Let’s Go Get Her

once upon a time
before the shame
and the sin
you were a cartwheel
hair flying
in full tumble
throwing yourself
with mad delight
into the arms of
wind and spirit

once upon a time
before the shame
and the sin
you were a starkeeper
your wishes alone
kept the stars aloft
in a velvet sky
of invitation and belonging

you knew the sylvan
truth of fireflies
and trailed their
golden lantern path
over silvered meadow
into to the lullaby
of fairyland

the moon was a
grandmother from a tale
you still remembered
watching over your every move
look! you said. Look!
everywhere we go
the moon follows us
all the way home

once upon a time
before the shame
and the sin
acorns were goblin hats
trees were secret keepers
clouds were sky puppets
butterflies and honey bees
were emissaries of otherwhere
guarding the old stories
adults had already forgotten
to remember

once upon a time
before the shame
and the sin
you moved through
the world like it was
your back yard
elbows made of frolic
knees made of wonder
fingers and toes a whirl
of color and possibility

your mind was full of
neverland
and your heart was full
of Oz
your body was still
a playground
and a confidant
and a friend

remember her?
she got lost somewhere
between the shame
and the sin
but she’s still there
cartwheel smile
moonbeam soul
fairy tale girl
in love with
her own life
in love with you
bawdy and soul

she’s still in there
daring, brazen
wild with
possibility
let’s
go
get
her.

~Ang Sullins
www.angisullins.com

I’ll Tell You A Secret

Anyone who says, “Here’s my address,
write me a poem,” deserves something in reply.
So I’ll tell a secret instead:
poems hide.
In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping.
They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings
the moment before we wake up.
What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them.

~Naomi Shihab Nye

Image: Pink Sherbet Photography 

Woman Divine

Painting by Arlene Bailey

Earth Woman
Bone Woman
Spiral on the Stone Woman

Sky Woman 
Air Woman
Wind in her hair Woman 

Fire Woman
Shimmer Woman
Candle glow and glimmer Woman

Water Woman
Rain Woman
Wash away the pain Woman 

Wolf Woman
Lone Woman
Maiden, Mother, Crone Woman 

Bird Woman
Sing Woman
Feather on the Wing Woman

Cauldron Woman
Moon Woman
Sacred Blood of Womb Woman 

Tree Woman
Root Woman 
Flower into Fruit Woman

Drum Woman
Come Woman
Dance in Time with All Women 

~Rebekah Myers

Holy Her

Goddess of Laussel, c. 22,000-18,000 BCE

“Before the shrinking of the Feminine was the Goddess—and all that is split in our own lives was in harmony in Hers. She was profoundly in Her body. Her body itself was sacred. In the Old Religion, body and spirit were one. She was seen as substantial, as essentially embodied. Her thighs, Her Belly, Her breasts were generous, Her physical strength apparent. We miss the beauty of such an image, we who have been taught to measure ourselves endlessly. Too fat, too thin, too flat, too wrinkled. Our bodies are never good, and in themselves. We must deny our naturalness to see beauty.

What we learn to reject was once holy. What we learn to hide behind closed doors was once celebrated in the open. Blood was sacred to the Goddess—menstrual blood. Some of Her images were painted red between the legs. What some of us and many of our mothers learned to see as ‘the curse’ was once seen as the Blessing, women’s particular creative magic. The blood that flows of itself and not from a wounding was thought to be the very source of life. One early creation tale stated than when the Mother created man and woman, She made them from a mixture of Her menstrual blood and clay. Moreover, every woman carried some of the Goddess’s sacred substance and participated in Her ability to create life.”


~Kathie Carlson,
In Her Image: The Unhealed
Daughter’s Search for Her Mother

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Elemental Dreaming: Moon Wisdom

Image by Katsiaryna Naliuka

Please join me Thursday December 15th for a FREE Wild Feminine Path event.

We will focus on connecting with the ancient wisdom of Grandma Moon.

I will guide you into DreamSpace in the shamanic style where we will chillax and commune with the waning last quarter moon. It’s a wonderful way to drop in, get yin and embrace the beauty of this season.

What wild and sacred wisdom does Grandma Moon want to share with us?.

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Elemental Dreaming with Grandma Moon
Free Zoom Event
Thursday December 15th, 2022
6 PM Mountain (8 PM Eastern, 5 PM Pacific)

Link to Join Zoom Meeting
https://us02web.zoom.us/j/5722488733?pwd=WmErMWt5TnhxMCt4NFZFUUJlaWtyQT09

Meeting ID: 572 248 8733
Passcode: V2cRf1

Can’t attend live? No worries. This event will be recorded.
Simply email me to receive a link to the recording.

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I will no longer whisper my prayers in secret 
for fear of being called a wild-eyed witch.
Look for me in the forest, 

howling at the moon.
~NancyL

I No Longer Pray

An Offering to Earth , Sun and Moon

I no longer pray—
now I drink dark chocolate
and let the moon sing to me.

I no longer pray—
I let my ancestors dance
through my hips
at the slightest provocation.

I no longer pray—
I go to the river
and howl my ancient pain
into the current.

I no longer pray—
I ache, I desire,
I say “yes” to my longing.

I no longer pray as I was taught
but as the stars crawl
onto my lap like soft animals at nighttime
and God tucks my hair behind my ears
with the gentle fingers of her wind
and a new intimacy is uncovered in everything,
perhaps it’s that I’m finally learning
how to pray.

~Chelan Harkin

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Image by NancyL