• 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…

  • Introspection,  ShadowWork,  Underworld Work

    Tara’s Descent

    “TThey carry her ashes carefully, deliberately, inside a basket. wrapped in bear fur, with flakes of charcoal from the burning of oak and hazel, and floating strands from her shroud. The blue winds of white horse hill numb the jaws of these far walkers So distant we can barely see them. The bairn’s dust is taken to the high hill, haunt of bleak vastness. A cairn is prepared, the old sounds made. Purple moor grass stuffed about the bounty, gathered in the browning-hills-time. Spindlewood ear studs, from such trees that still grow on the lower slopes, pelt, a woven belt of nettles. A necklace that behooves a sovereign, with precious…