47 Quotes by Jeanette LeBlanc

A circle of women may just be the most powerful force known to humanity. If you have one, embrace it. If you need one, seek it. If you find one, for the love of all that is good and holy, dive in. Hold on. Love it up. Get Naked. Let them see you. Let them hold you. Let your reluctant tears fall. Let yourself rise fierce and love gentle. You will be changed. The very fabric of your being will be altered by this, if you allow it. Please, please allow it.

Poetry has a long, long memory. After our love is long gone, we will still be reading your poems. You will not be the only one whose heart this breaks. Know that we will stand , reading the words written about our love – and we will ache for you The body will remember the way you shifted and sighed as skin met skin and those words will pay tribute to the lines that were composed while we moved through this world together. Because of this, we will never truly forget you.Let us remember.

The less I know – the more the world opens up, wide and waiting.This is how I have come to understand the taste of freedom.I am filled with resistance. But still, I am here.One letter on this screen at a time, I am here. Neck aching and back bent and eyes burning, I am here.This is what it means to show up.This is what it means to trust the calling.This is what It means to write.

To live this life. To live it with wholeness and gratitude and trust. In the pain and the glory. In the mess and the grace. In the sacred and the desperation. This is the stuff of which real superheros are born.

You will always be my teachers, just as much or more than I am yours. Do not think – nor let anyone convince you – that because of your age or your lack of experience that you do not hold wisdom beyond comprehension. You are wise enough to change the entire world in this movement, right now. Just as you are.

yes, I have feelingsand no, I’m not afraid of themnot even the shadowy onesthat you’d rather ignorei gather them inwelcome them homegive them space to breatheand light them on glorious firejust to seewhat might be illuminatedwhile they burn

I see you, beneath the surface. I see your untamable wild. I see your billowing heart. I see your unshed tears and your not yet dreams and your devotion to spirit. I see you howl at the moon and call the ocean home and ground to earth and grow taller than the trees.I see you.You are not alone. You are not invisible.You are seen. You are seen. You are seen.And my god, you are beautiful.

We are here to love hard and true. Here to give ourselves over to the rush and bliss of it all. Here to offer our patchwork hearts over and over again. Here to feel and fall and hurt and bleed. Here to say yes and to choose wholeness and to break anyway and to do it all again.

I wonder now, is there is a word for strength leaving your body? Or love?What of its arrival?Or is it only pain that the body names, and then only in it’s leaving?It is true, I know, that there are some things for which there are no words.Only the spaces between the words we know to say all that must be saidAnd I think about how some calls come deep, for years and years before I finally answer.I wonder why this is so. And I wonder what this tells you about me.