1. Mythic Beings Poem Highlight.
Untitled By Maria Guzman
At mossy mountainsides and kitchen tables and front porchespeople are taming surfaces and reaching for tendernessin other cities, in other rooms, women kneel, inhale, lengthen torsos, a need for relief
Inside an otherwise empty farmhousewe rearrange our flesh like new furnitureall muscles, nerves, bones fold and crease like a box of old booksa tightness in the hips and chest and throat and breath. 
My body, expansive and limberstretches like a vowel in the third grademy mouth, heavy with newnessI could not open it wide enough to tell them I have no memory of breathing 
Not like this.
We lie on the wide wooden floor without shoes and I want to scream at gravity, the quiet, a foreign and brutal galaxy
It is August and I am mercurialspiraling and sweating I reach for tendernessreached the bottom of the blue pool where the jets rise 
reached through bubbling water in the middle of the dark
I am 300 miles from homerain lands on our laughing faces and cupped, naked breast we are Neruda’s plump raindrop, covered in wetspilling our orgasms on lined, pink notecards
Burning, in a pit of orangeI am not alone there are hundreds of meeverywhere
Wild and women made of mirrors striking their tusks at the moon
This stunning poem was written at the Mythic Beings Retreat this past summer. To learn more about forthcoming retreats, click here!

    Mythic Beings Poem Highlight.

    Untitled 
    By Maria Guzman

    At mossy mountainsides
    and kitchen tables and front porches
    people are taming surfaces
    and reaching for tenderness
    in other cities, in other rooms, 
    women kneel, inhale, lengthen
    torsos, a need for relief

    Inside an otherwise empty farmhouse
    we rearrange our flesh like new furniture
    all muscles, nerves, bones
    fold and crease like a box of old books
    a tightness in the hips and chest
    and throat and breath. 

    My body, expansive and limber
    stretches like a vowel in the third grade
    my mouth, heavy with newness
    I could not open it wide enough to tell them 
    I have no memory of breathing 

    Not like this.

    We lie on the wide wooden floor
    without shoes and I want to scream
    at gravity, the quiet, a foreign
    and brutal galaxy

    It is August and I am mercurial
    spiraling and sweating 
    I reach for tenderness

    reached the bottom
    of the blue pool
    where the jets rise 

    reached through
    bubbling water
    in the middle of the dark

    I am 300 miles from home
    rain lands on our laughing faces
    and cupped, naked breast 
    we are Neruda’s plump raindrop,
    covered in wet
    spilling our orgasms on lined,
    pink notecards

    Burning, in a pit of orange
    I am not alone 
    there are hundreds of me
    everywhere

    Wild and women made of mirrors
    striking their tusks at the moon

    This stunning poem was written at the Mythic Beings Retreat this past summer. To learn more about forthcoming retreats, click here!

  2. Hauntings | Cuntext

    Check out this brave & stunning poem by current Digging Deep, Facing Self course member. #GrowFierce

  3. This year we’re giving you a heck a lotta notice! The Mythic Beings Yoga & Creative Writing Retreat is back August 2015 at Seven Arrows Retreat Center & Farm! We’re discovering the elemental body with brand new prompts, eating food sourced from the land and located on a river. That we can swim in. Yes.

This round we are also open to reduced rate camping application-based scholarships and our participants described their magical experience for you to read. Find out the whole scoop at our new website:

www.mythicbeingsretreat.com

    This year we’re giving you a heck a lotta notice! The Mythic Beings Yoga & Creative Writing Retreat is back August 2015 at Seven Arrows Retreat Center & Farm! We’re discovering the elemental body with brand new prompts, eating food sourced from the land and located on a river. That we can swim in. Yes.

    This round we are also open to reduced rate camping application-based scholarships and our participants described their magical experience for you to read. Find out the whole scoop at our new website:

    www.mythicbeingsretreat.com

  4. While working on creating a personal map exercise this morning and googling some inspiration, I came across this delightful map. Hello, treasure for my eyes. Something about you is just so delectable!
From My Father’s Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett.

    While working on creating a personal map exercise this morning and googling some inspiration, I came across this delightful map. Hello, treasure for my eyes. Something about you is just so delectable!

    From My Father’s Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett.

  5. A lovely write up of our #GrowFierce reading series!

    Well, I’ll certainly take this wonderful article about our #GrowFierce readings in the Columbia Spector! Thanks to the author for this warming depiction of our women and their work. 

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