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….
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…
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…
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…
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…
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: 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….
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…
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 –…
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…