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Durga

on April 13, 2017 No comments

The thrash of the tiger
Is held so quietly within
the stillness of her striped form.
Soft muscularity,
Terrifying black, gold beauty.

Would my hand dare caress
Her silken curves,
Her pulsating chest,
The vicious magnificence of her passion,
Deadly and divine
With no transgression
Sensuous jugular enclosure
a powerful embrace,
Enters the darkness in rapture
Overpowered by grace.

Meditative feline
Stalk the deepest depths of being
Heart roars, erect claws,
Mortal flesh trembling.
Golden mirror of my soul
I know you could consume me whole
Untamed beast flying wild
She honours her nature
Like an innocent child.

What is the mirror that you hold
Hidden in your black and gold
Devoted to your enticing grace
Your ferociousness holds no distaste
You hold the power of the passion
Unashamed and unrationed.

If I am you and you are me
We are the perfect symphony.

~ Carly Mountain

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Pregnancy Yoga

on April 1, 2017 No comments

Join me at the beautiful Nether Edge Studio for a nurturing pregnancy yoga. Classes centre around deepening listening to your body and baby and the natural wisdom of the dance that only you two know how to do together. Simple yoga movement, voice and a deeply restorative Yoga Nidra practice.

This class is unique in that it is limited to 4 women per class. Current block Wednesday 27th March – 17th May inclusive (no class 13th or 20th April). Pre book only £54 for 6 weeks. If you are 37 weeks plus I am happy for you to pay as you go.

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Holy Wings

on March 15, 2017 No comments

 

Holy Wings

The dark cocoon of heartbreak is vital ground.

Through that devastated shipwreck appear the wings of spirit.

The second birth canal,

whose rivers deliver us back to the heart of it all.

 

In the ruthless light of day,

One bridge burns,

And we are no longer our fathers daughters.

The stretcher we wake up on carries us through the thickets of soul towards a new beyond.

 

Heartbreak for one, becomes a grieving for the whole world.

Our embryonic heartbeats,

compel us to build new bridges,

Bridges that hum to the song.

 

We remember,

and our footsteps tough the ground tenderly in their authority.

 

The bridge to God is built through a sincere heart,

And no heart is more sincere,

than that of the unwitting warrior who has found her yes,

who cannot possibly remain folded.

 

She who being broken in two is delivered back into one with everything.

– Carly Mountain

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A Call for the Fierce Protectress on Mothers Day

on March 6, 2016 No comments

In celebration of all Mothers today on Mothers Day. I 100% include those women who have birthed children AND those whose mother energy was destined to birth other creative endeavours in this lifetime.

We are living in a time of mass movement of so many refugees, so many women and children forced to leave their homes. There are horrendous wars and within this mass abuse and rape of women and children. Thinking of all those who are displaced and lost and in pain today, its hard not to recognise that we need fierce feminine, we need the roar of the lioness. Chameli Ardagh articulates this with such humour and grace in her TED talk. I have posted it before but is worth posting again. Have a wonderful day.

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Carly MountainA Call for the Fierce Protectress on Mothers Day

Coming out as…grey

on March 14, 2014 No comments

For 20 years no less, I have polluted my system with hair dye.

I’m done. I am taking my masks off. I do not want to pollute my system or our water with those chemicals anymore. I am done with the violence of the beauty industry, to the earth, to animals and to myself.

Change is life. And to age is a privilege.

If we are to walk a life of meaning we must do just that, walk it. And there are many ways to do that. We are after all transmitters and I find myself asking everyday “What do I want my transmission to say?”. So many people have said “you are so brave”. But isn’t it odd, that it is brave to be natural, to be seen as I am? I have finally realised that to let the earth shine through me is the most beautiful I could ever be. It’s not conventional, it requires a letting go of looking to those ideals for a sense of worth.

Ultimately we hold the keys to our own cages. Age brings wisdom. Women as they ripen into the autumn and winter of life are often mocked for being menopausal, or are “traded in for a younger model”, get the sack whilst their male counterparts work on in their distinguished gentlemanly aging. And we perpetuate it with surgery, hair dye, dieting, grasping outwardly for some resemblance of summer that we think will make us desirable, empower us and make us feel we have a place. I am not saying that enjoying looking after our appearance is wrong, it can be a beautiful way of taking care of ourselves. But, it is worth checking in with who we are doing it for and what our choices are based on.

You can’t grasp power from outside, you tap into it from the inside. We are abundant, we are earth, we are love.

So enter the reign of the wolf, the wild, the free.

Grow old with grace. And be the change you wish to see.

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