Blodeuwedd
By Ann Marie
Hunting through shadows,
Owl stalks the night, shrieking as
Claws Find Prey. Sacred
Emergence, Goddess of Nine
Flowers birthing night to day
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…
by Jenne Micale How do we carry our burdens? You cast your eyes down at the horseblock marking the sparkle of gravel and then up, defiant, a mare tousling her mane as she runs free. You accept, take it upon your back as broad as a pony, the breath labored until you find the balance…
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…
by Courtney Earl My name is Courtney Pearl. I am a Healer. In that, I don’t mean I fix anyone, for we are not broken. A healer is a guide to integrate body, mind, and soul back to the center. I am a witness to the process and priestess of the Goddess of balance. I…
Last night I dreamt of a lion By Ruth Humphreys Last night I dreamt of a lion. The moon was full, she met me by a childhood stream. I walked with her equals, calm, poised Inside screaming. This was a rite. A little faster, she caught up, her mouth open considering her prey. Her head…
Ceridwen’s Song By Kate M. Brunner frost tendrils bloom wild, cold, and ancient up a lonely mountain path that which once was sweet river water now quiet like stone deep winter secrets grow over rock and lichen dark earth beneath a whispering song Kate M. Brunner is a writer, healer, ritualist, & member of…