Goddess Centered Practice

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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Poem: Hope

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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Molly Remer, MSW, D.Min, is a priestess, teacher, mystic, and poet facilitating sacred circles, seasonal rituals, and family ceremonies in central Missouri. Molly and her husband Mark co-create Story Goddesses at Brigid’s Grove (brigidsgrove.etsy.com). Molly is the author of ten books, including Walking with Persephone, Whole and Holy, Womanrunes, the Goddess Devotional, and 365 Days of Goddess. She is the creator of the devotional experience #30DaysofGoddess and she loves savoring small magic and everyday enchantment.

Comments

  • Deborah Quartz
    Deborah Quartz Saturday, 14 May 2022

    Beautiful powerful words this poem holds for me, evoking my own long lost memories, and recent pleasures too. A few days ago I was sitting on my patio with a cup of tea, I was watching 4 juvenile birds at one of the feeders, they were chirping away with one another and pecking at seeds for 20 minutes, this small act of watching these birds brought me so much joy, just like this poem did just now.

  • Molly
    Molly Monday, 16 May 2022

    Aww! Thank you for sharing.

  • Jamie
    Jamie Monday, 16 May 2022

    Molly,

    That's beautiful. It would have been perfect inside your anniversary card for your husband! (If you do cards...we do.)

    And wow. A one-legged red-winged blackbird? Are you sure it doesn't have magical powers? LOL

    We love to watch cardinals at the birdfeeder. Once you see the Mister, it's like a game to find the Missus nearby. Sometimes she's obvious. Other times, not so much.

  • Molly
    Molly Wednesday, 18 May 2022

    Thank you! And, yes, I do think it might have some magical powers!

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