She Who Cannot Be Contained

A little something to melt in your mouth, in honor of the 100th anniversary of International Women's Day....

By Lisa Schrader

In celebration of her Too Muchness.

Big hipped, loose lipped, sassy swagger, fierce hearted, emotional roller ocean all over, wanting more more more...

She Must Move,

gypsy girl spirit undulating snake rhythms hypnotizing,

slipping through your fingers, rattle you awake,

soul whisper wise woman running with the wolves

and lurking in the corners of your dreams

Women are Wet: joy teary, heart weary with weeping, blood mooning,

milk letting down, down, down

on pink petals, sweet nectar glistening

Giving, tending, mending, gathering the seeds,

sowing the cycles of blue sky, green harvest, fire burn and dawning dew.

She calls: worship me, open me, love me,

be warrior enough to penetrate my tender trust with your presence,

unleash the blinding magnificence of this she-beauty,

the jewels in the temple are yours...

Or don’t.

You’ll find me here the same

and ever changing,

luxuriating on the rose petal bed,

dipping my fingers in honey,

sipping wine song, and

dancing in the sacred, throbbing heart of Yes

Celebrating the mothers, grandmothers, sisters, girlfriends, daughters, and women we are. Celebrating the men, fathers, grandfathers, and brothers who love us.

Join us for the annual Spring Shakti Women's Retreat in the Northern California Sierras March 25-28 and luxuriate in your sacred feminine essence. Only 2 spots left in our circle of 13 so reply or register asap if you want to join us.

Abundant blessings,

Lisa