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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There is a red-winged blackbird
with only one foot
that comes to our bird feeder.
It balances precariously,
small stump churning the air,
as it selects its seeds.
There are flowers
on the mulberry trees
and bees in the raspberries
and we saw three
monarch butterflies
in the field
and watched an oriole
who hit the window
manage to fly again.
There is a pair of cardinals
who visit the bird feeder too,
they sit together
with their shoulders touching
and sometimes tenderly
choosing seeds and putting them
into one another's beaks
reminding me of how
I watched my great uncle's hand
softly caress
my great aunt’s back
one afternoon
at the park in the rain.
Twenty-seven years ago today,
I went on a first date
with the man I married.
It was a last first date
for both of us
and here we are now,
watching those two cardinals
feed each other seeds,
knowing how they feel.
These things
give me hope.

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    Deborah Quartz says #
    Beautiful powerful words this poem holds for me, evoking my own long lost memories, and recent pleasures too. A few days ago I wa

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I rose early seeking Beltane dewdrops
with which to anoint my brow.
the cupped violet stems and clover
were dry
and I found no dewdrops
in the chickweed stars.
Instead, I put out oranges
for the orioles,
ran my fingers through the dandelions,
and pressed my nose into the lilacs.
I spotted green flowers
on the mulberry trees,
found the first wild pink geraniums
and tender bells of columbine
and came face to face
with the quiet black eyes
of solemn deer in the raspberry bushes.
These things
their own kind of anointing,
their own small and significant
rites of May Magic.

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  • Jamie
    Jamie says #
    Molly, It's like a painting, but with words. Thanks for sharing! Still glad you left out the part with the mosquitoes and biting
  • Molly
    Molly says #
    One year it was actually ticks that I swiped across my face with my Beltane dewdrops!

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As we drive, I say:
look there are
three turkeys,b2ap3_thumbnail_ooak-goddess-in-the-dandelions.jpg
there is a carpet of violets
on that hill,
two geese high in the sky.
There is that tree
that looks like a bear
and a water turtle
crossing the road,
a crow,
a vulture.
Oh, look,
there are lilacs
another crow in the grass,
an apple tree in bloom,
a squirrel’s nest
and then another one.
I see a broad tailed hawk
swooping
into the tree,
the spicebush is in bloom
and there are two cardinals
on the wire
while bright plumes
of wild mustard
rise like yellow starbursts
from the grass.
There are two baby goats,
soft gray like the breast
of a pigeon
and some long-horned cattle
in the field.
Look, now,
there are more lilacs
and we are almost home.

 

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    Jamie says #
    Molly, Great as always. Spring is such a great time.
  • Molly
    Molly says #
    thank you! Spring is my favorite.

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Sometimes we sink back
and root deep,b2ap3_thumbnail_IMG_6160.PNG
drawing up nourishment
from cool, dark places
and eternal mysteries.
Sometimes we send out
tender shoots
of possibility
tasting the air cautiously,
checking to see
if it is safe to grow.
Sometimes we crack open
with abandon,
casting off our limits
and our caution
and pushing forward with intention,
determined and strong.
Sometimes we rise up
riotous and wild
aching with the fullness to bloom.
Always we are held
on solid ground,
even when we feel lost
and uncertain,
or ferocious and powerful.
Always we are cradled
on a rich and whirling Earth,
the sky above our
bright and bounteous forms.

 

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and sweet almond oil with me

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Years ago I dreamed
I was walking around
holding a large sign
that said: “path to awakening”
upon it.
I couldn’t decide
where to hang it
and finally settled
on placing it above
my own bed,
pointing at my own head,
where I then,
woke up.
Disappointingly literal,
or simplistically profound,
I was not sure,
but I think of this dream
and about the things we seek
and how we wander
and what we crave.
Perhaps we already carry
what we need to awaken.
Perhaps we already hold
our own signs
Perhaps we need only
to open our eyes,
to be awake,
right here.

This was written as part of my current month of #30DaysofGoddess.

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  • Jamie
    Jamie says #
    Molly, Wonderful as usual, and food for thought. I've had the same kind of dream in the past. It's as if our Higher Self (or pe
  • Molly
    Molly says #
    Thanks!

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I carry the ocean home with me, b2ap3_thumbnail_she-of-the-sea-book-cover-with-goddess-and-shell.jpg
tides moving in my body,
song echoing in my cells,

sunrise in my eyes,
salt in my blood,
a wave-softened heart,
my layers stripped back,
laid bare before
an endless rhythm,
my edges round
and smooth,
like a gray moon snail
pressed into the sand.

I finished reading She of the Sea by Lucy Pearce this week. I don’t have time to do a long review of the book, but I want to give a salt and sun soaked recommendation for this jewel from the sea. It is smooth and sensuous reading, full of emotion and depth. Such a beautifully wrought book–personal, archetypal, mythic, and magical. It makes me yearn once more for sand, shell, and shore.

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