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    Calling the Barge–Poetic Reflection

    by Laura Violet Rimola (translated from Italian by Alessandro Zabini) A tinkle rustles through the gloaming mists and comes to the farthest shores, calling the Barge of the deep Journey. Silently comes the Barge, gliding over the waters, coming close to the shingle, calling us aboard it, and we sit down inside it… It’s empty. No one can row in our stead. Our Journey proceeds from us alone, and sitting down aboard the barge is not enough to begin to voyage, because we can’t let ourselves be led without leading our walk. If you don’t act, nothing can happen, and you keep still. Two oars are inside the barge, and…

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    Wise Women- Poetry Reflection

    by: Leandra Standing in her kitchen, she ponders her life Her never ending job as a mother and wife She thinks back to the days of Olde And how the witches lived as the stories are told So much has changed throughout all these years Fear for their lived replaced with new fears Do we let it slip at work of the path that we follow? And face friendships replaced by words that are hollow? She stirs a pot that’s simmering on the stove Thinking back again to her ancestors in groves Gone are the cauldrons and cast iron pots Replaced by microwaves and thousands of watts Gone are the…

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    Wise Women—Past and Present

    Many Directions in Faith by: Alana Yesterday, well many yesterdays ago, my faith in God was empty, fruitless. Locked in my desire to do the right thing, it was hard to turn away from an ideal that had never fit, and fear of damnation jailed me in my own misery. I began a career path that led me to work on a Native American reservation in the northwest. It was the most challenging and ultimately rewarding experience of my entire career, and led me out of the darkness into the promise of enlightenment. It was there that I met Chris. Now Chris was the acting head of my department until…

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    She Lives In My Heart: Sharing the Path of the Goddess with My Daughter

    By: Jhenah Telyndru  First published in The Beltane Papers, Issue 41 Fall 2007   “Like this, momma?” “Just like that, dear one.”  My three-year-old daughter was hunched down over the fuzzy tufts of a dandelion gone to seed, asking permission to pick it in hushed and respectful tones. After waiting a moment to receive her reply, Ariana looked up at me, beaming, and excitedly announced, “She said yes, momma!” I nodded at her, and then, carefully, with the focused intent that comes so naturally to young children, she picked the flower and clutched it excitedly to her chest, scattering some of the fluff in her enthusiasm. “What are you going…

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    Wise Women…Past and Present

    by: Leandra Standing in her kitchen, she ponders her life Her never ending job as a mother and wife She thinks back to the days of Olde And how the witches lived as the stories are told So much has changed throughout all these years Fear for their lived replaced with new fears Do we let it slip at work of the path that we follow? And face friendships replaced by words that are hollow? She stirs a pot that’s simmering on the stove Thinking back again to her ancestors in groves Gone are the cauldrons and cast iron pots Replaced by microwaves and thousands of watts Gone are the…

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    Empowerment from Within

    Jamie Michelle Waggoner, with the Women of the May 2014 Texas Red Tent Retreat www.mythandmetaphor.com The women of the Red Tent sat in circle at retreat this past weekend; laughing, crying, sharing our stories about empowerment. After a guided vision journey with the goddess Blodeuwedd, I captured the words of the women as they spoke from the heart about their experiences, creating the powerful poem you see below … a beautiful reflection of our group journey and collective wisdoms.   Empowerment from Within A Red Tent Poem I saw Her eyes – they were golden She said to me, “Fly!” I want to soar, this strong urge to soar To…

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    Her Sacred Waters: Immersion in the White Spring

    by: Jamie Michelle Waggoner mythandmetaphor.wordpress.com Inside the White Spring Temple of Glastonbury the light is dim, candles flickering from iron sconces on the stone walls. The sound of water is everywhere as it pours down from the walls, travels between pools, and runs along channels carved into the uneven floor. This is a holy place. Pilgrims and companions honor the calcium-rich waters of the large pool in the center of the room, touching the water gently with their fingertips … wading, whispering, singing and praying. There is a deep immersion pool to the left of the large pool in the center. In this corner of the temple, a dark Madonna…

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    The Wise Woman

      By: Aelwyn We equate wisdom with age—experience. There is something slippery about this. A woman’s wisdom can arise at any age. We slip into and out of it in moments of grace—listening to a deeper, Sovereign voice within us. We all, men, women, children of all ages, have the ability to be wise.  Who has not held a newborn and seen the wisdom of a knowing soul reflected back to them?  I like the definition of “wise” as a verb: to be alert or aware of something. This, I think, is the key to being wise. I often marvel at the wisdom of my young daughter. She is alert…

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    Sacred Poetry

    by Bonnie Perry  Retrace Familiar footfalls and faint memories Transport to another time Collect the memories and bring them forward Create a soul bouquet Add grace and beauty to today’s table Sacred Journey Deep pockets of ancient wisdom Exposed in a new time Place familiar Heart thread woven through Time and time again Rough – smooth no matter Ease and grace always Bring forth – Integrate Move forward Bring it along to pass to each Along the way Endless well Bubbles when shared Glory of love to All. Blessings from Above and Below.   Meet Bonnie: Cape Cod, Massachusetts, US is my home. I delightfully juggle my roles of a…

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    A Circle of Healing

    by Lori F.   “How am I supposed to heal? How do I make these deep wounds, these horrible losses I have suffered, fade from memory and spirit?” As I stand in a circle of women, their voices rising and fading in endless tones of healing and love, these words come to my mind. Words I had begged the Goddess to answer the night before as I stood under the full moon, robed in black and holding a cauldron of pure Divine energy in my hands. She had not answered me then. She had instead filled my heart with love and cradled Her daughter in Her arms. She was a…