The Truth of You

“You are a story the
ocean is telling
the sky

the stars speak your name
the moon sings
in your veins
the selkies who swim
through harbor and lagoon
remember you
with liquid eyes

come home
to the timeless tide
to the truth of you
hidden like witchlight
under your skin
come home to your
true story
the one hidden like
sunken treasure
beneath
who you think you are
and who the world
told you
you could be

daughter
mother
sister
wife
worker
healer
helper
friend

you are more than
the roles you play
for others
and the ones you try on
for yourself
you are more than
your fear
more than your
longing
circumstances
and pain

come away
from the harsh
dry land of limitation
move away
from the shoreline
of approval
the sharp rocks of fitting in
will only bruise your
luminous skin

lay down
all you think you know
abandon
that habit of smallness
relinquish
the sting of bigness
let what is unworthy
drift out from you

feel

allow the waves
of possibility
to cradle your
soul-drenched heart

float

on the current of ancestors
those who burned and bled
who gave all so you
could embody
what they could not
so that you could become

more

spread your arms wide
like hope
and your legs wild
like abandon
feel your spine loosen
with silk and
starlight

you belong to She who holds
the deep in her lap
She is not afraid of the dark

She is the dark

and you are
the pearl
she is crafting
from chaos and crisis
look at you shine
every bit of you
treasure”

~Angi Sullins
WITCHLIGHT album

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Art: The Energy of Me
by Nancy Lankston

The Roots of Easter

Elaine Bayley

As we hold Easter egg hunts and gift those we love with bunny shaped candies this weekend, we are actually tapping into European rites of spring from pre-Christian times. The ancient Germanic Goddess Eostre (aka Ostara) embodied spring, the season of  rebirth, renewal and new growth. Eostre’s symbology included fertile rabbits as well as the egg.

The sacred moon Goddess Ix Chel holds a similar place of honor in the Mayan culture. Like Eostre, Ix Chel is also associated with rabbits. She is shown below with her beloved consort rabbit.

Ix Chel has been worshipped throughout Mexico and many parts of Central and South America for thousands of years.  It is said that Ix Chel is responsible for nourishing the crops by overturning her sacred womb jar so that the waters will flow through the world, nourishing new life. 

“Goddess Ix Chel, known as the Maya[n] Goddess of the Moon, Water, Weaving and Childbirth… all having to do with cycles, tides, creating and bringing new life.

Her Rabbit consort/ child/sister/brother/mother/father/friend is the personification of new life and cleaving to bringing the young along, the gentle spirit, the shy, and yet the enduringly fertile/creative.

She is called the pale one…and is co-existant and interchangable with the moon and the moon’s cycles… she is a miracle maker, a healer, a teacher, a keeper of stories… and as she is also the moon also going dark for three days… Ix Chel suffering torment but comes ever back to full radiant reflective light again.

There are so many Ix Chels in the world, and so many Auroras and so many Jesu’s and so many Attis’ and so many of the great One who was taken down and then came back to life in triumph.

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

It is amazing to me that people all over this Earth created similar stories and myths of rebirth and renewal to honor spring. We are truly one Tribe.

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A Loyal Companion

‘The moon is a loyal companion.

It never oleaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.

Uncertain.
Alone.
Cratered by imperfections.’

~Tahereh Mafi

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Art by Felicia Olin

Priestess Full Moon

A poem in honor of this potent full moon in Virgo, the sign of the earth priestess…

A fire in the night
light up seeing
stars twinkle

and the Moon
is on her way
down the road

we turned
around and around
until we knew

in our broken bones
what was true
and red birds flew

the sky got more blue
over the green sea
we prayed unto

our Mother who knew
chaos would crumble,
our power would rumble

and this moment
brought destiny
to Her knees.

~Hunni Bloom

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Art by HolgaJen (Etsy)