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    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…

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    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,…

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    Station of Confrontation

    The Station of Confrontation By Jhenah Telyndru The Station of Confrontation of the Avalonian Cycle of Healing is aligned with the festival of Gwyl Mair (Imbolc) in the Cycle of the Sun. In the Cycle of the Moon, Confrontation holds correspondence with the Dark Moon phase. This stage of the journey requires us to recognize the truth of our core issues — old wounds, active fears, embraced limitations. There is a sage saying: “That which is unconscious, controls us.” Once we see that which lies hidden in the unconscious, we can understand what has quietly been motivating our actions and guiding our choices without our knowledge, causing us to view people…

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    Journey to the Garden of the Goddess

    By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Let us to gravitate into the inner realms of our divine hearts and enter into the garden of the Goddess, the divine wellspring within, to dance to the cadence of She who is of Infinite Skies, to the God Herself. Find for yourself a comfortable,warm position seated or lying down, closing your eyes, take deep cleansing breath in and release. Now take in another gentle cleansing breath in and again release. Bring your attention to your forehead, to the point above the bridge of your nose. Sometimes called the third eye, sometimes called the witches eye. Then begin to imagine, begin to visualize a glowing circle of light…

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    Renewing Branwen

    RENEWING BRANWEN SPEAKING WITH BRANWEN’S VOICE by Susan Morgaine   I know how hard it can be to have the ones you love disagree and fight, to know there is not much you can do, and yet know you must try. Because I know that, above all, Peace and Love are worth the tears and the blood you put into it. I know the heartbreak of talking to one, and then the other, to have them meet, find common ground But, yet, I know there are times when it is in vain, and at the end……. I know what you are left with – the sadness, the broken heart, the…

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    Mysteries of the Cauldron

    The Mysteries of the Cauldron and the Sacred Feminine by Laura (Violet) Rimola The mist slightly rises from the wet soil, covered by a carpet of scarlet leaves. It rises, vaporous, veiling the bare trees and surrounding our gentle steps. The voice of the forest is silent and the boundary between the worlds is so labile that we can lay the eyes beyond the visible, beyond anything we know. The time of the passage across the mists is near and we are called to look into the cauldron. We are called to immerse ourselves into the cauldron, inside its regenerating power. We go down and down in the center of…

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    Healed in Ebb, Healed in Flow

    Healed in Ebb, Healed in Flow by Christy Croft backdated to Gwyl Awst of 2011 I grew up in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Thirty years ago, it was less Myrtle “we have a Hard Rock Café and Planet Hollywood” Beach, but more a small touristy town loved by country southerners looking for a lower-cost vacation destination and runaway Canadians seeking a break from the late winter chills. Although I grew up at the beach, I didn’t spend as much time by the ocean as you’d expect. In high school, I might have occasionally headed down to hang out with some friends, but for the most part, my oceanfront visits were…

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    Taking Form

    By Robin Corak  I am like water. I touch and am touched by or feel in some way, shape, or form, everything and everyone I come into contact with. I run deep and I can be unpredictable. Sometimes I am still and silent, with an energy that nurtures and accepts. I move slowly in that I take the time to go within and to explore feelings, situations, and/or perspectives in depth. Other times, I move rapidly, a wave filled with energy that feels as if it will move or shake up everything in my path. This can be enacted in a positive way, through my unbridled enthusiasm for something or…

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    Acorn-poetry

    Acorn by Rhosyn Gwyn I once lived amidst the clouds in lofty limbs that held me close. I touched the sky without waxen wings. But I, too, have plummeted fallen and disgraced. The honorable tower above me casting down their dead and dying. And here I lie among the reeking wreckage of decay searching for the stars that once serenaded me with the secrets of the universe. But obscurity surrounds me as I become part of dismal destruction. And I sing. I sing my life, and my love. I sing the song of the universe as my heart breaks but not in grief or in death. It breaks open to…

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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…