• Feminist,  Introspection,  Musings,  Patriarchy

    Know Your Worth

    I hate this phrase.  I frequently hear this phrase.  I question my sanity as to why I still listen to this phrase?  My heart convulses when it’s reiterated to me.  Who has decided that we have to know our worth?  I demand to know who makes these bullshit rules up anyhow.  Why do I hate it and listen to it simultaneously?  Is this phrase something that I believe in?  Is it something that I need to know?  Do I need to know my worth?   Would I ask another woman to “know her worth?” There’s something inside of me that tells me “I don’t think so.”  I love these overthinking exercises…

  • Depression,  Feminist,  Musings,  Patriarchy,  ShadowWork,  Story Medicine,  Underworld Work,  Wounds of the Feminine

    PRAY WITH YOUR BODY AND YOU WILL FIND HER

    Sinking onto the floor in a puddle of child’s pose, I take a deep and sad breath in as I begin to move, to conjure up the something that has been missing in my life. My body moves in a sensual yogic dance… I WORSHIP I DANCE I PRAY I AM THE ECSTASY OF A SIMPLE SWAY And as I breathe in, I AM THE BLISS OF THE FIRST BREATH OF DAY.  Lighting a candle and setting sacred space I begin to feel them entering the room one at a time.  I call to my primal ancestors, my highest spirit guides, the energy of SHE, the Magdalene and the Christ…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Feminist,  mansplain,  Patriarchy

    Mansplain Me MothaFucka

    “Put on your face Know your place Shut up and smile Don’t spread your legs I could do that…. I can’t keep quite no oh oh oh oh oh oh I can’t keep quite no oh oh oh oh oh oh A one woman riot oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.”  -Quiet, MILCK What does it feel like to be mansplained to?  I can tell you, it’s really fucking annoying that’s what, but what’s worse than that is that it’s a devaluation of yourself as a capable, knowledgeable adult female being.  It’s a patriarchal derogatory connotative tone that takes your innate feminine energy and attempts to place you…

  • Fairy Tales Revisioned,  Magick,  Patriarchy

    Coal Miner’s Daughter

    Once upon a time, not that long ago, my paternal-line had land, they had titles, they came from an ancient clan with a crest to claim. Three generations before me they left upon the SS Anchoria, after a failed attempt to stay closer in Scotland and sailed away from the Emerald Isle in desperate search of a better life. My grandfather was 1st generation Irish, and it’s the same story told by millions of Irish immigrants driven out of their homeland through the greed of the spreading British colonialism, it was mass genocide of an inconceivable size blamed upon a potato blight. What it really was, was the creator of…

  • Patriarchy,  ShadowWork,  Uncategorized

    Blanket Forts

    I feel so alone. I’m so sad. I’ve reverted back to my childhood blanket to cover my face and wipe away my tears. Sobs, complete body buzzes of anxiety, it’s the season, it’s a hard astrological year, it’s been deep and terrifying and healing all at once. I’m so deep in my depression fort that I must be the only one unable to resurface, what’s wrong with me, why am I so BAD? Suddenly I feel it the vibrations of that old childhood telephone that I constructed, you know the ones with a long cord in between two cups? It vibrates and pulls and on the end miraculously, magically because…

  • Patriarchy,  Uncategorized,  Witch's Market Herstory

    Witches are Rising

    Even though this was intended to be a fear mongering article I love it for so many reasons! First, because whoever wrote the article felt compelled enough to actually dig into some of the basics of the magic theories, particularly chaos magic and even though he translates it terribly and changes the true base meaning he at least actually did some research. Secondly, the fact that these witches out number Presbyterians articles are being written means that we are doing some good work and they are noticing! I like the ending quote and I’m not sure why the author decided to end on a note that further proves part of…