Rebecca Haywood

I love coming across old poems of mine and letting them stir me as if penned by a stranger’s hand. So often these musings aren’t exactly my own (thank you Spirit) and so their layered verses and visions offer a guiding mystery to me as much as any of you. Tonight, this one touched a nostalgia within me... the sweet ache of a child no longer, yearning without aim... a Nomadic yearning I suppose. And, it is delicious. How does this prose muse you?... #feeltheyearn #shadowwork #lossofinnocence #heartbreak #heartbreaksopen #shamanpoet #healingpoetry #poetsofinstagram #poetry #shamelessfeminine #shamansister See more

Compassionate Kisses I cannot walk in your skin, and yet I do... feel the tears dressing my own... pain tressing them, pride pressing them into tidy masks that wear me of my smiles, that bear me another mile, another day, another way of bearing Them. I cannot sing your ancestor’s prayers, and yet I do stomp the feet under the reach of hands neatly folded in drawers, lest I be worn or They be worn, forlorn in anger, suddenly strangers. I cannot heal your heart, and yet I do secret a wish for one kiss to wake us from this dream, and one for every wound unseen, each a planted prayer seeds, light, and air flowering a garden we could share. ~Rh I just rediscovered this poem which came through me months ago after watching @drmayaangelou recite For Old Black Men along with Dunbar’s We Wear the Mask. I fell asleep with tears in my eyes, and awoke with this poem in my heart. That day, protests alit Los Angeles and I prayed with gratitude for our fallen masks and grace for our masks yet to find their fall. I am still praying. More compassionate kisses please... @sarashakeel LINK to Maya’s poetry jam: https://youtu.be/syGGVZ_ILAI #blacklivesmatter #compassion #empathy #ancestralhealing #hiveheart #keeppraying #mayaangelou #foroldblackmen #wewearthemask

New poem! Started this one pre-vision quest and then the medicine stepped in. It used to be titled The Jaguar, the Eagle, & the Bee but who knows now?! Artemis may have other ideas. When the hunted Becomes the Huntress...... Winged she grows Like her arrows Clawed with eyes Unwon, Flight takes her in Beyond the skin Stretched across Time’s drum, To the arc That sparks And seeks to return Life To the hum Of One One She Ne’er to be Split from shaft, Undone, One dream Un-seamed But by thread Of golden Sun, One Queen Crowned in green Calls this nectar Home, ...when the Huntress Becomes the Hunt. Rh . #shamanpoet #rebelpoet #jaguarmedicine #eaglemedicine #beemedicine #huntress #artemis #visionquest #shamanism #toltecwisdom #shamansister

This is the song I referenced in my last post Listen to the Land. I wrote it 15 years ago, and last week during my vision quest, it found my voice again. It blew through me like a cleansing storm precipitated by a silent but charged lull and then unrelenting until it found its release. It is still circling my insides, calling me out, and part of its call is to share it with you its message and moreover, my voice singing it freely. The heart of its message is about findin...g the true face of the Mother. There are all kinds of Mothers that we worshipfrom our biological ones and Mother Earth to the many mothering deities that grace our altars and our sacred stories. But how do we worship these Mothers? And how does that change the face we see? How are we rebirthing these mothers as mothers of suffering and disempowerment? Or of Love’s embodiment? And what of ourselves as Mothers? Beyond procreation, we allwomen and menare birthing and nurturing the reality we live in. What are we mothering within ourselves and each other? Have we owned the gift of this power? Or are we giving it away as self-proclaimed victims, complacent sheep, or (as was my case) are we awaiting permission of some kind? It is imperative that we call ourselves out as the Mothers that we are. It is the only way to birth the sustainable change we seek in this weirld. For me, this translates into an ownership of all aspects of myself as a force of creation, and to foster them into ‘adulthood’. Today, that is the song of my voiceonce held small by a childhood spell cast upon it and by the ancestral grip on the voice of the feminine. And so, here is my song from the Mother in me to the Mother in you. P.S. At the end of this day, I was gifted a small clay flute (I had been asking for a new flute). This one is in the shape of a songbird. #truemother #divinemother #motherearth #gaea #pachamama #mothermary #guadalupe #tonantzin #tlecuauhtlapeupeuh #hathor #durga #motheringourselves #empowerment #embodiment #breakingspells #shysinger #songwriter #songstress #visionquest #shamanism #shamelessfeminine #sacredfeminine #divinefeminine #healingthemother #shamansister #songbird

Vision Quest Day 3: Listen to the Land, this was the directive that began my day. It was written on a sign that had fallen sun-faded into the grass, as if it had succumbed to the silence it prompted and had turned its own ear to earth. I restored its upright glory, grateful for its gift and for the song of this land that was now wafting through the sunrise breeze. I followed the wind’s gentle nudge towards a rock-lined ridge. There, in the cool shadow of a towering granite ...Continue reading

The first morning of my vision quest in the desert, I emerged from my tent to find this rattlesnake carcass being devoured by bees a potent medicine for me as it combines the roots of my Toltec lineage, Quetzalcoatl the feathered serpent, with the Bees who came into my life just before the pandemic and have been flying through my days and dreams ever since. I don’t pretend to know exactly what this merging of medicines is alchemizing within meI allowed it to pulse through m...e untouched by story and it continues to move me, to devour me, even now. That’s how it is for me with animal medicine. Sometimes its meaning is immediately revealed and is actually amplified by its story sung. Other times, it remains in that expansive mystery and, like a new lover, discovers me discovering it reverently, slowly, and utterly naked. However, I can at least share the melody of this medicine’s song with you and how it played through me... The snakeonce held as a force that consumed my lies and gave me new eyeswas now being consumed and (this is the reaching note for me)... being seen. This lone creature that relished in the cool of shadow and hunted in quiet dusk’s glow had surrendered its remains to the hiveits’ body coiled into an almost perfect infinity symbol like the snake eating its’ own tail. And so I surrenderedwhat remains of the lone huntress and the shadowed Shaman politely (and protectively) quiet in her power. I allowed my infinite selfoffered it upto be seen and more than thatto be taken inby hive... This carnivorous hive was not here to solely be nourished by meto be served by me as I had committed to so long agobut to nourish and serve me. The evolution of that snake medicine was in fact uncoiling itself. Yes, from the singular to the all, and from the independent to the interdependentthat had made itself clear months agobut this unwinding was begging an exposure of my power, revealing how I must be revealed in order to be served. And the journey in front of me would prompt just that. #snakemedicine #beemedicine #animalmedicine #quetzalcoatl #toltec #shamanism #visionquest #shamansister

Women’s rights are an essential part of the overall human rights agenda, trained on the equal dignity and ability to live in freedom all people should enjoy. ~RBG Repost @the.notorious.rbg #notoriousrbg #thankyourbg #restinpowerrbg #shamelessfeminine

Why are we here? Well, we're peaking up the skirt of the ineffible now, and the answer is hidden by the poetic panties of language. @tonyvigorito Still distilling over here... in a hushed anticipation marked by a howling calm that, as of yet, eludes capture. Sorry (not sorry), I couldn’t resist. I just love words... especially those that come from the silence. ... All this to (not quite) say that #ShamelessFeminineSpeaks is ‘doing’ a reset. See you next week!(?)

No #shamelessfemininespeaks broadcast tonight... other than the wordless love of this universal heart of ours. I love you all so much! I invite you too, to sit with the sacred silence today... Let go of the stories... And drop into your breath...... Into this original moment... Unknown, unknowable, and yet... Knowing You... Intimately. Go ahead, get closer to it... Get closer to You... Forget yourself... And remember it all. The world needs us to remember. @adamdorsey1 #prayersforusall #silenceissacred #breathisbirth #beemedicine #newearth #love #shamanism #healing #shamelessfeminine #shamansister See more

Here’s the poem I read on last night’s #ShamelessFeminineSpeaks I wrote it at the start of 2020 during the lunar eclipse and, wow, how perfectly its voice harmonized with the convo. Infinity Reaching... This depth, This Ocean, It knows not Of end, Of time’s Beating heart. It bleeds for me. It reaches across This table I set, This story I claim, This name. It spills my cup And runs up Wards discharged, Words unarmed Defenseless. And yet Gravity’s pull, The roll Of this wave, Bows and bends To find its way The hollowed cave, The swallowed grave Of swirling tides Beseeched. I reach To the moon’s faces Her shadowed places That shine Beyond the dark, To Her song That yearns and turns From Crow to Lark, To the other side Magnetized And stretched From poles Eclipsed. I behold And am held. Infinity’s gaze Comes home. Rh #infiniteyou #emotionalhealing #woundofseparation #worthiness #iam #weareone #newearth #collectiveconsciousness #universallove #universaltruth #sweetsurrender #eyesoflove #infinity #love #dissolution #healing #shamanism #magic #poetry #spiritualpoetry #rebelpoet #shamanpoet #shamansister

The I of the Beholder I am has long been a beloved declaration among the spiritual. To some, it is known as the name of God while others claim it as a spiritual identity the divine individualized. My teacher delivered it to me as an exercise in stripping away the illusions of my identity I am, period, with no specification of self, quality, or value to fill in the blank. All of these translations are beautiful and greatly serve our spiritual evolution... as long as the ‘I...’ we strive to represent is that of the All as an ever present and singular force. The creation myths that scatter the Divine into separate expressions weren’t meant to keep us there but rather to lead us back to the All, back to ourselves as part of rather than apart from. But our wounded self sees through the ‘I’ beholden to the fractures in its broken heart the original broken heart when we first fell from the grace of Love’s unity. Our ego (another translation of ‘I am’) shattered into layers of duality defending itself against itself‘I am’ versus ‘I am not’ and every variation thereof. The China Doll quickly reformed into an animated Popeye flexing his muscles of independence and individualism I am what I am and that’s all I am. (toot, toot!) Indeed we toot that horn of independence as if it offers a greater strength than unity and we peacock our individualism in proud rebellion. The ‘I’ of the beholder narrows by its’ selfish claimspossessed by what it has professedmy rights, my truth, my expression (toot toot!). And no matter how well we aim to also honor the individuality of anotherde-possessing our pronouns to ‘yours’ and ‘theirs’we, as a we, remain fractured. And WE CAN NO LONGER SURVIVE WITHOUT UNITY!!! This is so very apparent right now... with the battle of the masks unmasking a resurge, the battle for Black lives finally mattering to all lives (mostly), and today’s upending of the Weinstein settlement which is surely a reflection of the unsettled battle between the sexes we need to admit our need for each other and stop battling against our greatest strength and nourishment: our unity. We am. This needs to be our way of speaking and thinking. And, no, that is not a typo. ‘We’as one being‘am’... as a hive nation, as a grove of humans, as divine cells of this living organism called planet Earth and of All of life. We am. Toot, f***ing, toot! Our divinity is within our unity, and regardless of our spiritual ideals, our unity will be our saving grace.

"The I of the Beholder Tonight on #ShamelessFeminineSpeaks I am has long been a beloved declaration among the spiritual. To some, it is known as the name of God while others claim it as a spiritual identity the divine individualized. My teacher delivered it to me as an exercise in stripping away the illusions of my identity I am, period, with no specification of self, quality, or value to fill in the blank.... All of these translations are beautiful and greatly serve our spiritual evolution... as long as the ‘I’ we strive to represent is that of the All as an ever present and singular force. The creation myths that scatter the Divine into separate expressions weren’t meant to keep us there but rather to lead us back to the All, back to ourselves as part of rather than apart from. But our wounded self sees through the ‘I’ beholden to the fractures in its broken heart the original broken heart when we first fell from the grace of Love’s unity. Our ego (another translation of ‘I am’) shattered into layers of duality defending itself against itself‘I am’ versus ‘I am not’ and every variation thereof. The China Doll quickly reformed into an animated Popeye flexing his muscles of independence and individualism I am what I am and that’s all I am. (toot, toot!) Indeed we toot that horn of independence as if it offers a greater strength than unity and we peacock our individualism in proud rebellion. The ‘I’ of the beholder narrows by its’ selfish claimspossessed by what it has professedmy rights, my truth, my expression (toot toot!). And no matter how well we aim to also honor the individuality of anotherde-possessing our pronouns to ‘yours’ and ‘theirs’we, as a we, remain fractured. And WE CAN NO LONGER SURVIVE WITHOUT UNITY!!! This is so very apparent right now... with the battle of the masks unmasking a resurge, the battle for Black lives finally mattering to all lives (mostly), and today’s upending of the Weinstein settlement which is surely a reflection of the unsettled battle between the sexes we need to admit our need for each other and stop battling against our greatest strength and nourishment: our unity. We am. This needs to be our way of speaking and thinking. And, no, that is not a typo. ‘We’as one being‘am’... as a hive nation, as a grove of humans, as divine cells of this living organism called planet Earth and of All of life. We am. Toot, f***ing, toot! Our divinity is within our unity, and regardless of our spiritual ideals, our unity will be our saving grace. So please join the convo TONIGHT On #ShamelessFeminineSpeaks At 5:30 pacific on FB & IG LIVE

These guys brought such smiles to our day. Apparently they are out there every day, spreading the Love in double time!

Shameless Feminine Speaks: The Silence that Breaks Us Silence can offer a beautiful space of communion or it can become the space between us. It can open the door and invite the outside indrawing us out of our singular selves and into the grand reception of receptivityor it can close that door and quietly hold guard over its illusion of separation. The silence that breaks us is the silence that bites the tongue of what already feels separatemisunderstood, hurt, ashamed.... It is the secret we hold that ends up holding us, bound by a constriction that strangles far more than our voice; it ties our hands, hindering our reach for each other. Now (and always) is a time for us to break this silence that breaks the ‘We’ of Us. Though today’s conversations may be challenging (change tends to demand disruption), the comfort of our cautious and seemingly polite (or ‘spiritual’) silence isn’t offering refuge or respect... other than to the old guards of our locked doors. And the keys that are begging entry right now are both painfully personalprying at our relationships with intimacy, trust, and loveand equally wrenching open the shared passageways marked by the crumbling pillars of our societal paradigms. Tonight, on Shameless Feminine Speaks, let us restore silence as the medicine it isa space of communion rather than separationand embolden our voices to break through the silent doors that break Us.

Tonight, on Shameless Feminine Speaks: The Silence that Breaks Us Silence can offer a beautiful space of communion or it can become the space between us. It can open the door and invite the outside indrawing us out of our singular selves and into the grand reception of receptivityor it can close that door and quietly hold guard over its illusion of separation. The silence that breaks us is the silence that bites the tongue of what already feels separatemisunderstood, h...urt, ashamed. It is the secret we hold that ends up holding us, bound by a constriction that strangles far more than our voice; it ties our hands, hindering our reach for each other. Now (and always) is a time for us to break this silence that breaks the ‘We’ of Us. Though today’s conversations may be challenging (change tends to demand disruption), the comfort of our cautious and seemingly polite (or ‘spiritual’) silence isn’t offering refuge or respect... other than to the old guards of our locked doors. And the keys that are begging entry right now are both painfully personalprying at our relationships with intimacy, trust, and loveand equally wrenching open the shared passageways marked by the crumbling pillars of our societal paradigms. Tonight, on #ShamelessFeminineSpeaks let us restore silence as the medicine it isa space of communion rather than separation, and embolden our voices to break through the hidden doors that break Us. Join the convo LIVE TONIGHT at 5:30 pacific On FB & IG Live #powerofthevoice #communion #communication #breakthesilence #nomoresecrets #nomorehiding #nomoreseparation #illusionofseparation #hiveheart #togetherwerise #newearth #returntothewe #love #truth #healing #shamanism #shamelessfeminine #shamansister unknown artist (if anyone knows this artist please lmk!)