ACOAS: And Creating Intimacy.

Are you:

Afraid of abandonment?
An approval seeker?
Attracted to "weaker" people you feel you must rescue?
A "stuffer" of feelings?
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Frightened by criticism?
Terrified you'll be "found out"?

YOU'RE NOT ALONE.

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The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's

Happy Valentine's Day



The
Song of Solomon

1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.

Colloquy of Bride and Friends
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!
For your love is better than wine,
3 your anointing oils are fragrant,
your name is perfume poured out;
therefore the maidens love you.
4 Draw me after you, let us make haste.
The king has brought me into his chambers.
We will exult and rejoice in you;
we will extol your love more than wine;
rightly do they love you.
5 I am black and beautiful,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
like the tents of Kedar,
like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not gaze at me because I am dark,
because the sun has gazed on me.
My mother's sons were angry with me;
they made me keeper of the vineyards,
but my own vineyard I have not kept!
7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
where you pasture your flock,
where you make it lie down at noon;
for why should I be like one who is veiled
beside the flocks of your companions?

8 If you do not know,
O fairest among women,
follow the tracks of the flock,
and pasture your kids
beside the shepherds' tents.


Colloquy of Bridegroom, Friends, and Bride
9 I compare you, my love,
to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Your cheeks are comely with ornaments,
your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you ornaments of gold,
studded with silver.
12 While the king was on his couch,
my nard gave forth its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh
that lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
in the vineyards of En-gedi.

15 Ah, you are beautiful, my love;
ah, you are beautiful;
your eyes are doves.
16 Ah, you are beautiful, my beloved,
truly lovely.
Our couch is green;
17 the beams of our house are cedar,
our raftersa are pine.

Learning to Love and Be Loved

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Sometimes we're too needy. Sometimes, we want love so much, we cling; we ask too much of our partner. Other times, we withdraw in fear.

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Artemis

Hymn To Artemis
The Virgin Goddess of the Hunt
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O pale, cool goddess, proud and free
Roaming through woods and skies
I call upon you to bless me
With your great gift of freedom

I wish no heat of human passion
Envy, lust, or desperation
Nor the crowded streets and archways
Full of sweat and stinking masses

What I wish is virgin silence
Quiet glades and rushing water
To hunt and fish with none to follow
To breathe the cool of evening air

You have untied the knots
Which bind the stale hordes of men together
You have escaped the net
Of clubs, arenas, and crowded tables

Hear me and breathe fresh air to me
New springtime, and cool, clear winds
Heal my tired lust and send
New and chaste strength into me

Give me courage and independence
That I may break free of all my bonds
That I may follow in temple or hunt
The path you have blessed
May all my needs and desires be drowned
In your cool and running streams

I offer to you this bowl of water
Shining with the moon's reflection
I offer you incense and night-blooming flowers
White ones, delicate yet strong
Growing where no other was able
Independent, proud and free
Like you, o goddess
Heal and help me!