Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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In Praise of Sheela na Gig

 Sheela-na-gigs: The naked women adorning Britain's churches - BBC News


You could think of her as the female equivalent of the Green Man.

If, as some contend, Sheela na Gig originally meant “Sheila of the Breasts,” she's a pretty classic example of, shall we say, upward displacement. Really, one has to admire such bald (!) candor.

To pagans, the body is hero: it's no surprise, then, that this minor motif of late medieval sculpture should have become something of a mascot to the new paganisms, with our signature revaluing, and re-spiritualization, of the body.

Gaze deeply into her mysteries, our Sheela.

There, suns are born, and constellations wheel.


Sheela na Gig

(To the tune of: “Felix the Cat”)


Sheela na Gig:

her eyes are incredibly big.

Her eyes are big,

but that's not all:

her yoni's wider

than south St. Paul!

Sheela na Gig:

in serious need of a wig!

Her Canyon's Grand,

so raise a hand,

and down a resounding swig

in the honor

of Sheela na Gig!


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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.


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