Author: Chloe Mae
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A Wild Girls Field Notes and Steps on Finding Freedom
There is a Garden of Eden accessible to us all, it just takes freedom to find. What is Freedom?⌕ The word “freedom” has Germanic origins, stemming from the Old English “frēodōm”. The root word “free” meaning “not in bondage”. The word “free” comes from the Old English frēo/ (verb frēon) meaning “to love, like, honor,…
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Intuitive Astrology: Finding Harmony through Wounds and Ego; Libra Full Moon, Sun Conjuct Chiron, Venus in Pisces
You’re not at war with yourself anymore, sign the peace treaty and reclaim your harmony. This Libra Full Moon has your back.
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Counting Small-Boned Bodies: A Poetic Protest
An after poem, reflection, and collages based on Robert Bly’s poem Counting Small Boned Bodies.
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organ healing
Steeple steel sounds Resonating notes Resonating bones Holding still Controlled Swaying pews Speaking pipes 278 stops Great organ Great Goddess Kali Keys and tones Serenade and bring me home 3/16/2025 ⋆˚࿔ latest posts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆જ⁀➴
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A Day Immersed in Sacred Sound
“Divine sound is the cause of all manifestation. The knower of the mystery of sound knows the mystery of the whole universe.” – Hazrat Inaya Khan Yesterday Summer and l spent the entire day on a journey through the resonances of sacred sound- a full immersion into melody, vibration, story, and the unseen forces that…
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deep blue
There is a deep A deep blue in my soul It’s almost black And sticky like a resin It’s in the cavity behind my ribcage And in the organs of my belly This sap This resin Cries often Tears of tar From years of war Years of fracking this polluted landscape Within in me is…
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woman//wolf
Charging across fields so familiar Perspiration collecting and dawning a pearled necklace across my chest The heaving of my lungs pumps life into me like a tire that’s been deflated for decades —Stiff and sun tanned But happy to be moved again. To go here and there Leaving nothing but my scent To run towards…
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Book Review: Women Who Run with the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés
⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑ This book seems to find itself in the laps of women at times they need it most. Times where the war between her culture and her spirit force her raising of a white flag. She is defeated and disparaged. The catch trap has no intention of releasing his jaws. Exhausted into a numbed state,…
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penumbra
Gentle sweet gentle Water Waves of gravity Carry me My blood So borrowed So stained Sustained Ancestrally muddled Sunshine stolen Burned to the bone Imagined in the soil In the spirit In the songs So long ago Not long ago I watched. 3/3/25
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