She Will Become Stardust
She will forget the fairies for a while.
She will try to hide her skinned knees behind longer dresses.
She will put down her crayons.
She will try to fit in, and begin to hide parts of herself.
She will stop singing to birds.
She will wonder where babies come from.
She will, even at this age, think about having babies.
She will make friends with the underdog.
She will wonder who will love her.
She will lose the bridge to her imagination.
She will have circles with friends in the forest.
She will find a style that is her own and love it.
She will begin to doodle on her homework.
She will try to fit in, and then rebel.
She will sing in the band, and in her car.
She will begin to bleed with the full moon.
She will, with support, try not to get pregnant.
She will join the march and fight for justice.
She will have her heart broken and break others too.
She will begin to wonder what she forgot.
She will eventually remember the magic she holds.
She will take up the space that is hers, though it will take time.
She will recognize her crayons have become paintbrushes.
She will stop trying to please everyone and be relieved.
She will find her voice and speak it aloud and be called WILD.
She will begin to be asked when she will have children.
She will then give birth to children or ideas or both.
She will call circles and call for revolution.
She will be loved and and love like it is all there is.
She will call back her muse and promise to never let her go.
She will become a mystic who knows things.
She will become an eccentric in leather and lace.
She will choose to open a gallery to show off her paintings.
She will bring her medicine basket and people will heal.
She will write books by the beach with her many stories.
She will stop bleeding and howl at the moon.
She will be asked if she is a grandmother.
She will speak about the arc of injustice she has seen.
She will choose to become the lover of the universe.
She will have tea with her muse.
She will become so thin she slips into another world.
She will drop her clothing and become the cosmos.
She will leave her images to be discovered by others.
She will connect with the source beyond source.
She will bring her teachings with her where she goes.
She will have no bone, no blood, yet she will be everywhere.
She will become the grandmother of the world.
She will inspire us to stand up for what we want to save.
She will become love and all who know her will feel that love.
She will become stardust.
Mothers, I am here to remind you of your crown.
You have literally been initiated
into the creative source of the Universe.
So often, I have seen mothers uproot themselves
from their own superpower when trying to act in the world,
as if the big boys in suits know the rules of
the game of creation better than they do.
Mothers, you know how creation works, more than anyone.
Stay close to that knowing.
The knowing is not in your cranial brain;
it is in your womb brain.
You do the impossible; you have superpowers.
You have been through receiving life, growing life,
gestation, holding, sustaining. You know how to wait;
you’ve been through all the different changes
that happen in order for new life to come.
You know and have experienced exactly
when the time is right to move in full action.
And you have learned this symbiosis,
this total merging with another being—
the complete, utter commitment
and surrender required of you.
We need you more than ever. Your Shakti, in my view,
is what’s going to save us.
And it is saving us every single day.
Without you, none of this would be here.
Mothers, take your seat.
Straighten that crown, and hold your head high.
Own what you’ve been through and what you’re going through.
The world needs you.
~ Chameli Ardagh
Fiery new moon and potent seed point today.
Every creation begins from a tiny spark…
What will you commit to doing this spring?
Focus, set intentions and take action now.
May Brigid bless the house wherein you dwell
Bless every fireside every wall and door
Bless every heart that beats beneath its roof
Bless every hand that toils to bring it joy
Bless every foot that walks its portals through
May Brigid bless the house that shelters you.
In February the ancient tribes of Europe celebrated Imbolc and the return of spring. Imbolc marks the halfway point between winter solstice and spring equinox. It falls on February 3 in 2017.
Brigid is the Pagan Goddess / Catholic Saint that the Celtic people associated with Imbolc. In Celtic tales, Brigid is said to have been born at daybreak. She rose into the sky with rays of fiery sun beaming from her head. As an infant, Brigid was fed with milk from a sacred cow from the fairy realm. It is also believed that small flowers and shamrocks would appear wherever the Goddess Brigid walked. As a sun Goddess, Brigid’s gifts are light (knowledge), inspiration, and the healing energy of the sun. Brigid is also associated with sacred healing waters. There are many springs and wells named after her in the British Isles.
Whether seen as a Goddess or Saint, Brigid commands the power of both fire and ice. You can honor Imbolc and Brigid by lighting a candle and offering gratitude that spring is on its way.