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MY SISTERS SAY by Krista Katrovas

This poem came to fruition as a mantra for sisterhood…

This is a gentle reminder to live as royalty! To live honoring our own divinity. We each deserve to treat ourselves as such, as the divine beings that we are: listening to our needs, desires, and hopes each and every day. Sometimes, we just need reminding. Here is today’s reminder for you…

My Sisters Say

My sisters say, it’s time to dance
My sisters say, it’s time to sing
My sisters say, it’s time to look at the moon.

My sisters say, it’s time to talk
My sisters say, its time to laugh
My sisters say, its time to cast our spells.

My sisters say, it’s time to rest
My sisters say, it’s time to eat
My sisters say, it’s time to bless our body temples.

My sisters say, embrace the Goddess
My sisters say, reclaim your royalty
My sisters say, it’s time to live as Queens.

My sisters, dance,
My sisters, sing,
My sisters, moon gaze,
My sisters, talk,
My sisters, laugh
My sisters, cast spells.

My sisters, rest
My sisters, eat
My sisters, bless the body temples
My sisters, embrace the Goddess
My sisters, reclaim their royalty
My sisters, live as Queens.
Photography by Braja Mandala

Krista Katrovas (E-RYT) has dedicated herself to the practice, study and teaching of yoga since discovering it in 1999 after dancing rigorously as a dance major in college. Krista has had scores of articles on Yoga, Wellness, and Spirituality published in nationally regulated magazines. She has a regular column at Elephant Journal here. She has taught Yoga in Prague every July since 2009 and has been sought to teach in Kuwait, Canada, Virginia, California, Kentucky, and Florida. She calls Kalamazoo, Michigan home, where she teaches Yoga, Meditation, offers Spiritual guidance, and practices Shamanism. She has cats, though also loves dogs, all animals. Her power animal is the Snowy Owl. Visit her yoga website here.

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  1. Beautiful! I shared your poem with some special sisters today ;)


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