• Poetry

    One Woman’s Thoughts – Part 5

    One Woman’s Thoughts by Susan Morgaine #5 I awaken, gasping, still feeling the hand covering my mouth, in my nightmare I focus on slowing my heartbeat, bringing in that precious breath to come to a point of calm My thoughts wander to the dream, the metaphor of waking life. I am suffocating   Susan Morgaine is a Daughter of the Goddess, Witch, Healer, Writer, Yogini.  Her writings can be found at her blog at ShaktiWarrior.wordpress.com, PaganPages.org, The Girl God Anthologies, “Whatever Works: Feminists of Faith Speak” and “Jesus, Mohammed and the Goddess”, as well as Mago Publications “She Rises, Volume 2.  She has also been published in Jareeda and SageWoman…

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    One Woman’s Thoughts – part 4

    One Woman’s Thoughts by Susan Morgaine  #4 If a tree falls in an empty forest, is it heard? If a woman screams alone in the darkness, is she heard or do her screams echo into infinity to resurface in her nightmares? Susan Morgaine is a Daughter of the Goddess, Witch, Healer, Writer, Yogini.  Her writings can be found at her blog at ShaktiWarrior.wordpress.com, PaganPages.org, The Girl God Anthologies, “Whatever Works: Feminists of Faith Speak” and “Jesus, Mohammed and the Goddess”, as well as Mago Publications “She Rises, Volume 2.  She has also been published in Jareeda and SageWoman magazines.  She is a Certified Women’s Empowerment Coach/Facilitator through Imagine A Woman…

  • Poetry

    One Woman’s Thoughts – part 3

    One Woman’s Thoughts By Susan Morgaine  #3 They say – what you don’t know, can’t hurt you but i can harm you in ways you never dreamt possible They say – words are sounds that cannot hurt you but words are weapons that wound They say – actions speak louder than words but words can be deafening I close my ears to the pain   Susan Morgaine is a Daughter of the Goddess, Witch, Healer, Writer, Yogini.  Her writings can be found at her blog at ShaktiWarrior.wordpress.com, PaganPages.org, The Girl God Anthologies, “Whatever Works: Feminists of Faith Speak” and “Jesus, Mohammed and the Goddess”, as well as Mago Publications “She…

  • Poetry

    One Woman’s Thoughts – part 2

    One Woman’s Thoughts By Susan Morgaine  #2 Don’t have emotions Don’t have feelings Don’t have pain — If you do, hide them away Hide yourself away Don’t expect sympathy Don’t expect understanding Don’t expect compassion For there is none to be had in the land of the sad   Susan Morgaine is a Daughter of the Goddess, Witch, Healer, Writer, Yogini.  Her writings can be found at her blog at ShaktiWarrior.wordpress.com, PaganPages.org, The Girl God Anthologies, “Whatever Works: Feminists of Faith Speak” and “Jesus, Mohammed and the Goddess”, as well as Mago Publications “She Rises, Volume 2.  She has also been published in Jareeda and SageWoman magazines.  She is a…

  • Poetry

    One Woman’s Thoughts – part 1

    ONE WOMAN’S THOUGHTS BY SUSAN MORGAINE  #1 I am not old but I am so old I am strong but I am broken I am a survivor and yet I cry I want to scream but I am silent I am a woman but there is a child within I am here but I am lost Susan Morgaine is a Daughter of the Goddess, Witch, Healer, Writer, Yogini.  Her writings can be found at her blog at ShaktiWarrior.wordpress.com, PaganPages.org, The Girl God Anthologies, “Whatever Works: Feminists of Faith Speak” and “Jesus, Mohammed and the Goddess”, as well as Mago Publications “She Rises, Volume 2.  She has also been published in…

  • Sacred Sites

    The Goddess Dances and Dunino

    The Goddess Dances at Dunino By Mary Petiet (Previously published by Motherhouse of the Goddess) No one knows who the seven daughters were, but the goddess still dances above the sea at Dunino. The road curves up and out of the Scottish town of St. Andrews, leaving the harbor below to the left. A small, unobtrusive sign appears on the right, pointing down a narrow lane. Dunino is very easy to miss, and we only found it with the help of a local who knew the ancient sites. Dunino means the Hill of the Seven Daughters. A lane leads to a church, which probably dates to the nineteenth century, but…

  • Featured Articles

    Bloduewedd’s Call

    STEPPING INTO THE LIGHT: BLODUEWEDD’S CALL By Robin Corak The first time I saw her, It was 2003, and I was at my first intensive in the Berkshire mountains. My fellow sisters and I, cloaked in black, walked silently through a labyrinth in the forest. When I got to the center of the labyrinth, I glimpsed a beautiful woman with long, blond hair and magnetic eyes staring at me from under the hood of her cloak. I blinked for a moment, and she was gone. The second time I saw her, a day later, she did not come to me in strictly human form. I was in a small temple,…

  • Featured Articles,  Poetry

    Flying with Blodeuwedd

    Flying with Blodeuwedd By Christina McClendon Breath deepens In and out. Lungs expand In and out. Eyelids close and the waves appear. As the wave crests, I see Her face. And then She is gone. Another wave comes, again, Her face. The curve of Her smile, the wisps of hair under Her hood, The wide large eyes of Blodeuwedd. Stillness. Complete Bliss. Perfect Unconditional Love. Come with me, Fly with me, See through my eyes… We wind our way into the tree trunk and up the spiral staircase. At the top, the staircase opens to one lone branch. We walk out together. What is your heart’s desire, my love? Our…

  • Featured Articles,  Meditations

    Light of my Soul

    I AM THE LIGHT OF MY SOUL By Susan Morgaine In an uncertain world, one of the most important things we can do, as women, is to develop a soothing self-care practice. We were created by the Goddess, in Her image, and we carry a spark of Her radiant love for us. It is unfortunate, then, that the world does not see us as Goddess, nor do many even see Her, and so women, in our current society, are seen as “less than” we really and truly are. We must remember that, as Her daughters, we carry Her in our heart and, in so doing, project Her presence out into…

  • Poetry

    Cauldron of Cerridwen

    Cauldron of Cerridwen by Jennifer R. Miller I am at ease in your velvety darkness that covers and heals me in places the light cannot reach, because I am much too weary now for all that blinding brightness. Under the supple, lustrous rays of the moon, I stare into the swirling black void of the cauldron that you stir and stir, seeing the eons pass behind and before me, giving myself, once again, to your magick of transformation. I have died so many times, so many lives, so many selves, eternally decaying and rebirthing, as the never-ending spiral pulls inward and spins outward. What shall we create this time, Dark…