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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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,…
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…