Words We Love

On our Circle calls we are Gifted with Words in many forms. Be they Poems, Deep Sharing from a Sister, Free Flowing writings or Haiku, they are always Words with Amazing Heartfelt meaning. This page is a place where you will find some of the Words that have been shared over time in our Circles. Please take a moment to dip into this well of Inspiration and Savour the time you spend with these words below.

 

There Are Women

~Ashley Rice

There are Women who make things better…. simply by showing up.

There are Women who make things happen.

There are Women who make their way.

There are Women who make a difference.

And Women who make us smile.

There are Women of wit and wisdom who –

through strength and courage – make it through.

There are Women who change the world every day, Women like you.

 

Love of the World

by Charlotte Tall Mountain

 

For the love of a tree,

she went out on a limb.

 

For the love of the sea,

she rocked the boat.

 

For the love of the earth,

she dug deeper.

 

For the love of community,

she mended fences.

 

For the love of the stars,

she let her light shine.

 

For the love of spirit,

she nurtured her soul.

 

For the love of a good time,

she sowed seeds of happiness.

 

For the love of God,

she drew down the moon.

 

For the love of nature,

she made compost.

 

For the love of a good meal,

she gave thanks.

 

For the love of family,

she reconciled differences.

 

For the love of creativity,

she entertained new possibilities.

 

For the love of her enemies,

she suspended judgment.

 

For the love of herself,

she acknowledged her own worth.

 

And the world was richer for her.

 

Charlotte Tall Mountain (July 1, 1941 to May 6, 2006) was an artist and poet of  Iroquois Native American heritage

 

WHAT I WEIGH
– Nikita  Hill
”I weigh the sea
I weigh the storm
I weigh a thousand stories long.
I weight my mother’s fortitude and my father’s eyes
I weigh the way they look at me
I weigh strength and fearless and the warrior in me.
I weigh all the pain and trauma that made me see
that I have more galaxies inside me than tragedies.
We all weigh joys and darkness and goodness and sin you see,
we are infinite within this skin we are in.
So when they ask you what you weigh
you don’t need to look down at any scale.
Instead, simply tell them the truth,
tell them how you
weigh whole universes
and storms and scars and stories too.” 

 

In Sweet Company
~by Margaret Wolff

We sit together and I tell you things
Silent, unborn, naked things
That only God has heard me say.
You do not cluck your tongue at me
or roll your eyes —
Or split my heart into a thousand pieces
With words that have little to do with me.
You do not turn away because you cannot bear to see
Your own unclaimed light shining in my eyes.
You stay with me in the dark —
You urge me into being.
You make room in your heart for my voice
You rejoice in my Joy.

And through it all, you stand unbound
By everything but the still small voice within you
I see my future Self in you
Just enough to risk —
Moving beyond the familiar
Just enough to leave the familiar in the past
Where it belongs —
I breathe you in and I breathe you out
In one luxurious and contented sigh
In sweet company – I am Home at last.

 

Shared at the 2019 Conveners Retreat (GTW AG)
~Richard Wagamese, Embers, 2016

“I don’t want to touch you skin to skin.
I want to touch you deeply, beneath the surface, where our real stories lie.
Touch you where the fragments of our being are, where the sediment of things
that shaped us forms the verdant delta of our human story.
I want to bump against you and feel the rush of contact and ask important
questions and offer compelling answers, so that together
we might learn to live beneath the surface, where the current bears us forward
deeper into the great ocean of shared experience.
So this is how I want to touch and be touched—through beingness —so that
someday I might discover that even the skin remembers.”

 

Everything Is So Simple

Written by Idea Vilariño, a Uruguayan poet (1920/2009)

Everything is so simple
Everything is so simple
So much more simple and yet
Still there are moments
In which it’s too much for me
In which i don’t understand
And i don’t know whether to laugh in joy
Or cry in fear
Or stay here without crying
Without laughing
In silence
Assuming my life 
My transit
My time

 

The Old Threads Are Unraveling
—Julia Myers

The old threads are unraveling,
Get your needles ready.
We are stitching a new quilt
of humanity.

Bring your old t-shirts,
worn out jeans, scarves,
antique gowns, aprons,
old pockets of plenty
who have held Earth’s treasures,
stones, feathers, leaves,
love notes on paper.

Each stitch
A mindful meditation.
Each piece of material
A story.

The more colour the better,
so call in the tribes.
Threads of browns, whites,
reds, oranges
Women from all nations
start stitching.

Let’s recycle the hate, the abuse,
the fear, the judgment.
Turn it over, wash it clean,
ring it out to dry.
It’s a revolution
of recycled wears.

Threads of greens, blues, purples
Colourful threads
of peace, kindness,
respect, compassion
are being stitched
from one continent to the next
over forests, oceans, mountains.

The work is hard
Your fingers may bleed.
But each cloth stitched together
Brings together a community.
A world, our future world
Under one colourful quilt.
The new quilt of humanity.