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At SageWoman magazine, we believe that you are the Goddess, and we're devoted to celebrating your journey. We invite you to subscribe today and join our circle...

Here in the SageWoman section of PaganSquare, our bloggers represent the multi-faceted expressions of the Goddess, feminist, and women's spirituality movements.

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Chaos is often an illusion. 

 

My Gods’ plans are so complex that my limited human intelligence cannot discern the plans’ intricate orderliness, so it seems like chaos to me. 

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You are infinitely precious. 
 
This weekend we gathered in the Red Tent for an exploration and celebration of our root chakra. We wore all red, brought red and root-related foods for dinner, and drank a rich ruby-red tea of rooibos, dandelion root, and ginger.
 
We passed a root, instead of our usual rattle, and I asked this question, which I now share with you:
 
“I am a woman [person] with a body. For that I offer no explanation, shame, excuse or apology. In a culture obsessed with women shrinking, confidence is controversial. It is courage. I’m taking my peace back.”
 
-Erin Brown
 
What would it feel like for you to take your own peace back?
 
Some of the women heard the word "piece" instead of "peace," which add another layer of exploration for this question (as: the pieces of your puzzle, a piece of the pie, a piece for yourself):
 
What would it feel like to take your own piece back?
 
May you nourish your roots
and sing in the sun.
 
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Mothers are Everywhere and Always

 

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I’ve always been a night owl, loving the moon and stars, and the secret ways the world changes when everyone is sleeping…walking the lanes around Glastonbury Tor in nights so dark you couldn’t  see your feet upon the path, trusting those other senses; listening, feeling, smelling the air, that innate sense of presence you can get when you are in balance with your animal wild self and all the land around you to guide your way. I love the night for magic, weaving with the spirits, the night seems to allow a space for you to stretch into, bringing change where the rational mind of the day would not allow. But these days I’m feeling a subtle shift, and a new thread has come to my magical tapestry. Increasingly now I sense the best time for magic is not the night, but the dawn…or rather pre-dawn, as the first light finds its way across the trees and fields, bringing change to the world yet again, I find that magic can find a place to manifest…and catching the wave as the first golden light stretches like rosey honey across my beloved land my magic can carry on the first birdsong, on the unfurling of flowers, on raising of dawn mist and the stirring of the new day, to unfurl across the waking world and into manifestation as easily as the world turning… moon magic on one hand and sun magic on the other…and the time to wield it, is that wonderful tipping space betwixt and between…      

 

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Crone on the Road

Happy Bealtaine! The sacred fires of Uisneach were relit on Sunday evening, on the cross quarter day. Summer is officially in, even though the temperatures were chilly.  But the hawthorn is in blossom, the cow parsley is frilling the lane, everywhere I look from my window is lush and green or in blossom.

For the third year running I have been away form home for Bealtaine or in transit. In 2017. (https://witchesandpagans.com/sagewoman-blogs/away-with-the-fairies/bealtaine-in-bloom.html), I was with Wise Woman Ireland at our weekend in Newgrange. Last year I was merry meeting on May Day in Glastonbury. (https://witchesandpagans.com/sagewoman-blogs/away-with-the-fairies/a-glastonbury-beltane.html.)

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Herbs are Gentle Healers

Herbs can be Used for More than Cooking

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      "Olé, Olé" my grandmother Antonia whispered at the TV as we watched a flamenco movie.  Summer in Puerto Rico was extremely hot.  I was eight years old and did not understand how Abuela could iron clothes and watch TV amidst the infernal heat.   I was scared that she would burn herself.

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  • Lillian Comas
    Lillian Comas says #
    Dear Anne: Sorry for the late response. Of course, please feel free to share the story in the magazine! Many thanks for your si
  • Anne Newkirk Niven
    Anne Newkirk Niven says #
    What an amazing story, Lillian! I love how you paint your story so beautifully, and with such a good message. (Would it be ok if I

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