Witches

In the past they burned us,
because they thought we were witches.
Just because we knew what to do with herbs outside the kitchen
because we knew how to dance, how to seduce, how to pray.
Because we moved with the cycles of the moon.

In the past they burned us alive
because they knew that we are witches.
So now we cast spells with our mouths
pieces of our hearts spill out.
It is incredible, the power of a woman
who is not afraid to say ‘no’.

No we won’t sit any longer while you ponder on our rights.
On our rights to give or not give life.
On our rights to make another woman our wife.
On our rights to be safe, to get paid an equal wage.
To have a voice, in a place where we might make a change.

It is incredible, the amount of ways they have slayed just to keep us small.
If they could’ve they probably would’ve burned us all.
But they couldn’t with fire so they did it with words.
Laid down laws to determine the amount of our worth.
They kept us in contracts.
They separated our circles.
Erased us from pages
and made labour saving devices our saviors.

It is incredible how quickly knowledge can fade.
How much effort was invested to lead us astray.

But we will not  come quietly.

Well, there’s another thing they tried to take away.
Our rights to exclaim our orgasms ecstatically.
We will not come quietly.
We will open our mouths and let our spells spill out.
Cast poetic prayers into the night so that every woman
can hear the howl of her sister’s delight,
reminding her that her voice deserves to be heard.

Let her jaw drop. Let her shame stop.
Let her body scream under the self pleasure of
what it means to be a woman who can speak freely.
You see words, they carry meaning.
They have fooled us for so long that ‘no’ means ‘yes’.
So much so that I’m almost impressed.
Except I finally discovered they’re right.

So I’ve claimed back that ‘no’ as mine.
Because every ‘no’ I throw against their forces
is another ‘yes’ I retain for my own self-worth.

It is a spell cast for my own protection.
It is incredible, the power of a woman
who is not afraid to say NO.

And this old witch?
I’m done with broomsticks.
I’m done with ‘know your place’.
This witch knows that some knowledge
just won’t fade.
That every woman is my sister.
Through the hubble and the bubble
and the toil and the trouble
we grow stronger
when we cast our spells together.

We entered the fire.
Now we rise from the ashes
and we are holding our candles
and lighting our matches
until the night becomes lighter
and our voices can grow
because we have remembered
we are witches
and we have learned to say ‘NO’.

by

Fleassy Malay

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Listen to Fleassy speak her poem ‘Witches’ here

She’s incredible!

Virgo Full Moon

Mama Earth

Full moon in Virgo, sacred priestess of earth cycles and rhythms.

Long hidden truths are surfacing as illusions fall away.

A watery Pisces sun amps up your emotions.

You may feel wild in the midst of this shift.

Find solid ground.

Anchor yourself to

Mama Earth in the storm‬.

Speak

“My silences had not protected me. Your silences will not protect you.
What are the words you do not yet have?
What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day
and attempt to make your own,
until you sicken and die of them,
still in silence?

… And at last you’ll know with surpassing certainty
that only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth.
And that is not speaking.”

~Audre Lorde
feminist poet

Political Circus

End of the Thinking Man

“There must be some kind of way out of here,”
Said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion,
I can’t get no relief…”

~Jimi Hendrix, All Along the Watchtower

The Trump administration is like that magical car at the circus – the clowns just keep pouring out.  Steve Bannon, Rick Perry, Ben Carson, Mike Pompeo, Jeff Sessions, an Exxon CEO tossed in just for fun … That’s quite a Brain Trust you’re building there, Mr. Trump. These guys certainly wouldn’t be winners on Jeopardy – or Wheel of Fortune for that matter.

And now it appears that Vladimir Putin may actually be the Ringmaster of Donald’s three ring circus. When American banks refused to loan Trump another dime, he got the money he needed from Russian financiers. Now he is “servicing” his debt to Russia. Trump is our next president, and Putin owns his ass.

After years of being labeled the Evil Empire, Russia is now labeled “not that bad.”  Ronald Reagan is twirling in his grave… A racist, sexist circus led by a Russian thug…

Trump Supporter:  Oh come on! Putin’s not that bad!
Me:  You mean as far as vile murderous thugs go, he’s ok?
Trump Supporter:  um yeah…

 Truth is definitely stranger than fiction.  Donald Trump has now made it cool to be stupid and uninformed. And he’s working on transforming Russia into our best friend.  So much for truth and wisdom.  Those of us who value education, fact checking and people who actually know what they’re talking about – well, we are all just so uncool.

Sorry Mr. Trump, but I’m putting my money on knowledge and truth. Your days are numbered. It’s only a matter of time before the Republicans realize their mistake.

#ClownTrump        #NOTMyPresident

Hold to the Truth

 

Image from Soul Pancake
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

The Voices of the Deeper Feminine

Do we dare to lean into the vast unknown and bring into form a new vision of a balanced world?
Is the feminine meant to have a real influence in this shift in consciousness that we can feel in our bones unfolding at this time? 
Who will teach this shift?
Who will stand for it? 
Are we the voices of the deeper feminine? 
Who else would it be?

~ Chameli Devi Ardagh
Awakening Women

I Was TOUCHED

This is what came bubbling up and out of me this morning…

I was TOUCHED
Touched by a man who thought
MY body was his, all his
To do as he pleased.

I was TOUCHED
And it hurt so much I couldn’t breathe.
I took the dirt and the pain of it
and I buried it deep.

I was TOUCHED
And I buried it all deep inside me
Buried it deep where no one would see
And covered it with shame.

I was TOUCHED.

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Dedicated to all the women and girls out there who have been touched in ways that hurt

AND the good men who want to understand.