I have always believed that when a Great Soul passes……. their life purpose and mission infuse the world……. and are ready to be embodied at a new level by those who remain here on earth.
“This Is For The Sensitive Souls: A Poem For Women” 
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~ by Carly Morgan Gross
“This is for the sensitive souls who feel it all.
For the long processors, the bedtime criers, the ones who are blinded by the light.
This is for the women who’ve had to learn the hard way that “no” is an act of respect.
For the stomachs shaken by the sight of anything impure, the hearts that give too much—is there even such a thing?
This is for the wild feelers, the primal goers, and the ones who dream of another planet that feels more like home.
This is for the girls who are shoved into who they aren’t—and for the wisdom inside their bones from the old soul reincarnated in this now.
For the ones who take any chance to be shoeless, braless, and without any worries about what comes next.
The sunshine dwellers, the earth children, the ones who have said yes to forgiveness and being held by the divine first.
This is for the women who not only run with the wolves, but bring their medicine into a society that thinks magic is just a trick.
For the ones who know there is more to life than the 9-to-5 grind and who’ll do anything to bring their art forward and get their message out for others to heal.
For the alchemists, the witches, the medicine mamas—the women who understand and overstep the matrix of fear.
This is for the women who’ve turned their “why me?” into an “it’s me” and became their own guru and source of schooling from beyond.
For the ones excited by ritual, devotion, and prayer and deflected by gossipers, gogogo’ers, and systems that forget to account for the soul’s need.
For the ones who will hold you while you’re hurting, nourish you with touch and truth while you’re processing, and create space for you to exist just as you are.
The ones who are unconditionally loving, kind, and always there—even just energetically holding your heart.
This is for the women who, at times, feel unsafe in their physical form.
For the bodies that have crashed and burned.
For the beings that have been birthed brand new.
This is for the goddesses who don’t know they are goddesses yet.
This is for the empathic angels, the introverted intuitives, and the ones who wear others’ feelings by accident on their sleeves.
For the ones who get glimpses, more and more each day, of what it is to create heaven on earth by embodying the light.
This is for the women who were told that they were too much, too sensitive, too slutty, too pretty, too feminine.
For the women who challenge their fears, follow their dreams, transcend their triggers, accept their paths, and do the work.
For the ones who crave climbing every mountain top and bathing in every rushing river.
For the ones who don’t give up and are always diving deeper within.
You are not alone.
Whatever you do, don’t hide.
Show your face. Show your story. Show your progress. Show your vulnerability.
You don’t have to have it all figured out.
Your medicine is like drops of raw, wildflower honey over a turmeric latte—and it’s too sweet not to share.
Your truth is enough.
The voice of your heart will emerge.
Stand up for something—anything, everything—you feel to be true.
They are the crazy ones, and you are going sane—this is your cue.
Closer to your inner being, you’ve found home.
And there is a web connecting you to me, and me to her, and her to the goddess in us all.
You are safe. You are held.
And we’re ready for you to proudly invoke the power that lies within.
Your purpose is to listen—deeply, intensively—and to use your body as a guide.
She is on your side.”
~ Carly Morgan Gross
Poem Source: https://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/11/this-is-for-the-sensitive-souls-a-poem-for-women/
photograph: “White Rose & So Much Love” 10-4-17, Shrine of the Holy Redeemer in Las Vegas, NV ~ DeAnne Wolfgram
With chills, I sat alone praying and anchoring love at the church (still surrounded in yellow police tape) right beside the site of the Vegas 10-1-17 tragedy.
I “Queened” my closet today!
It’s remarkable how a woman cleaning her physical closet experiences such a journey of Self. It’s a cleansing, remembering, self realizing, ‘letting go’ and life honoring experience. I actually appreciated every moment of it today.
Now I have a ‘Queened’ closet and a “Queened’ Life! Here’s to treating ourSelves with honor.
Blessings to you each and always, all~ways, So Much Love. D*
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Sacred soul writer Anna wrote this of and for me…… “She moves in her own way” and she moves me with eveything she writes. What a gift to see into another’s soul and write it alive to share with the world… Love you and bless you for speaking my soul language. xoxo
We have danced
many lifetimes
to the beat
of a shamanic
circle
drumming our
heartbeats
feet pounding
the earth
in holy
ritualistic
trance
and hypnotic
entering
of all dimensions.
As fierce Spanish
lovers in
the most intense
stare as
our bodies
twist and
glide towards
each other
in a sultry
flamenco
with fire
in our feet
and our hearts
burning in
longing
and passion.
Guitar rising
to the desire
and matching it
note for note
step to step.
A dance of
fusion.
Your dance
has my giddy
with excitement
and expectation.
Every dance
has it’s unique
energy
though
no matter the steps
or lifetime
the connection
remains.
You see yourself
so clearly
and in this
lifetime you
waited for me
to awaken.
You are the hot desert sand
running through
and hour glass
and over my
writhing body
the heat too much
almost as you
exfoliate and renew
my…
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This IS the dawning of our Love. We sisters, our brothers, our Lovers, our circles, the Sacred Feminine, the Divine Masculine, the Sacred Union and the BELOVED connections are Awakening.
This song is singing out for ALL OF US………
And of course, it happens to be 11:11 as I first shared this. Gotta love it!!
I FEEL YOU
I feel you
Your sun it shines
I feel you
Within my mind
You take me there
You take me where the kingdom comes
You take me to and lead me through
Babylon
This is the morning of our love
It’s just the dawning of our love
I feel you
Your heart it sings
I feel you
The joy it brings
Where Heaven waits
Those golden gates and back again
You take me to and lead me through
Oblivion
This is the morning of our love
It’s just the dawning of our love
I feel you
Your precious soul and I am whole
I feel you
Your rising sun, my kingdom comes
I feel you
Each move you make
I feel you
Each breath you take
Where Angel’s sing
And spread their wings, my love’s on high
You take me home
To glory’s throne by and by
This is the morning of our love
This is the dawning of our love
This is the morning of our love
It’s just the dawning of our love
~ “I Feel You” by Depeche Mode
Songwriters
ARNOLD, BRADLEY KIRK / ROBERTS, MATTHEW DARRICK / HENDERSON, CHRISTOPHER LEE / HARRELL, ROBERT TODD
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTKJ_itifQg
The Divine Feminine ONE is gentle yet fiercely loving… She is having HER way with us and through us.
She comes in many forms through wise, wondrous and wild ways…
SHE IS arising in our world through the force of love, awakening within male and female alike, balancing us from within, cleansing wounds, raising our truth to the surface, healing old outmoded patterns, eradicating distortions, insisting upon transparency, harmonizing the divine masculine and sacred feminine within, evoking a nurturing for self, others and the environment, inspiring community, bringing collaboration, teaching unity, empowering feminine values, clearing ego, enhancing our natural gifts, embracing our True Selves, embodying Spirit, imbuing Soul wisdom and transforming the world through the power of Love.
Keep Opening to Her. She gently fiercely wants to Love You. And so it IS.
LOVE is my weapon of CHOICE.
It IS loaded, and I am not afraid to use it.
LOVE BOMBS AWAY ~ Today and Every Day. xo
DeAnne, Conscious Connections NOW
The Cosmic Womb is BIRTHING Us.
The BELOVED has seeded us, and we are so very fertile now… We are ripe with the fruit of our own Longing and Union. Such divine births are continuously coming Now….
We in turn are birthing all our own creations… We are midwives to ONE another Now…. and to many more.
WE ARE BIRTHING HER, each of us, through us.
I am the one who Loves to Love… We are all HER…… and Becoming Her In Our Own Fullness….more with every divine moment.
Her Cosmic Womb Calls Us……
We are all hearing and expressing HER in our own unique and potent ways….. SHE CALLS. We Listen and Answer… We Express HER through US.
We CREATE….. We bring Heaven to a New Earth.
“As Above So Below.” SHE IS WE.
~ DeAnne Wolfgram
~ Joss Burnel
a Poem of DeAnne ~ January 3, 2014
My beloved sacred friend Joss Burnel, Crowing Crone Woman of Wisdom gifted me with this gorgeous poem. We had shared intimate conversations, hopes, dreams, longings, prayers, awareness and awakenings together with our core circle of women. And, from just those first few days together, SHE connected to me across the seas from her home in France and honored me with this verse.
Joss, you know my heart and soul. You know that you have my deepest thanks and eternal friendship. I love you so. You are “She Who Walks in Beauty.” What a gift you are.
Namaste Beloved. Namaste _/\_ xo Love Always, DeAnne
Perusing my writings today…. I came across this dream that I had ten days ago. It followed three weeks after a communication gone badly with a soul friend, a person who has been a catalyst in my life. I learned so much from that. I honed my core, my inner resolve, my discernment, my boundaries, my forgiveness, my strength and my authentic truth. It was painful yet purposeful.
I find I am so capable of carrying and flowing enormous love. In life, in death, in everything, only love remains. ❤
This was a beautiful loving dream of understanding shared between each of us. Though our very human selves fumble at times, all of us, the call to truly love ourselves and share love with others is ultimate truth. This dream felt like an acknowledgment of that. No matter what comes of this now, whether our friendship is eventually restored in fullness here or lovingly let go by each of us, Love remains. Spirits and Souls know that. I’ll trust the unfolding.
Here is my dream of my soul friend and I:
The energies flowed between us and so much was shared.
I dreamt that she was sitting at a breakfast table with me. Her hair was in soft curls and lit from behind by the morning sun. Though her eyes squinted, her presence was much softer. As I gazed at her, the sun shone golden behind her and gave a soft shadowing to her face. She wanted to connect with me. There was still a slight edge but much more softness to her.
We exchanged our views easily, and she commented that we needed a sense of closure. That was how the dream ended.
On the day of this dream I attended a funeral service for a friend’s father, and later I went with dear friends to the panel discussion “Does It Matter if Jesus Had a Wife?” at the university. Synchronicity abounded. Deep conversations were shared. I learned of a friend’s mother’s death that morning. I would learn of another mother’s death the next morning. It is such a reminder to love while we are here.
Interestingly, my teenage daughter had had a dream just a week before of this same soul friend reuniting with me in our home. In her dream, we two were apologizing to one another, sitting on the couch talking with heartfelt focus and then “hugging it out.”
Dreams, waking moments of meaning… all of it stirs wonder. I let go of the outcome.
There is a divine orchestration. I am honoring it, trusting and appreciating.. Behind it all is SO MUCH LOVE…..
DeAnne Wolfgram 