stories and our maps Our paths are revealed to some And the seeds grow again The threads are unspun And woven again” ~Amara Bronwyn, Hollow Bones
Art by Leo and Diane Dillon
“Artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact.” ~William S. Burroughs
“If our hearts are ready for anything, we are free to be ourselves. There’s room for the wildness of our animal selves, for passion and play. There’s room for our human selves, for intimacy and understanding, creativity and productivity. There’s room for spirit, for the light of awareness to suffuse our moments. The Tibetans describe this confidence to be who we are as ‘the lion’s roar.'” ~ Tara Brach, True Refuge
Art by Dan May
“May we have the courage to take the step Into the unknown that beckons us; Trust that a richer life awaits us there, That we will lose nothing But what has already died; Feel the deeper knowing in us sure Of all that is about to be born beyond The pale frames where we stayed confined, Not realizing how such vacant endurance Was bleaching our soul’s desire.” ~John O’Donohue
Art by NC Wyeth
“As a woman I have no country. As a woman I want no country. As a woman, my country is the whole world.” ~Virginia Woolf
“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.” ~William Blake
“There are no ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people. Some are a little better or a little worse, but all are activated more by misunderstanding than malice. A blindness to what is going on in each other’s hearts… nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That is the way we all see …each other in life. Vanity, fear, desire, competition– all such distortions within our own egos– condition our vision of those in relation to us. Add to those distortions to our own egos the corresponding distortions in the egos of others, and you see how cloudy the glass must become through which we look at each other. That’s how it is in all living relationships except when there is that rare case of two people who love intensely enough to burn through all those layer of opacity and see each other’s naked hearts.” ~ Tennessee Williams
Art by Sasha Fantom
Under The Blue Door 