All posts tagged Woman

In Between

Published March 27, 2023 by tindertender

She’s in between worlds right now.
A part of her is leaving.
But it’s not like before.

She’s holding space this time.
Not sweating it,
but breathing beyond her skin.

She’s good.
She’s even shape-shifting.
The raven.
The owl.

She’s unafraid of the bird’s-eye view,
and unlike all those other times,
she isn’t scared of the unknown.

She’s present and neither timid nor bold.
It feels beautiful,
like the song of a blackbird,
and frightening,
like the rumble of an avalanche.

  • Tanya Markul

Artist: Lucy Campbell


The Sovereign Woman

Published March 8, 2023 by tindertender

There she is, that Sovereign Woman.

She with the courageous heart and the wild soul. She who says, “This is me. This is who I am.”

She wasn’t always this way.

For many years she was hidden away. Revealing herself fully only in the words of her journal and in her closest friendships. Showing up in her truth only when she felt safe enough to be vulnerable.

But now she’s changed. From her appearance to her writing, she’s a whole different woman.


It was not easy for her, this transformation. She didn’t just step into this embodied self the way you would gracefully step up a staircase.

She had to go deep inside of herself to find this version of herself.

She dug and descended.
Explored and excavated.
Re-membered, re-defined and re-birthed.

And now here she stands: Battle weary. Flawed. Tender.

She’s cried countless tears and faced many shadows. But it doesn’t take much to see there’s something different about her.

What is it? Can you feel it?

Yes that’s it…


She’s grounded in her Wisdom.
Firm in her Strength.
And rooted in her Truth.

She may look like she’s been to hell and back, and in many ways she has, but the raging fire only devoured everything about her that was no longer true.

And what was left behind after all the layers of untruths were burned to the ground was her true essence.

She’s rising out of the ashes now, this Phoenix woman. She’s orienting her life to who she has become.

It’s all brand new to her and she’s far from having it all figured out. But little by little, she’s finding out exactly what it means to be a Sovereign Woman.”

~ Layla F. Saad

Art: Daria Hlazatova
Daria H

Mikladalur’s Kópakonan on the Faroe Islands

Published January 14, 2023 by tindertender

Selkies are a variation on the mermaid concept in Scottish, Irish, Icelandic and Faroese folklore. They live in the sea as seals, but can shed their seal hide to become human on land. If their seal skin is hidden or stolen, they are unable to return to the sea.

This 9 ft bronze and stainless steel statue of Kópakonan (The Seal Wife) was created by Hans Pauli Olsen and was installed in the Mikladalur Harbor on Kalsoy, one of the Faroe Islands, on August 1st, 2014. map

Mermaid (Seal Wife) on Faroe Islands
Kopakonan (The Seal Wife) in Mikladalur on Kalsoy, Faroe Islands. Photo © Marita Gulklett.
The statue commemorates myths about selkies and in particular two well known myths about the Seal Wife on the Faroe Islands.

Selkie stories are traditionally romantic tragedies, with the Selkie in most stories returning to the sea after several years as a Seal Wife to a human, leaving behind the husband and children.

One well known story is about a beautiful Selkie trapped by a fisherman on the island of Kalsoy, who hides her seal skin while she is on land one night. Trapped, she becomes his wife and they have 2 children. One day however, he goes fishing and she finds her seal skin hidden in a chest in their home. She escapes back to her Selkie family after ensuring the children are cared for until the fisherman’s return.

She leaves behind a message to not follow her and to not harm her Selkie family. The fishermen however ignore the warning and end up killing both her Selkie husband and Selkie children.

In revenge she curses the men of the island to die in frequent accidents until as many have perished as can link arms around the whole island.

Terre-Mère 🌊🧜‍♀️. https://www.facebook.com/TWonderfulWorld?mibextid=LQQJ4d

Goddess ~ Mother

Published December 12, 2022 by tindertender

god is a mother
and with that
the world stops

the world always stops
when woman and

as if the
dilutes the
when in reality
it embodies it

when jesus turns water
to wine
they clap
but when women turn breasts
to milk
they cringe

a broken man’s body
is celebrated each sunday
while a broken woman’s body
is just hidden away

and it’s no wonder
that mother is a word
used by men
to demonize those
who don’t claim the name
and weaponized to shame
those who step out of line
their ideal
plays the role of nurturer
and silencer
in pews
built and led by them

when god
becomes mother
she is neither quiet
or compliant
she leads confidently
she questions authority
she commands respect
which might be the problem

for mother god
did not gather us up
but took her time with it
she fed us milk
birthed our souls
and broke her body
and the permanence
can be uncomfortable

and to disentangle god
from motherhood
is impossible
to disentangle god
from womanhood
is sinful

because seeing god as mother
is one step closer
to seeing god in me
and it’s in that
i am truly
born again

~ Kaitlin Hardy Shetler
Kaitlin Shetler Poetry

Art by Harmonia Rosales
Harmony Rosales

Fe Male

Published December 9, 2022 by tindertender

There are certain beings, mostly masculine in this world, highly intentioned in dominance of the female. Why?

Fe :: Iron

Spiritual meaning of iron:


Males / Females

Is there some sort of jealousy going on here we haven’t heard about?


Of course I don’t suggest this mindset applies to all males.

Your menstruation cycle is artificial

Published November 18, 2022 by tindertender

Written by @Akashicel

By original template of creation, women have no monthly cycle of cleansing. Cleansing of female reproductive organs only have to take place before receiving a child in the dance of love.


makes you suffer
makes you moody
complicates your life
it is painful & annoying

The moon is involved. 283 million years before Christ, a fallen seraphim formed the first ”I AM” religion.

As part of this first religion, she began to create the need for the heart and soul to suffer.

Religious humans gave their consent.

This system of collecting life-force works on us like a system of pumps and pipes.

This is a constant extraction and transport of life-force to other realms in our galaxy and universe.

Outer world beings are using this willingness to suffer until today to feed of us and to use us as a source of life-force and energy.

To pump force out of all humans a satellite was installed above the surface and started its workings.

With the help of modified merkabas, augmented to fulfill pumping functions, the monthly cycle of bloodshed is active on Earth.

Artificial hormon release caused by previous DNA template altering vaccinations, is triggering the 4 weeks cycle.

Others way before us agreed to this, and yet women are subject to this today.

The return of the Kryst timeline will end the suffering for the ones who decided to move away from religion and dogmas. Old contracts will be terminated.

Today, in some isolated regions of Earth, there are some groups of humans who still obey by the old rules and rituals regarding menstruation.

After birth, the placenta is been buried under a chosen tree, so that tree will become the sister of guidance for the newborn child.

Women collect the menstrual blood and give it back to the soil (Mother Earth) every month. This has tremendous effects.

Followers of those old ways have to perform away from the general public, in order to not be wiped out by self-proclaimed controllers.

Lucy Nicolar

Published November 11, 2022 by tindertender

Lucy Nicolar was born June 22, 1882, on Indian Island, Maine, the daughter of Joseph Nicolar and Elizabeth Joseph. Every summer, her family traveled to the resort town of Kennebunkport to sell baskets. Lucy and her sister performed in Indian dress for the tourists. In her late teens she started performing at public events such as sportsman’s shows.

During those performances, she came to the attention of a Harvard administrator who hired her as his assistant. He took her into his household and gave her musical and educational opportunities in Boston and New York. In 1905, she married a doctor and moved to Washington, D.C. Eight years later they divorced, and Lucy moved to Chicago to study music.

Lucy Nicolar also toured as part of the Redpath Chatauqua Bureau, then the Keith vaudeville circuit. She married a lawyer who became her manager. He took all her money and fled to Mexico after the stock market crashed in 1929.

When vaudeville died, she returned to the Penobscot Indian Island Reservation with her husband Bruce Poolaw, a Kiowa entertainer from Oklahoma. They opened a gift shop — a teepee 24 feet in diameter — called it Poolaw’s Indian TeePee and sold traditional Indian crafts. They also continued to entertain locally.

Lucy and her sister Florence campaigned to improve life for their people on the reservation,. Their land stretched along the Penobscot River from Indian Island near Old Town to East Millinocket.

The sisters raised the educational standards for Penobscot children by gaining access to the public schools. And they persuaded the state to build a bridge to the island.


Postcard of Indian Island before the bridge
Lucy and Florence also demanded the right to vote for their people. When the state extended suffrage to the Penobscots in 1955, Lucy Nicolar cast the first ballot.

The Old Town Enterprise reported “The princess has done much for the uplift of her people during her public career, both locally and nationally.”
Lucy Nicolar died at Indian Island on March 27, 1969, at the age of 87.

Trinity ~ 3, 6, 9

Published October 10, 2022 by tindertender

Has everyone actually thought about the different aspects of Self in the realms we seem to inhabit here in 3D?

The Higher Self
The Self of Matter
The Self of Spirit

Some might say:

God/Goddess (Higher Self)
Son/Daughter (Self of Matter)
Holy Spirit (Dream Self)

Or …


Micro, to Macro, and Beyond


There are many of us here under the umbrella of Creator.

Those who are against “God” attack the Self of matter (Son/Daughter) and then do awful things to their Holy Spirit if able, in the attempt to kill the Higher Self.

This is the Holy War.


Published October 5, 2022 by tindertender

In my solitude
You haunt me
With reveries
Of days gone by

In my solitude
You taunt me
With memories
That never die

I sit in my chair
And filled with despair
There’s no one could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I’ll soon go mad

In my solitude
I’m afraid
Dear Lord above
Send back my love

I sit in my chair
Filled with despair
There’s no one could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I’ll soon go mad

In my solitude
I’m afraid
Dear Lord above
Send me back my love

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