Elizabeth A. Gould
Summer has arrived in Aotearoa! I did a little roadie on the South Island over the Christmas holidays, which filled my heart with hope and joy. May these images of “good things” inspire you as we step into 2024!
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Everywhere I turn, it seems that people are talking about building resilience and developing self-care strategies; it makes sense given the chaotic and heartbreaking times we’re living in. Yet, a big question for me is how we can stay aware and engaged in the world while also taking an active role in protecting our well-being…
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Hello November, my favorite month of the year! I relish this time of honoring the ancestors, celebrating my Scorpio (and Sagittarius) kindred, and giving thanks over a shared meal with friends and family. Since “The Well of Truth” was published five months ago, my life has been filled with joy, relief, and astonishment! Book launches,…
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So many women I’ve talked to see menopause as an ending. But I’ve discovered this is your moment to reinvent yourself after years of focusing on the needs of everyone else. It’s your opportunity to get clear about what matters to you and then to pursue that with all of your energy, time, and talent.” Oprah…
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I offer The Well of Truth as an invitation to you, dear reader, to reimagine the enduring stories of your life through a mythic lens. Join me on this brave adventure, where you might recognize yourself or someone you love in these vignettes about a woman finding self-awareness, radical acceptance, unwavering humor, and deepening maturity through the…
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On the beach, at dawn: four small stones clearly hugging each other. How many kinds of love might there be in the world, and many formations might they make and who am I ever to imagine I could know such a marvelous business? When the sun broke it poured willingly its light over the stones…
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I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and floated light as moths among the branches of…
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The crows see me. They stretch their glossy necks In the tallest branches Of green trees. I am Possibly dangerous, I am Entering the kingdom. The dream of my life Is to lie down by a slow river And stare at the light in the trees– To learn something by being nothing A little while…
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This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready to break my heart as the sun rises, as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers and they open — pools of lace, white and pink — and all day the black ants climb over them, boring their deep and mysterious holes…
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What do you say, Percy? I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the moon rise. It’s full tonight. So we go and the moon rises, so beautiful it makes me shudder, makes me think about time and space, makes me take measure of myself: one iota pondering heaven. Thus we sit, myself…
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