Goddess of the Silver Wheel

Corona Borealis

Celtic Goddess Arianrhod (ah-ree-AHN-rhohd) has a long and celebrated history. Through the years, she has gone by many names: Goddess of the Silver Wheel, Goddess of Reincarnation, Welsh Star, Mother-Moon Goddess, and the Silver Wheel that Descends into the Sea. Her name actually translates as ‘silver’ (Arian) ‘wheel’ (Rhod) in Welsh.

With skin as pale as the moon, Arianrhod is a beautiful and powerful Dark Goddess. She is the daughter of the Great Mother Goddess Don and her consort Beli.  And like her mother before her, Arianrhod is a symbol of feminine power and sovereignty. She rules fertility, birth and rebirth. She is also a weaver of cosmic time and fate, the one who decides when a Soul is ready to be reborn.

Arianrhod lives in the far north, on the magical island of Caer Sidi (Revolving Castle) with her female attendants. The ancients believed that her castle, Caer Arianrhod, was located in the Corona Borealis, a group of circumpolar stars that appear to rotate around the North Star. Corona Borealis means Northern Crown, which is very fitting for a powerful sovereign Goddess.  Legend tells us that poets and astrologers learned the wisdom of the stars at Caer Sidi.

The moon is an archetypal symbol of the ancient Mother Goddess that is connected to the female womb, death, rebirth and the sacred feminine power of creation. The Celtic people counted time not by days, but by nights, and made their calendars focused on the moon instead of the sun. Ancient Celtic astrologers took their observations from the position of the moon and its progress in relation to the northern stars. They were guided by Arianrhod’s silver wheel of stars.

Arianrhod’s starry home is also known as Annwn, the Otherworld or Land of the Dead.  When people die, it is said that Arianrhod’s attendants bring them to Caer Sidi. There, in the stillness of the hub of Arianrhod’s silver wheel, the Souls of the dead are nurtured by Arianrhod’s attendants while waiting for their fate to be decided.  Arianrhod is able to shape shift into a large owl. Like the moon,  the owl is an ancient symbol of death, rebirth, magic, spiritual wisdom and initiation. With her great owl eyes, Arianrhod can see into the depths of each human soul. She is said to move through the dark of night with power and purpose, her wings spreading to give comfort and healing to all who seek her.

As is the case with most of the powerful Goddesses, stories tell us that Arianrhod was eventually humiliated, tricked and stripped of her children and her sovereignty by a Christian warlord. For Arianrhod, death was said to come when the sea reclaimed the land where the Christian lord had forced her to live in exile.

And yet… when I look up and see her silver wheel of circumpolar stars that continues to revolve in our night sky year after year, I can still feel her power and grace. Arianrhod is there amongst the stars, patiently waiting for us to rediscover her.

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Think Like a Tree

Think Like a Tree
Soak up the sun
Affirm life’s magic
Be graceful in the wind
Stand tall after a storm
Feel refreshed after it rains
Grow strong without notice
Be prepared for each season
Provide shelter to strangers
Hang tough through a cold spell
Emerge renewed at the first signs of spring
Stay deeply rooted while reaching for the sky
Be still long enough to
hear your own leaves rustling.

~Karen I. Shragg

In Honor of Mothers Everywhere

Spring Blossoms

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

Hold to the Truth

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Image from Soul Pancake

Can you stand at the edge of fear and hold to the truth of who you are?
No matter how big the abyss of fear feels,
it is nothing in comparison to your truth.

When you truly know yourself,  fear is merely a tool
that the Universe uses to get you to pay attention.

Stand strong.

~Robbie Warren,  Otter Woman Standing

Sometime Love Means Shouting NO!

Trump sneer

Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries.
Without them humanity cannot survive.

~Dalai Lama

I have been sitting still, watching and listening, for decades.  Writers are natural observers and I am no exception. I love watching people and events from the sidelines.  But in the past few weeks, it has become more and more difficult for me to simply sit still and observe.

I have been watching and listening for months as Donald Trump encourages his followers to act from a place of hatred and rage. In the beginning, Mr. Trump seemed like a bad joke – a blowhard reality TV star runs for president, really?! But now he has managed to become the Republican nominee for President of the United States, and this ridiculous political side show just got very very scary.

I want to run screaming into the street and stop cars. I want to ask everyone I meet if they have listened carefully to what Mr. Trump says in speech after speech.  I want to insist that they follow me home to my living room where I can show them clip after clip of Trump gleefully inciting hatred and racism and divisions between people. And I want to remind them of what McCarthy and other peddlers of hate have done to our country in the past.  I want to beg people to not let that happen again.

But I won’t do that. I won’t run into the street and stop strangers. I would be labeled crazy. I won’t make people sit still, watch and LISTEN to what Donald Trump has been saying for months.  I wish I could but I cannot.

What I can do is express my deep fear about what Donald Trump may do if he becomes our President. I can voice my concerns to family and friends, and to you, my readers. I can tell you how disturbed I am by all the vitriol and fear that Mr. Trump is selling.

I believe that love is always the answer. And sometimes love requires that we stand up and shout NO, this is NOT OK!  Sometime love requires that we step out of our comfort zone and enter the fray.  

Mr. Trump’s vision of America is NOT my vision. He does NOT speak for me or the Americans I know and love.

Polite silence is not the answer. Sitting still is not the answer. So I am standing up and shouting NO! every chance I get. I am telling family and friends exactly what I have observed in this man who wants to be my president. And I am doing it in the name of love and unity and compassion.

I hope you will stand up and join me.

“Trump came one breath short of advocating a police state tonight
(it is not an accident that David Duke tweeted such great applause)…
I pray the better angels of America will rise up and
dissolve all the hatred that was spewed
into our body politic tonight.” 

~Marianne Williamson,  July 21, 2016