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…
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…
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
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 Jhenah Telyndru Beltane, known as Calan Mai or Calan Haf to the Welsh, is a threshold time between the worlds, revered by the ancient Celts as a sacred time which bridged the hardship of winter and the abundance of summer. Thought to exist outside of time, it is said that the veils between the…
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by Sue Wagner Just as the wise women of the past looked to animals and the natural world for messages from spirit, so too do we carry this tradition into the present. For me, 2013 was the transformative year that united me with the birds—our prophetic messengers—and for the first time in my life I…