Prima Materia of the Muse ☀️🩷☀️

Dear Ones,

I just spent three days with 125 women virtually and 25 women in Sonoma. Sharing my heart, the teachings of the muse, and the integration of the critic. This is where my painting is at and where the poem emerged this morning. Dedicated to color of women 2025!!!

I love co-leading with two of my best friends, Lavender and Amber. Powerful women that light up my heart.

🩷🩷🩷Shiloh Sophia

P.S. check Musea.org to paint with usThere is a MUSE of Magics class coming up….

The Muse of Prima Materia

The Muse

She rises up from underground rivers

She shimmies down from stardust dreams

Wild horses ride the roads of her hair

Birds of every color perch on her branches

In her pocket, a silvery lizard rides shotgun

On her cowgirl hat, a tiny gold spider spins tales

She winks at me, I blush in dozens of roses

Because my Muse is beautiful and funny and

We like each other

The Muse

She constellates from my ancient root system

Remembering red ochre markings on cave walls

She comes to me from the portals of every house

I have ever lived in, and reminds me, I have choice

I have voice… I have choice… I have voice….

My Muse mantra releases hidden butterflies

Today, in her leopard print sunglasses

In her glittering magenta lipgloss kiss

She is impossibly bossy, and I like it, Swack!

The Muse

She says to me: Girl, it’s time to sing it!

Sing what? I ask. Yes, she replies, Yes!

Her cryptic responses vibrate everywhere

Every sensual opening humming with life

Honey Bees fly around my head, their humming

Lights sweet sparks of ancient creative fire

I know what she means

The sacred language of all women:

Mother Tongue, Yes it’s Mother Tongue timeThe Muse

The prima materia of the Muse is:

Truth so sharp it bears a double-edge blade

The original substance of creation, is me-in-matter

My stardust bones, my lightening mind fires & wires

She says to me: You are the universe, universing

as You, act like it, won’t you? Come on now!

The Mother Tongue of the Muse is a kiss of fire

and a bad attitude that’s just so good

The Muse

Her invitation to play just makes me happy

Let this be our unquiet revolution

Against all odds, a council of misfits

Gathers to enjoy life amidst the chaos that swirls

Brazen, unapologetic, extra extra women

I will see you there, at the Red Thread Café

Tea with the Muse is not just a good idea

It’s Ritual Access to our Mother Tongue

Let’s speak, let’s sing, let’s sway, let’s pray

Let’s Create!!

Shiloh Sophia Laughing Cloud

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