the dreaming women

For all the women who know chiffon magic and velvet moons. For the barefoot women, the river-singing women, who read by candlelight even when the electricity is working, and like to name stars anew from their own private mythologies, and need books.




For the women who feel somehow winged and boned with smoke, but can still get the kitchen floor scrubbed. Wander-hearted, enchanted, the unkempt women who keep song in the world.




Part of a moon was falling down the west,
Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.
Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw it
And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand
Among the harp-like morning-glory strings,
Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves,
As if she played unheard some tenderness
That wrought on him beside her in the night.

Robert Frost




For the women who never just see the horizon but envision its lucent reveries & promises, and for whom skies become elven kingdoms and breezes are old sacred poems ... The wild and quiet women, strong and gentle women, the dreamers and drifting souls ...

Thank you for being yourselves. We need your luminous, fecund, unravelled, ensorcelling truth.


16 comments:

  1. I love everything about this dreamy, beautiful post. The images and the words. Thank you, Sarah, for being yourself. I'm blessed by you.

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    1. Thank you dearest Dawn. You are a blessing to me also, in so many beautiful ways.

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  2. Oh, blissful in every way. Thank you for the tender, delicate beauty Sarah x

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    1. and thank you for your kind words.

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  3. Beautiful piece with some really wonderful imagery. My the magic of these women live on through the ages, just as they always have.

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  4. Beautiful piece with some really wonderful imagery. My the magic of these women live on through the ages, just as they always have.

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  5. Thank you... for every woman who dreams, I think..

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