Woodspriestess: She is Crone
Crone Wise woman Sage woman Grandmother Her cloak of many colors Is woven from the threads Of a million stories Part of the fiber of her being Her righteous anger is carried In the soles of her feet No...
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Spring
Spring what are we leaping towards what wants to push up from cold ground what wants to open to the sun what is it that we need to know What quiet, steady pulse beats below the surface what hope...
View ArticleThursday Thealogy: Interconnection
The opening of your heart never ceases It comes in on the tide of breath It goes out in the tide of breath The whispering of a lover a chant, a song, a prayer to your wholeness to the sacred awakening...
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Spring Snow
The planet is an unimaginably intricate ecosystem of interdependent majesty and fundamental holiness like a snow blanketed spring day… One of the primary benefits of this daily practice is the...
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Breathing Meditation
Hand on heart hand on womb body’s center. Breathing in… peace stillness softness receptivity. Breathing out… tension stress anxiety overwhelm. Breathing in breathing out. Feeling the present moment...
View ArticleSunday Sabbath: Solitude
In entering this space alone I feel I touch the spirit of this place and it is in solitude where I feel most authentically whole complete integrated solid stable at ease secure in my inner wisdom...
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Bonewind
Winter chill bone wind settling in sinking deep Biting frosty air cold stone bone wind. (2/6/13) This surprising second winter continues. The ground is snow-covered. The air is frosty. When I went to...
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Change
Tiny change may be invisible but impactful just the same the sun emerging from behind a cloud a bonewind stilling for a minute shadows marking the ground clouds drifting bird song rooster call snow...
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Dawn to Dusk
Darkness falls entering sacred space stepping from holy ground to holy ground. Recognize it. Owl calls moon rises sun sets small dog sits leaves rustle heart beats blood flows breathing in breathing...
View ArticleThursday Thealogy: Making a Place for Others
I went to the woods intending to take a picture of the setting sun, but I’d accidentally hit the reverse-image button, so my own face was looking at me instead. So, I thought…that’s most real! “…in...
View ArticleTop Thirteen Most Influential People in Goddess Spirituality
Earlier this month I was very interested to see a series of posts on Raise the Horns about the top 25 most influential people in the birth of paganism. When I read Mankey’s post, it reinforced my own...
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Women’s Circles
“I see a chain of women, each listening to each, being present to her as she waits for her Self to be born, for her feeling values to come to form and to birth… Woman after woman, being present, as...
View ArticleSaturday Sabbath: Song from the Mother
(c) Jaine Rose. Reprinted with permission. Today, we were gone all day at one of our work parties with friends. While I didn’t actually take a full digital sabbatical, it made sense to me to switch my...
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Stoneflower
Like flower growing from rock the world is full of tiny, perfect mysteries. Secrets of heart and soul and landscape guarded tenderly taking root in hard crevices stretching forth in impossible...
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Nature’s Blessings
Blessed by wind and blessed by rain blessed by love and blessed by pain. Blessed by tree and blessed by land open heart and open hand. Hopeful spirit drawing near Goddess presence is felt here. Open up...
View ArticleThursday Thealogy: Dreams & Daily Practices
“Form is the language of the universe singing its praises. Its rejoicing is seen everywhere–in the sun through a web of hair, in the flower and its petals, in the subtle folds of a garment, in the...
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Sabbath Prayer
Prayer sweet wind carry it stone hold it earth receive it. Root it in my flesh where the fire of my spirit may ignite it. Hopeful graceful patient purposeful Prayer. Of love of service of indwelling...
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Grandmother
She trails pink fingers across the sky scoops up her stories and offers them with smiles She plans lunch and words and a graceful exit She has been an example of living the stardust of generations has...
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Nourishment
I seek nourishment Physical and emotional Womb-deep hunger Relentless Hot, fiery breath Feeding me (4/8/2013)
View ArticleWoodspriestess: Tiny Flowers
Little world springing up right before my eyes Gracious mysterious present observed or not Carrying out a small, colorful glorious function in the tapestry of life. Tiny flowers know that hope blooms...
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