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Wow. I just discovered this! This is copied and pasted from the WaterWomanFestival myspace page.

Self reliance Permaculturists feel the puzzle pieces are now in the box. All we need are artists to put them together. Water Woman Festival purpose is to rebirth the land that has been stripped of it’s natural resources and nutrients, to enable plants,animals and people to co-exist sustainably. WWF mission is to rebirth our natural earth with the help of permaculture, people and the collective spirit of sustainable art. WWF enables land to regenerate it’s water shed and balance to sustain life for animal ,plants and people. WW seeks to cross pollinate nature with sustainable art through permaculture principles. To empower people to bring back to their communities the knowledge of healing the land and be self reliant. WW purpose is to physically connect people back to earth and create a sustainable space together that cross pollinates permaculture and sustainable art. Sustainable art: A system that solves problems in a beautiful and thoughtful way, that attracts both people and nature together to co-exist. WW seeks to honor rituals honoring the goddess tradition and also create new ones. WW seeks to educate through hands on projects that exercise the body and mind in a fun experience. WW seeks to educate people to the harvesting, managing and seeding of water. Be part of the creative process in building a space our government has failed to establish. WW is the reflection of BM as the polar opposite. WWF’s will insure sustainability for it’s village by salvaging or maintain everything that is created instead of destroying or throwing in landfill. Our countries blue print consists of using all the worlds natural resources, open space for development and that’s considered progress. We will be building a sustainable village that will house volunteers to mend the land. There will be a business consisting of animal shaped stoves and ovens that vend in large cities nearby and plant the seed of WWF. As the land is able to support the vending business, we’ll go in house with all that we grow. Water Woman represents yin energy where Burningman is the yang. In years to come we’ll need both to balance ourselves out.
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There is an old woman who lives in a hidden place that everyone knows but few have ever seen. As in the fairy tales of Eastern Europe, she seems to wait for lost or wandering people and seekers to come to her place.
    She is circumspect, often hairy, always fat, and especially wishes to evade most company. She is both a crower and a cackler, generally having more animal sounds than human ones.
    They say she lives among the rotten granite slopes in Tarahumara Indian Territory. They say she is buried outside Phoenix near a well. She is said to have been seen traveling south to Monte Alban in a burnt-out car with the back window shot out. She is said to stand by the highway near El Paso, or ride shotgun with truckers to Morelia, Mexico, or that she has been sighted walking to market above Oaxaca with strangely formed boughs of firewood on her back. She is called by many names: La Huesera, Bone Woman; La Trapera, The Gatherer; and La Loba, Wolf Woman.
    The sole work of La Loba is the collecting of bones. She is known to collect and preserve especially that which is in danger of being lost to the world. Her cave is filled with the bones of all manner of desert creatures: the deer, the rattlesnake, the crow. But her speciality is said to be wolves.
    She creeps and crawls and sifts through the montanas, mountains, and arroyos, dry riverbeds, looking for wolf bones, and when she has assembled an entire skeleton, when the last bone is in place and the beautiful white sculpture of the creature is laid out before her, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing.
    And when she is sure, she stands over the criatura, raises her arms over it, and sings out. That is when the rib bones and leg bones of the wolf begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. La Loba sings some more, and more of the creature comes into being; its tail curls upward, shaggy and strong.
    And La Loba sings more and the wolf creature begins to breathe.
    And still La Loba sings so deeply that the floor of the desert shakes, and as she sings, the wolf opens its eyes, leaps up, and runs away down the canyon.
    Somewhere in its running, whether by the speed of its running, or by splashing its way into a river, or by way of a ray of sunlight or moonlight hitting it right in the side, the wolf is suddenly transformed into a laughing woman who runs free toward the horizon.
    So it is said that if you wander the desert, and it is near sundown, and you are perhaps a little bit lost, and certainly tired, that you are lucky, for La Loba may take a liking to you and show you something- something of the soul.

~Women Who Run With The Wolves
By Clarissa Pinkola Estes

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Mending the Tattered Web of My Heart, The World
I am mending
the tattered web of my heart, the world,
with plush emerald yarn
of compassion and generosity.
I darn holes torn by blame and judgment
with soft and sturdy strands
of kindness and understanding.

May I repair jagged rips
torn by despair and grief
with braided grasses of gratitude
and deep purple reeds of acceptance
of things as they are.

And where anger and fear burned gaping holes,
may I reweave
with golden threads of forgiveness,
gleaming with copper cords of courage,
and strong silver strands of trust
in the mysterious and holy unfolding
of what is greater than I can know.

To strengthen
this web of my heart, the world,
I send out these healing threads,
to anyone who needs them,
anyone at all
in this whole world.

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I am the beauty of the green earth
and the white moon among the stars
and the mysteries of the waters.
I call upon your soul to arise and come unto me
For I am the soul of nature that gives life to the Universe.
From Me all things proceed and unto Me they must return.
Let My worship be in the heart that rejoices, for behold-
all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals.
Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion,
honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you.
And you who seek to know Me, know that your
seeking and yearning will avail you not, unless
you know the Mystery:
for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself,
you will never find it without.
For behold, I have been with you from the 
beginning, and I am that which 
is attained at the end of desire.

-Poem version by Starhawk

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