Woodspriestess: Exploring the intersection between Nature, the Goddess, art, and poetry.

Listening to the woods, to the stones, to Gaia, and to women...

In the woods behind my house rest a collection of nine large flat rocks. Daily, I walk down to these “priestess rocks” for some sacred time alone to pray, meditate, consider, and be. Often, while in this space, I open my mouth and poetry comes out. I’ve come to see this experience as "theapoetics"—experiencing the Goddess through direct “revelation,” framed in language. As Stanley Hopper originally described in the 1970’s, it is possible to “…replace theology, the rationalistic interpretation of belief, with theopoetics, finding God[dess] through poetry and fiction, which neither wither before modern science nor conflict with the complexity of what we know now to be the self.” Theapoetics might also be described, “as a means of engaging language and perception in such a way that one enters into a radical relation with the divine, the other, and the creation in which all occurs.”

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Molly

Molly

Molly has been “gathering the women” to circle, sing, celebrate, and share since 2008. She plans and facilitates women’s circles, Red Tents, seasonal retreats and rituals, Pink Tent mother-daughter circles, and family ceremonies from her tiny temple space in rural Missouri and teaches online courses in Red Tent facilitation and Practical Priestessing.

Molly is a priestess who holds MSW, M.Div, and D.Min degrees. She finished her dissertation about contemporary priestessing in the U.S. She is the author of Womanrunes, Earthprayer, and The Red Tent Resource Kit. Molly and and her husband Mark co-create Story Goddesses, original goddess sculptures, mini goddesses, pendants, and ceremony kits at Brigid’s Grove (http://brigidsgrove.com), where they also publish Womanrunes book and deck sets.

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A Prayer for Guidance Through the Darkness
 
Wild Woman, push us into the cauldron, swirling us into the darkest depths of the earth. Let us emerge with mud in our hair, snails on our feet, and lichen on our arms. Let owls, ravens, and starlings fly in our wake---wolves, cats, and snakes follow our footsteps. Let our spines become as thick and strong as the redwood.
 
Our power is endless. Our strength is staggering. Our creativity has no boundaries. Our possibilities are limitless.
 
--Yancy Lael, in We'Moon, 2015
 
Each year, in November and December, I keenly feel the twin pulls of the season: retreat/hibernate/rest + b2ap3_thumbnail_46988926_2223096544569222_3151678586994294784_o.jpgsocialize/plan/do/go/create/explore. This year is no exception, except for this time I feel like I was ready for it--ready to feel, and accept, the twin pulls. Ready to build in as much self-care and down time as I possibly can, while also recognizing that a temporary break from the usual practices that sustain me is okay and it isn't permanent.

From the Womanrunes deck I drew the Reflection, rune of surrender. This is a rune of sacrifice, releasing, and letting go. It reminds us that sometimes we have to get battered against the shore to become something new, something finely textured and soft. It reminds us that surrender isn’t permanent…it can be about wise discernment, knowing when to hold and when to fold, and when to walk away.
 
What wants to be released? What wants to be freed? What is waiting for you to unclench your fists, your life, and float?
 
I drew a card from the Goddess Oracle deck and received the White Tara, sensitivity. This card asks us to acknowledge and listen to our own sensitivity to environments, people, things, fragrances, relationships. Your sensitivity may feel heightened lately and you may feel fragile or emotionally overwhelmed. Steer clearb2ap3_thumbnail_47089105_2227864297425780_5617713946384400384_o.jpg of that which your body tells you to avoid. Be tender with your heart.

And, from the Sacred Traveler Oracle we received Miracles, reminding us to expect the wondrous to emerge.
 
The dark season challenges us to surrender to our dreaming, to trust that the strength of the earth will support our weight as we sleep.
 
It is out of the darkness that flowers eventually emerge, babies are born, and inspiration for poetry and ideas are nurtured toward the page and through our voices.
 
In the deep, dark places in ourselves, we find the inner truth about ourselves. In this winter season of so many people prematurely rushing toward the light, remember to slow down and do Winter’s inner work.
 
Celebrate the dark, where the inner life is honored and nurtured. One is made confident that the seed of light, sown in the womb of the dark, will grow, and in its appropriate season, bloom.
 

Inviting you to take a sacred pause. To lay it all down for a few moments.
 
To breathe.
To consider.
To be still.
 
And, then,
in the quiet space
within your own heart,
let your own wisdom bubble up...
 
You are courageous and daring and you know what you need.

Affirmation for the month: I release, I let go. I honor my sensitivity and I breathe into the miracle of this moment.
 
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    Meredith Everwhite says #
    This is so beautiful, relevant and helpful right now, thank you so much. I'm so excited to have discovered your wonderful Womanrun

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Part 1: The Question

It is October, b2ap3_thumbnail_ipad-pix-107.jpg
the veil is thin
the year is waning
the leaves are turning
I am trying to say goodbye
to my grandmother
she is dying.
I do not know what to say.

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    Tasha Halpert says #
    A very lovely and very moving ceremony and offering. Thank you so much for sharing.

Our bounty is inb2ap3_thumbnail_IMG_7387.jpg
creativity
friendship
community
the myriad small adventures
of everyday.
We tell of magic
and moonrise
and listening to the pulse
of the earth beneath our feet.


Ah, October. Fall has settled into the trees and air. As the sun was setting and the full moon was rising, my family stood together in the dim light on our back deck, lit a fire in a hollowed out pumpkin and offered handfuls of herbs into the flames as we celebrated our blessings, our harvests, and our bounty, as a family and as individuals. As we spoke aloud our blessings and our bounty, our words got deeper, broader, and more authentic. My twelve year old son stepped forward to say how thankful he is that he gets to live with his best friend, his fifteen year old brother, and they embraced over the flaming pumpkin. My fifteen year old son offered his thanks for a family that has “cool rituals like this” and my four year son offered his blessings for the “energy we feel together.” My seven year old daughter offered her gratitude for pandas and for toys.

The next week, we returned the seeds to the pumpkin and released it to the outdoors to grow next year.

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Trust your magic. b2ap3_thumbnail_September-2018-751.JPG
Be alert for beauty.
Attend to the many wonders
of your world.

Take a deep breath. Pause. Listen. Let the rest of the worries of the day drift away for a moment and sit with the center of yourself.

In the quiet space between thoughts, between needs, before scrolling on, pause and listen.

What do you need to know right now?

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I touch the earth and offer gratitude
 for this land I call home.
I reach towards the sky and offer gratitude
for sun, moon, and stars.

I place my hand on my heart
and breathe deep, offering gratitude

for all that I am and all that I have
and for the many blessings of my life…

As we reach the celebration of First Fruits, Lammas, on August 1 (or August 7), it is a beautiful time to reflect on the abundance in your life, the bounty around you, and that which you are harvesting or savoring.

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What if you were to sit b2ap3_thumbnail_36752977_2120823658129845_8131110730486251520_o.jpg
by the river of your own life
observing the current
watching the flow,
sensing the depth,
feeling the rhythm,
and not needing
to tell about it,
but instead taking
a long, replenishing
drink.

I’m getting ready to take some time off from classwork and public content generation and planning a bit of a social media hiatus as well as to focus on my piling up book projects. And, our annual Cauldron Month is rapidly approaching. One of my own guideposts of life is Mary Oliver’s Instructions for Living a Life:

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I watched fairies dance
in the midsummer twilightb2ap3_thumbnail_fairydance.jpg
waltzing with fireflies
and skimming through treetops.
It is true that they could have
been moths,
but as I stood in the shadows
with my children
all of us gazing upward in wonder
the sky deepening to night
I saw the certainty shining
in their faces,
the enchantment in their eyes
and I knew
without a doubt
that we were seeing the true nature
of these winged creatures.
And we will never forget what
it felt like to watch
real fairies taking flight
right before us
as we dared to name
the magic in the night.


Last week, my sister-in-law hosted a fairy tea party for our little ones at the river. We had an enchanting time eating tiny cupcakes and drinking sparkling raspberry-chamomile tea while wearing fairy wings as the sky dipped toward twilight. Then, we headed home and the kids asked me to stay out and catch fireflies. As we did so, a "fairy" suddenly flew across the sky in front of us and it is this experience that I share in my poem above. It was a priceless, magical, powerful moments with my son and daughter. The next day they wrote tiny notes of thanks to the fairies who let us see them and set up a fairy-sized tea party with tiny cups of cherry juice as an offering beneath the rose bush.

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