• Feminist,  Patriarchy,  Wounds of the Feminine

    A Ritual for Greta, Autumn and the Children of the Earth

    Beating drums, and pulsing hearts we are the result of thousands of loves, and thousands of lives and eons of toes that have sunk into the sands of time before us.  It has become terrifyingly obvious how quickly that primal knowledge can fade, especially in a world that appears to be much more technologically interconnected.  We sit in an airport and there are futuristic looking trains that pull up on elevated railways, fountains that shoot water to the synchronistic pulse of a beat played, plugged into our illusionary woven web of connection through our phones and other electronic devices, and yet we are suffering and we are wondering around on…

  • Contributory Writer,  Introspection,  Lady Mayhem,  ShadowWork

    The Book of Madness

    The Book of Madness Before me lays a black book upon a bed of feathers, dark red stains lay upon its pages, watery drops that have come from me. A silver candle is lit to the right of it and the winds of sage ruffles its pages as it blows across from the left. A sight that makes my heart falter and my barriers drop, this is where my whole soul comes forth, this is where I do my work, my gravest work, my hardest work. Black candles await upon a silver holder engraved with spirals; with one pull of a lighter, they are ablaze. The fire flickers, making shadows…

  • Anxiety,  Patriarchy,  ShadowWork,  Story Medicine,  Wounds of the Feminine

    The Anxiety of Being Stalked

    A large pawed tiger was stalking my back today and I felt like a white pelted snow rabbit frozen in fear, wide blue eyes staring wildly out with my back turned to the wall.  It’s a feeling that I experience frequently like while walking in the park, I take with me my large Labrador on his protective prowl, and I still glance nervously over my shoulder often as if the large pawed tiger is going to leap from the trees at any moment and drag me off into the woods.  In my twenties I had recurrent dreams of being stalked by a man in a black coat whose face I…

  • Contributory Writer,  Feminist,  Lady Mayhem,  Patriarchy

    I KNOW YOUR HEART

    I Know Your Heart Yes, sister. I see you watching me, I know your heart stirs as I rub dark earthly mud across my nipples, along my cheek bones and down the lines of my stomach. I know your mouth waters as I swing my hips ecstatically through the tall grass. I know you long to have feathers dangle from your ears, lace stockings whisper up your legs, and a stone crown upon your head, as I do. I see you sister. I’m an earth queen and you wish to be beside me. My heart goes out to you, for I know that you have been kept quiet due to…