Whose constancy in the vastness keeps us connected in the darkness.
Our lady of the word processor whose steadfastness holds us in language beyond time, space, and the vicissitudes of the cosmos.
Our lady of the nimble fingers,
Grant us the power always to write what we feel and share it in the world so that we might remember that we are kin.
Dear sister writer, blessings upon your task and on your going about on that land so far away and in the grace of She who keeps us all remembering that we are we, not only, and are ever held in love.
Thank you Sylvia for these beautiful litanies that inspire a refocusing in me of the hope and deep reverence for the land and life I inhabit.
When I first took your Writing Down the Stars classes in 2020, my life was forever changed, and this prayer you had shared at that time was truly a life saving balm through both personal and global immensely troubled times. The practice of writing my own litanies thereafter pulled me back from the edges of resentment and bitter sorrows. Opened my eyes and my listening heart. Sat me down in the rich earth with the wild plants growing up through the cracks in the concrete, and in turn cracked me open to that unending love.
Since first reading your litany, this prayer practice always arrives with a tender yet firm reminder just when I need it most. It is the hand that pulls me back into the wonderments of this world and the one that clasps me to all beings and the rooted earth once more.
Aaahh this is an exquisite warm nektar awakening ritual prayer in my bloods. Thank you tenderized heart. I am so very grateful for your beauty and expression ✨🪶
Finally got round to reading these and they felt like a warm balm around my heart. Our Lady of Honey on the Tongue.... Mmmmmm. Imagining you putting these words down with the Maries by your side this month just adds all the more potency. Oh the comfort of her thousand secret names... <3
Our lady of the internet connection,
Whose constancy in the vastness keeps us connected in the darkness.
Our lady of the word processor whose steadfastness holds us in language beyond time, space, and the vicissitudes of the cosmos.
Our lady of the nimble fingers,
Grant us the power always to write what we feel and share it in the world so that we might remember that we are kin.
Dear sister writer, blessings upon your task and on your going about on that land so far away and in the grace of She who keeps us all remembering that we are we, not only, and are ever held in love.
Thank you Sylvia for these beautiful litanies that inspire a refocusing in me of the hope and deep reverence for the land and life I inhabit.
When I first took your Writing Down the Stars classes in 2020, my life was forever changed, and this prayer you had shared at that time was truly a life saving balm through both personal and global immensely troubled times. The practice of writing my own litanies thereafter pulled me back from the edges of resentment and bitter sorrows. Opened my eyes and my listening heart. Sat me down in the rich earth with the wild plants growing up through the cracks in the concrete, and in turn cracked me open to that unending love.
Since first reading your litany, this prayer practice always arrives with a tender yet firm reminder just when I need it most. It is the hand that pulls me back into the wonderments of this world and the one that clasps me to all beings and the rooted earth once more.
Your beautiful words brought tears into my eyes. Tears of love, I think. Love for the Wild Ones.
Aaahh this is an exquisite warm nektar awakening ritual prayer in my bloods. Thank you tenderized heart. I am so very grateful for your beauty and expression ✨🪶
Thank you Sylvia. My heart is broken today, I am grieving. This was like a balm. xo
Beautiful, vivid writing. Thanks for sharing your words.
Thank you for this!
I am so grateful for these poem prayers that speak to the wilderness of the earth and the heart! Thank you!
Finally got round to reading these and they felt like a warm balm around my heart. Our Lady of Honey on the Tongue.... Mmmmmm. Imagining you putting these words down with the Maries by your side this month just adds all the more potency. Oh the comfort of her thousand secret names... <3