We’Moon Holy Days: Seasonal Blessings by Carolyn Myers

In each edition of the We’Moon datebook, we feature one Holy Day writer who shares with us her unique perspectives of each of the eight holy days. This year, we have the pleasure of sharing the work of Carolyn Myers, funnywoman and theatermaker. For the theme of We'Moon 2015: WIld Card, Carolyn greets each seasonal holiday writing with the sacrament of a joke: making holy with laughter. along with her innovative magical creative spirit.

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We’Moon

We'Moon: Gaia Rhythms for Womyn, the iconic feminist datebook, is a best-selling astrological moon calendar, earth-spirited handbook in natural rhythms, and visionary collection of women's creative work, now in its 34th year of publication. www.wemoon.ws
Carolyn Myers (Hornbrook, CA) is a pioneer funny feminist and theater womon. She has been a core member of: The Gorilla Theater & Lilith, a women’s theater collective; Mixed Company; Teen Theaters of Southern Oregon; The Hamazons; and The Crackpot Crones.

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     The name, Imbolc, comes from “i mbolg,” Old Gaelic for “in the belly.” What fertile seed is beginning to grow down in the belly of your deepest being? What’s shaking and quaking under the rich earth of You? This is the Holy Day for claiming the Light, the Life, the New that longs to grow from you and through you—claiming it, saying yes to it, honoring it with intention and blessing. We’ve been a thought thrumming in the hush of infinity, unnamed desire nestled in the dark swell of winter. It’s delicious riding the wave of infinite potentials, and then there comes a moment to shift out of the void, grab hold of your dream and leap with it into the Real. It’s time to Initiate. Time to place your bet on your own creative power. Time to let the Goddess of Light shine through you. Remember we are layered beings—animal, plant, crystal sleep in the secret strata of bone, blood, brain, aura. Draw on their dreams at this Imbolc Visioning Initiation time.
Miriam Dyak © Mother Tongue Ink 2015

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Bonnie Blackwell
(Fort Bragg, CA) I channel art and poetry. I live two lives: one, at my home by the sea in northern Calif, and the other, in Zurich, Switzerland.  Anyone interested in my work can contact me at artbblackwell@gmail.com

Autumn Skye Morrison
(Powell River, BC) In creating art I find my stillness and rhythm, my teacher and passion. Each painting offers a reflection of the light and shadow of our humanity, our sublime geometry, and our timeless divinity. May we celebrate this fantastic adventure, inspire, and be inspired. autumnskyemorrison.com

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The past, the present and the future walked into a womyn’s gathering. 
They were in tense.

The AULD ONES say: 
One day, you realize that you are older than almost every other living being. Your familiars: cats, dogs and other close critters; the wyld messengers: birds, serpents and others who visit you; most plants; and even other humans day by day are increasingly your younger sisters, children, grandchildren. 
That’s what’s so great about trees! They are the only species where so many individuals are older than you! In the dark inspiration that marks Winter Solstice, find a tree. Place your palms upon her, slow down, and seek counsel. Take in this elder’s survival story; let the patterns in your mind mirror the patterns she shows in bark and branch—yule feel tree wisdom swaying your own canopy. Honor your tree with a token, or—well, go ahead, you old tree hugger you, embrace her. Then, take a wide stance. Raise your arms. Look up—invoke the return of the Sun!
Good Night (simple words that are always true) to the year of Wild Card XV—X for the girrrl gene, V for the sacred vulva—celebrate your jolly old self.

Ride the Night Mare.
See with owl eyes.
Dream with sleeping bear.

Carolyn Myers © Mother Tongue Ink 2014

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A Prayer for Guidance Through the Darkness

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SHE Cackles: 

Q: Why don’t witches fly on their brooms when they are angry? 
A: They don’t want to fly off the handle.

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Enjoy this beautiful arrangement from We'Moon 2015 (thank you, Sequoia, our outrageous Graphic Designer!). This is one of my very favorite pages in this edition. ~ Barb

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