LadyBohemia — Inspiration RSS

This moodboard was done for somebody special... By the world's sweetest faery princess Oona Elena. Thanks to her, once again I see my world and goals a little bit more clearly. Thank you Oona, for you inner understanding and sensibility, and for your unique artistic talent. Thank you FlowerGirl, as my boys call you <3 . ~*♥*~

a friend who knows how to make me seriously swoon just posted this photo for me... it would be criminal not to share. Photo was originally pinned in Pintrest by Getting hitched. Any brides-to-be out there? A little inspiration for your Monday... Personally, I could go on about the old school touch on the buttons, not to mention the class and elegance of the delicately crafted unique lace... Okay I'll save my male readers from further gushing... But I love this picture. Thank you dearest Lea (Fine van Brooklin), my trusted  jewellery designer, for nailing my sentiments to the point, once again. It is thanks to LadyBohemia, that I have had the opportunity to meet such magical, talented, beautiful human beings, some of whom - such as Lea -I am now proud to call my friends. An eternal PS: I am not subsidised or paid by any designer I introduce or enthuse over. It all comes straight from the heart I like to keep my baby LadyBohemia free as a bird. That way, a little bit of that oh so much hungered freedom rubs off on me too ♥. ~*♥*~

If you want to change the world love a man; really love him Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there And burn his heavy load in your fires Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time

Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment And let it all go Feel into his ancestral burden And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you Let him melt in your steady gaze And know that you need not mirror that rage Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave… Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers, calm your frightened girls’ heart Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance, that he may be soothed, once more

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him Do not coax out his little boy With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery Only to lure him…to a web of destruction To a place of chaos and hatred More terrible than any war fought by his brothers This is not feminine this is revenge This is the poison of the twisted lines Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls And it kills us all And whether his mother held him or could not Show him the true mother now Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria Cry for him sweet rivers Bleed it all back home

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him Love him enough to be naked and free Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death And thank him for the opportunity As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream

If you want to love a man, love yourself, love your father Love your brother, your son, your ex-partner; from the first boy you kissed, To the last one you wept over Give thanks for the gifts; of your unraveling to this meeting Of the one who stands before you now And find in him the seed to all that’s new and solar A seed that you can feed to help direct the planting To grow a new world, together

~Thank you Grâce Dembovsky, for making my soul smile today.

Thank you also for the tears that come along, with crying sweet rivers.~

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Moments before leaving for her operation, Mamie gathered some jasmine flowers from the garden.  For my hair. And ordered me (ME.) to stop  worrying about everything. Although I've promised myself to stop obeying just about anybody, for her, I shall make an exception. All sorrow aside today. Time to live a little. Here comes...

Steve & Fay..

  x [caption id="attachment_9767" align="aligncenter" width="400"] Coolest Luke of them all; Paul Newmand with wife Joanne Woodward. A photo that speaks such volumes to me.[/caption] And... ~*♥ *~