To Tell A Woman That Any Part Of Her Is Inherently Masculine Is To Tell A Woman That She Possesses Qualities

“Alle complexiteiten van de wereld zijn slechts de draaiingen van een labyrint, en in het centrum bevindt zich het vurige rozenhart van onze Moeder, brandend van volmaakte liefde.”

De Heldere Overlevering; Leringen; De Enige Waarheid: v11

“All the complexities of the world are but the turnings of a labyrinth, and at the centre is the fiery rose-heart of our Mother, burning with perfect love.”

The Clear Recital; Teachings; The Single Truth: v11

There is not one way to be feminine. All human qualities are feminine qualities. Femininity and masculinity are not opposites in every way, they are two sides of the same coin. They are different expressions of the same human principles. No quality is either feminine or masculine. Embracing femininity means nurturing each and every one of our natural skills and qualities

detail from Witte Wieven by Marthe Jonkers - Instagram account of the artist: @arthemart

Circe - John Collier, 1885

mosaic, artist unknown

maybe i will talk to the sea she’s as angry and as gentle as me

I had a dream about a forest, far away. I heard the gentle running of water and when I reached the open space behind the trees, I saw a stream. Water rushing, glistening in the light. When I looked beyond it, I saw a statue of a woman. I stepped into the stream, sharp rocks pressing against the soles of my feet. The water was cold up to my ankles. As I crossed the stream and stepped onto the rocks, I felt the cool wind blowing against my wet skin. It was even colder than before, and for a second, I knew I'd felt steadier in the water. I approached the stone statue and kneeled before Her, bowing my head and closing my eyes, listening, to the water and the wind. I stood up once again, the gravel leaving an imprint on my knee. I never looked at Her, but instead pressed my hand against Her. I could've sworn I felt a heartbeat through the rough texture of that cold stone exterior. And I knew to turn back. I felt the earth underneath my feet. It whispered to me. I stepped back into the water, and it felt like coming up for air. And so I followed along, down the stream. Everything was still and serene. Except for the gentle rushing of the stream. And the sound of water falling.

Sankt-Peter-Ording I by Alexander Schönberg

Ἀφροδίτη Οὐρανία

Aphrodite the Heavenly

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Abalone I found on the beach…