I have stared out my kitchen window several times a day for over 20 years and only yesterday did I notice that I have a woman emerging from the closest tree. From several different angles, a female figure is clearly stepping out of the tree’s gnarled bark. Now, do I believe that there is a… Continue reading Celebrate Your Muses: Your Gateways to Inner Worlds
Tag: Sacred Feminine
Gathering Roses in Galactic Maelstroms
Whether it is astronomical convergences, or historical cycles, or just coincidence, these past few months have seemed to be time of galactic change in the lives of many people I know. Whatever the cause, upheaval, forced truth-facing, losing one life and embarking on a new one, emotional anarchy, creative excitement and inspiration, initiations and rebirths… Continue reading Gathering Roses in Galactic Maelstroms
Snow for the Winter of Life
The older I get, the more I love the snow. This winter, as more snow has fallen than in almost any winter on record, I hated what it did to the convenience in my life at first. But now I see that each flake is a kiss from the hag, the Spirit of Winter, the… Continue reading Snow for the Winter of Life
Every Woman Is a Storyteller
The myth of Demeter and Persephone, as it is generally retold, goes something like this: Persephone, the maiden daughter of the Earth Goddess Demeter, was joyfully picking flowers with her friends when Hades kidnapped her and took her to his Underworld realm. Demeter wandered the earth in despair seeking her daughter, rendering the land barren… Continue reading Every Woman Is a Storyteller
The ABCs of Goddess in Everyday Life
I was just sent a fun meme game by Aerolin in which you are supposed to write 26 things about yourself using the alphabet. Well, since I love to change rules, I’m going to write instead about 26 things in which I find Goddess around the house. Here goes! A is for apple, that fruit… Continue reading The ABCs of Goddess in Everyday Life
The Strength of the Weeping Willow
As I become older, I find myself getting “weaker,” as I have always thought of that word, rather than “stronger,” as I thought I would. I more often get emotionally overwrought, or find that I have to take a break from life for a day or two, or am deeply wounded by something that is… Continue reading The Strength of the Weeping Willow
This Old House, Part Two
As I mentioned in the last post, I often think of the women who lived and worked in my house 150 years ago. Though I know nothing about them, I do sometimes wonder what their lives were like and what they thought about the world they lived in. Occasionally, when I am feeling as if… Continue reading This Old House, Part Two
This Old House, Part One
The house that I live in is more than 150 years old; it was built in about 1850 as housing for workers in the textile mill down the street. Everyday, when I put my clothes into bins under the bed because there are no closets or stuff the groceries into the cupboards that were built… Continue reading This Old House, Part One
The Dance of Voice and Silence
Hundreds of years from now, when people look back on this time, I think that one of the most important steps forward we will have made is an understanding and honoring of both speech and quiet, voice and silence. Being quiet, now, is considered to be a sign of weakness, of not having anything worth… Continue reading The Dance of Voice and Silence
Goddess in a Teapot 