[Text ID: “Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.”]
“I’ve never been able to fit in someone else’s mind without expanding it, disturbing it, or arousing it. I am practically no good for you if you rather the spoils of safety or the fools paradise of comfort. My lair awaits no one but invites raw enchantment. Come dance in my fire. Get full off my flames. My light is always hungry.”
— “Venusian Women Speak” India Ame’ye, Author (via eatmangoesnekkid)
The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.
Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves
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“Rainer Maria Rilke,
Rilke’s Book of Hours [originally published 1905]
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