Volume 7, issue number 45 ~ April 2007
Women and Spirituality
"As we plunge ahead to build empires and race for supremacy we should stop and listen to [the female] song of life. For without the female there is no life."
Oren R. Lyons, Spokesman, Traditional Circle of Elders
How would have been your life if there’d be a place for you in a circle of women, of mothers, grandmothers, great grandmothers, aunts, nieces, friends and daughters? A circle of women in which you would feel respected and appreciated. Wherein you learned to listen to your inner voice and in which, with so much patience and awareness, one would listen to your voice. How would have been your life if you had learned, from the beginning of times, how the energy of women works in real life? How her fields of power grow and blossom, weaken and rise again. What would have been different?
This newsletter is prepared by women and is meant for women ànd for men who want to experience how women sense their spirituality, handle it and want to share. Running Fox and all women who worked together with this issue, wish you to have a few good hours.
Mara Oldenburg en Hans Brockhuis
Not so long ago I received a message from Mara, one of my readers from the beginning. During the years we have exchanged some emails in which she asked me somewhat personal questions which I answered as good as possible. But that was all.
This email announced she had a story that would probably fit the site of Running Fox. Unfortunately she didn’t have the time to write it down, but we agreed to meet each other in the restaurant of Leiden Station. She expected to need an hour to disclose her story.
I was fascinated by this slightly mysterious message and after some email exchange, day and hour was set...
by Myriah Krista Walker
Air is the essence of spring. Mostly we
see the air as a stuff that embraces us and is essential for life.
You are sitting upon the soft Earth. Nearby a river flows, chattering playfully. The wind is blowing softly, making the Cloud People dance.
A melody begins to make its way to your ears. It sparks an aliveness within, and you look around for the source of this wondrous music.
You are surprised to see an old woman sitting not too far away from you. Busily making something with her hands, she looks up from her lap and motions for you to sit beside her.
As you get closer, a spark within your heart grows. Her Gentle Presence seems to melt your senses.
“It is the fire of your Heart that called me here,” she says. Her voice is much younger than her outward appearance would indicate possible. Or is she young? It is hard to tell. She pats the ground for you to sit beside her.
by Jill Kramer Bryant
One evening at the end of a quiet, strange summer in August, Victoria took her dogs for a long walk on the beach. Several months has passed since she had been there with Peter and Rose. As she parked her car, she felt a sense of unease. However, it was a perfect summer evening, warm and wind still. The dogs played in the gentle waves and she walked all the way to the beach café.
She sat down in one of the comfortable chairs on the deck, ordered some tea for herself and water for the dogs. She waited and watched the orange sun setting on the motionless sea. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, one she knew and turned in her seat to find Peter there unannounced. How he had known she was there, she did not know. Instinct. She felt his sense of sadness and the look of urgency in his eyes. Apart from the usual formalities and polite enquiries how they both were, their speech was stilted and after a while they left the café together and walked back along the sand. It was dusk nearly dark.
Beauty by Joke Hoenderdos
but hope is nothing
not even in hope I must invest
my heart, my hand, my eye
it is my strength and energy
hope is frail
hope is frail
holding steadfast to the
a crack, a flaw, a doubt
to see the beauty in ordinary
and what he is obliged to
Insight ~ by Marian van Lier
It was a hot day in June when I had the opportunity to attend a Flower séance, an experience I had desired for a long time. At the gathering, unexpectedly a woman handed me a small bunch of flowers and spoke the following message: "Close to you there is an old lady, who passed away some time ago. She experienced a long sickbed, but whenever she could, she went outside. I can see her smelling the flowers all the time. She is helping you. Whenever you are in trouble in the future and you smell the scent of flowers, you will know that she is there and you can ask her questions."
I was flabbergasted.
To think that I had just completed a two-year course in flower remedies,
as well as a three-year course in flower painting, and now was attending
a class on floral arrangement. When I came home and told my husband
about the message, he answered: "Maybe this old lady is your grandma."
Inner Crystals ~ by Izabel de Ronde
Running and flying to make everything happen within the family? Who doesn’t recognize this. You run faster than your shadow and your own self gets lost.
I know, because it happens to me all the time. I let it happen and do not indicate my boundaries soon enough. Thus habit gets stuck for a while and you walk, as they say, ‘with your soul under your arm’. Searching for answers and forgetting because of the chaos in your whole Being, forgetting that the answers lie within yourself.
My pile of paperwork got higher and higher, just as the turbulence in my head expanded. It was my dear friend and soul mate, Marga, who told me that when my paperwork was in order, it would give room for my spirit as well. Because of all the things that came on my path the last couple of days, I knew it was high time for reflection and creating repose and room within my Being.