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Donnerstag, 16. Mai 2013

Mehr denn je

Was heisst das nur, ich werde alt?
Was heisst das nur, wie soll ich es empfinden?
Ich kann den Morgenhimmel in mir finden
Und Frühlingsstürme - mehr denn je.

Was heisst das nur, ich werde alt?
Was heisst das nur, wie soll man es verstehen?
Ich kann wohl meine Hände altern sehen,
Doch schön ist das Berühren - mehr denn je

Mein Körper ist mir Freund,
Und meine Haut genießt den Wind wie eh und je.
Und all das, was ein reifer Mensch nicht mehr zu fühlen hat,
Das fühl ich mehr denn je.

Was heisst das nur, ich werde alt?
Was heisst das nur, wie soll ich es empfinden?
Ich kann so viel Verwirrung in mir finden
Und ungeduldig bin ich - mehr denn je.

Was heisst das nur, ich werde alt?
Was heisst das nur, wie soll man es verstehen?
Des Lebens Spuren kann ich auf mir sehen,
Doch geh ich neue Wege - mehr denn je.

Was heisst das nur, ich werde alt?
Was heisst das nur, wie soll ich das empfinden?
Ich kann den Morgenhimmel in mir finden
Und Frühlingsstürme - mehr denn je.

(Erika Pluhar)

Imagine a woman


Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.

Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past’s influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.

Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

Imagine yourself as this woman.

(Patricia Lynn Reilly)

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