Outraged Ancestral Mother
fill my veins
with your singingSweep me up.
Stir my passion
until I might be worthy
of your chorus
of enraged beauty.Embed your
call for action
in my feet
that I may never again
walk in thoughtlessness
or inattention
each step
becoming
a beat of your drum.I will howl with you
in the hurricane’s roar
and the tornado’s furyI will crack my lightning
and split my life open
gaze at the red pomegranate seeds within
and I will eat
Knowing that some part of me
will belong in the underworld
forever.Lash the remainder of my heart
to hope
bind my heartstrings
around destiny
and open my throat
that I might bellow
on the winds
of change
and inspiration…
prayers
Woodspriestess: Outraged Ancestral Mother Prayer
Woodspriestess: Raspberry Warrior
Goddess of green spaces
and deep places
cleanse my soul.Anoint my spirit
with peace
and remind me
to let go.Remind me
of the power
of appreciating
that which I have.May I inhale
and exhale
with release
and freedom.The spirit of adventure
runs through my veins
with the rich color
of crushed raspberryMay it always run so free
may it be blessed
and may I be reminded
of the courage and love
shown in small, wild adventures.
Wild black raspberries are ripe at my Missouri homestead and this morning I went on an expedition with my three children to gather what we
could. As I returned, red-faced, sweating, and after having yelled much more than I should and having said several things I instantly regretted, I was reminded of something that I manage to forget every year: one definition of insanity is picking wild berries with a toddler. In fact, the closest I ever came to spanking one of my kids was during one of these idyllic romps through the brambles when my second son was three. While still involving some suffering, today’s ramble was easier since I have a nine-and-a-half-year old now as well as the toddler. This time, my oldest son took my toddler daughter back inside and gave her a bath and put her in new clothes while I was still outside crawling under the deck in an effort to retrieve the shoes and the tiny ceramic bluebird I’ve had since I was ten that my girl tossed over the railing and into the thorns “for mama.”
While under the deck, I successfully fished out the shoes (could not find the tiny bird) and I found one more small handful of raspberries. Since the kids were all safely indoors, I took my sweaty and scratched up and irritable self and ran down to my sacred woodspace. I was thinking about how I was hot, tired, sweaty, sore, scratched, bloody, worn, and stained from what “should” have been a simple, fun little outing with my children and the above prayer came to my lips. I felt inspired by the idea that parenting involves uncountable numbers of small, wild adventures. I was no longer “just” a mom trying to find raspberries with her kids, I was a raspberry warrior. I braved brambles, swallowed irritations, battled bugs, sweated, swore, argued, struggled, crawled into scary spaces and over rough terrain, lost possessions and let go of the need to find them, and served as a rescuer of others. I gave my blood and body over to the task.
When I returned and showered, my oldest begged for me to make homemade raspberry sorbet with our findings. I’ve never made sorbet before and wasn’t sure I should dare try, but then I gathered my resources and said yes to yet another small adventure…
Today, I also noticed many lovely blooming things!
Yes, like Inanna, I faced thorny gates and descended into darkness, crawled on my knees, and gave up things that I cherished, and in the process discovering things about myself, and then returned with a renewed sense of purpose and an awareness of my own strengths…but, I got sorbet out of the deal!
This post is a crosspost, in part, from my post at Pagan Families (which includes pictures of the finished sorbet and a recipe!).
Woodspriestess: Body Prayer
I roam
sacred ground
my body is my altar
my temple.I cast a circle
with my breath
I touch the earth
with my fingers
I answer
to the fire of my spirit.My blood
pulses in time
with larger rhythms
past, present, future
connected
rooted
breathing.The reach of my fingers
my ritual
the song of my blood
my blessing
my electric mind
my offering.Breathing deep
stretching out
opening wide.My body is my altar
my body is my temple
my living presence on this earth
my prayer.Thank you.
I’m getting ready to start my Thealogy and Deasophy class at OSC and the text for the class is Melissa Raphael’s Thealogy and Embodiment. For the last two years, I’ve been planning to write my dissertation on a similar theme—focusing on Women’s Mysteries and a thealogy of embodiment, with a heavy emphasis on birth as a spiritual experience. After my woodspriestess experiment though, I my focus feels like it is shifting to writing about something to do with Ecopsychology and Theapoetics. This seems to make sense. However, I am still looking forward to digging into Raphael’s book!
(Later note: This poem became a part of my earth-based poetry book, Earthprayer.)
Altars, Energy, and Travel
I’m finishing up my Ritual and Liturgy class at OSC and the final assignment was to create an altar for a specific purpose. First, I had the idea of re-doing my existing living room altar to reflect new focus and intention for the remainder of the year, but I couldn’t really get going on it. I am preparing to leave on a trip though and feeling nervous and stressed about leaving home (and my woods!). Suddenly, yesterday afternoon, the purpose of the re-visioned altar came to me cleanly—I decided to create a safety, protection, and connection altar to ground me in my home space and companion travel altar to bring that connection and grounding with me on my travels. I felt a focusing of energy and intention as I engaged in this process. It was a very powerful experience.
I chose items for the main altar that represented travel, the purpose of travel, protection, connection, each family member, and several reminders to carry my own priestess spirit out into the world. In the travel altar, I placed corresponding items connected to the items on my home altar (for example–a shell from the beach we will be visiting is on each, as well as an item created by or representing each family member). The items and purposes are described in the captions in the following photo gallery (to enlarge any photo just click on it and a slideshow of all the pictures will open up from there).
- My kitchen table altar. I haven’t blogged about it yet, but the center dish is a family “wheel of the year” idea I read about in a back issue of SageWoman magazine—basically, you add items to it throughout the year to represent your family’s year.
- Kitchen corner altar.
- Main living room altar as it was before this project.
- My two altar cloths–both dyed by the same friend.
- I added an earth paperweight and a labyrinth to represent travel and journey-taking.
- Sheela Na Gig is a protective symbol. I also have one of my crocheted Goddess of Willendorfs from my mom, since she is going to be traveling also (and the mini one went in my mini altar).
- My central Goddess of Willendorf has to stay. Also joining her are Hathor (Goddess for the Exhuasted!) and the Snake Prietess of Crete.
- Objects for the travel altar wait close by.
- Ring from Disney World and one of my usual rings are going to stay on the home altar.
- Stone Willendorfs–one mini and one *really* mini!
- Womanrunes in chalice: Rune of Journeys and Rune of Protection.
- Assorted stones from past travels.
- Picture of my grandma, for whom we are traveling in the first place, as well as family photo.
- Large and mini priestess sculptures
- Something from each member of my immediate family.
- Finished altar. Crowded, but purposeful!
- Mamoo was a traveler and she is here too!
- I laid out the items for my mini altar on the floor. There is stone from the woods and my woodspriestess beads as well as mini versions or representations of things from the home altar space.
- Tiny Willendorf hanging out on a womanrunes talisman.
- All packed up!
- The next day, I took both candles and my travel box down to the woods to bless them and “energeticallly” link everything together!
- And, I suddenly felt inspired to give myself a new travel ring! The green stone reminds of both the woods and the stones in my sacred space—I carry sacred space within and a symbol on my finger 🙂
- I added three beads made by my dad to the indoor altar as well, which connect to my woodspriestess beads (plus, it means my mom and dad are both represented on the home altar and in the travel altar, as are each member of my immediate family).
Today, I took my travel box altar and my two candles down to the woods. I lit both candles in the woodspace and then took one back up to the home altar, symbolically forging the link, the circle, between the two altars and the sacred woods. I returned to the woods, where I offered this blessing/prayer upon the travel altar:
These two altars are now blessed and consecrated by this holy woodspace. Witnessed by the air, the earth, the fire, the stones. The breath of my life, the water of my blood. They are energetically linked to each other and to the woods of my home. May they be strong. May they be connected. May they be protective. May they be joyous. May the draw rich gifts, long life, deep love, and great peace to us all. The link is made, it is energetically unbroken. Safe travels, protection, love, harmony, wisdom, guidance.
Remembering that we carry sacred space within, remembering that we carry holy truth within, remembering that our bodies themselves are an altar on this earth, and remembering that our lives each day are an offering. Remembering that we can cast a circle with the physical stuff of our own being.
Let this physical altar serve as a tangible reminder of that which we already carry within.
It is blessed and consecrated, it is witnessed, it is known. May it be so. Thank you. Blessed be.
Ritual and Liturgy is the twelfth class I’ve finished at OSC! I can hardly believe I actually manage to do this along with everything else. It has been a rich and deepening experience so far. I now have about fourteen classes and my dissertation remaining! It is doable after all 🙂
Woodspriestess: Hydrangea
Bless this plant
that it may grow strong
that it may grow tall
that it may grow with courage and vitality.May it burst into full blossom
and remind us of the joy inherent
in life, relationships
and in sharing time with each other.May it draw up the richness of the earth
may it always have what it needs
may it be soaked with sweet rainfall
nourished by that which has gone before
and become an intricate part of the ecosystem
both taking in and giving out
receiving and giving
nourishing
and being nourished.May it remind us of the woman
in whose memory we plant it.A woman who was just as beautiful
as these flowers.A woman who gave us strong roots
and rich experiences.
Who stood firmly on the earth
under this same blue sky.A woman who grew,
who lived well
who shared and tended
and who blossomed fully
in a life that brightened
the world around her.May it be so blessed
may she be so blessed
may it be so.Wisdom from the green earth
strength from deep, dark places
blessings of the bright sky
soothing rain
swift winds
and a grateful breath
upon them both.
Today is May Day/Beltane and my mom came home with two blue hydrangea plants that she bought for us to plant on Mother’s Day as memorial plants for my grandma. I’m still in this place of depletion and overwhelm, compounded by the need to plan a major trip to California during this month—lots of reservations to arrange and details to figure out. But, I went ahead and toted my hydrangea down to the woods for a little while and offered it, and my grandma, the blessing above. I also spied some very pretty violets growing in the “weeds” near the house and I admired the lovely, storm-full-feeling clouds. I found a pretty rock with a vein of crystal in it that I’ve admired several times before, but left in its place in the woods. However, today I felt like it wanted to come back with me and have a new home by the hydrangea when we plant it.
As I’ve noted before, I remain amazed by the neverending capacity to notice something new in this same little section of forest. And, I also delight in the relationship with the space that I have formed there, so that my attention is precisely captured by those new things. See this tree?

Kind of far away, right? But, as I sat there talking into my recorder about hydrangeas, my attention was caught by something different at the fork of the trunk. It was kind of blobby line/bump and I thought: is that a skink with a missing tail? I walked down to look closer and sure enough, I had a new companion in the woodspace today:
Woodspriestess: Pelvic Cradle
One hand on pelvic cradle
one hand on solid stone
I complete the energetic circle
that brought me into beingof this earth
on this earth
from this earthmy body woven with the mysteries
of time and space
my life connected
to those around me
human and nonhumanclosed eyes blessed by sunshine
body held in stone embrace
mind stilled
shoulders relaxed
heartbeat in my veins
matched to the pulse of Life itselfShe is weaver
and web
I am weaver
and web
and this great, grand, unimaginable
tapestry of being
is holy and eternal
magnificent and microscopichand on pelvic cradle
hand on solid stoneenergy flow
of cellular connection
unbreakable
in its potency
everchanginghand on pelvic cradle
hand on solid stoneI draw in the breath of life
draw in my awareness of connection
to the intricate web of incarnationGoddess is my name for
that which holds the whole
that which weaves the all
that which knows the story of the ageshand on pelvic cradle
hand on solid stoneI feel the fire in my heart
the red thread in my veins and womb
connects me to women of all times and places
the breath of life in my lungs
the kiss of Earth along my spine…(3/31/13)
I’m out-of-town right now and away from my sacred space in the woods. Luckily, I’m still surrounded by trees and beautiful countryside. It is hard sometimes when traveling to maintain my sense of connection/grounding/”real life” and so when I came across this poem from last month, I knew it was the perfect time to post it. I needed the reminder of my own connection and groundedness!
Last night the full moon was gorgeous! I felt like gathering some women and having a ritual and I sure wanted some drums! We’re staying at a conventionally religious center though and while there are some kindred spirits in residence there are also those who would look very askance at rituals in the moonlight. So, I went out alone with my little altar items from home and sat under the moon for a while, admiring it, saying more goodbyes to my grandma, and trying to soak in some peace from what had been a pretty stressful and exhausting day.
Last Words
On Sunday, we thought we’d reached my grandma’s final day on earth. I spent the day thinking about her, crying, talking to my husband, and fanatically checking my phone for texts from my mom (side note to those people who write critical blog posts about “distracted” people “glued” to their phones, you may do well to remember that some of those distracted-looking people might be looking for texts about dying grandmothers from their own distraught mothers and that this phone-based link in fact represents connection and not disconnection or distraction). I went to the woods and I sat on the rocks and sang Woman Am I. My mom told me she’d been singing it to my grandma as she listened to the erratic sounds of her breaths, thinking each was the last. My letter did make it in time to be read to my grandma while she was still conscious enough to indicate she heard it. And, on Friday I did a FaceTime call with my mom and she took it to my grandma’s bed so that I could talk to her. She didn’t open her eyes, but she murmured a greeting and she smiled when she heard my little two-year-old say, “hi, Mamoo!” So, we were able to say some final words and goodbye “in person,” which was really, really difficult, but also a gift.
After singing on the rocks, I then spoke aloud to her, those final words that didn’t really come in a letter or on Facetime:
We have learned from you
we have loved with you
we have heard you
we have seen you
we have hugged you
and held you
we have mourned with you
we have mourned for you
we have been dazzled by your radiance
inspired by your adventures
and touched by your generosity.Three generations of women
have sat in your lap as little girls
have been covered by your quilts
and zipped into your sweaters
you carried each of us on your hip
and held us each in your heartWe respect you
we cherish you
we appreciate you
we’ve learned so much from you
we’ve laughed with you
and lived with you
and traveled with youand now
we open up our hands
we open up our hearts
and we let you go.
Be free.
Continue your travels
on the currents of time and space…
My grandma was a beautifully active, vibrant woman and her quick devolution due to advanced and very aggressive pancreatic cancer is a harsh blow to our family. I’ve always admired and respected her and been proud of her for all of her accomplishments and activities. She was not a particularly emotionally demonstrative woman, but it amazing to think about all the ways her presence is woven through my days even though she lives 2000 miles away–the sweater I put on every morning is one she knit for me, her quilts are on my kids’ bedroom walls and on all our beds, magazine subscriptions she gifts us with are in the car and bathroom…we’re connected in many ways and I don’t know what life will look like without her in it.

My “three generations of little girls” thoughts made me create this not-finished sculpture. Little boys are part of the generations as well, but not in as direct a line as the girls—I’m the oldest daughter of an oldest daughter of an oldest daughter (and my own daughter is an “only daughter,” so while she’s my youngest child she continues a line as the first daughter of a first daughter of a first daughter of a first daughter).
My dad also brought over the last four beads for my woodspriestess necklace and so I took a new picture with them too:
When I came back in, I drew a Crone Stone and got, no joke, She Who Knows: The Grandmother of Time:
I have had some really amazing experiences with these stones and I was in awe at the cosmicness when I read, Wisdom is the inner knowing we already possess. How is it our bodies know how to menstruate, to ovulate, to cease menstruating, to breathe? I thought at first reading it said to cease breathing and I thought it was so perceptive because of my mom waiting and listening to my grandmother’s slow, labored breaths. Then, I re-read and saw it was only “to breathe” and then it felt less cosmic. Ah, well.
Sunday Sabbath: Gather Life
Gather sunlight
gather wind
gather rain
gather earthScoop it up
press it into my body
soak it into my skin
embed it in my cells
play with it
wrestle with it
dance with itThis planet speaks in whispers
it speaks in roars
it speaks through me
and around meDeep, dark
bright, beautiful worldBathe my senses
in your presence
hold my body in your embrace
touch my spirit
that I might remember how to sing
and remain able to breathe
with clarity
and certainty
of enoughnessGather hope
and gather pain
gather tears
and gather laughterGather it up
gather it in
hold it close
take a deep whiff
stare into its eyes
this is life.(4/20/13)
I spoke this poem yesterday afternoon after my bad mood day. When I came back inside, I enjoyed a great post from The Allergic Pagan about Panentheism. I think whatever else I might call my spiritual leanings, I would probably be classed by others as a panentheist. Based on this woodspriestess experience of mine I’m actually thinking of changing my dissertation topic to a combination of ecopsychology-theapoetics-thealogy of the body, rather than solely about thealogy and the body.
Through a panentheistic understanding of divinity, Neopaganism seeks to unite Zoe and bios again, to reconnect the divine and nature, the eternal cycle of Life with all of our particular lives and deaths. This union is not a static identification, as in pantheism, but a dynamic dance between the two, Zoe and bios, Goddess and god…
via Panentheism: The Dancer and the Dance | The Allergic Pagan.
“In all things of nature, there is something of the marvelous.” –Aristotle
Thursday Thealogy: Theapoetics
Turkeys gobble
birds sing
plum petals fall
raindrops kiss stonetake a moment and sit
hear, taste,
smell, and touch
the very field of creation.(4/16/13)
I’m having such a hard time lately focusing enough to write coherent posts. I flit from site to site, idea to idea, and just can’t settle my mind enough to say what I want to say. I feel distracted, preoccupied, and unfocused. Maybe I need to go to the woods more often. As it is, I sit here with my little stack of books: Midwifing Death, What Dying People Want, and Sacred Dying. They came too late for me to really use them in any sort of helpful way for my mom or grandma, but at least I’ll have them in case I know anyone else who needs them. I am a tiny librarian in my own way and it is books that I turn to when I need help or want to help. They’re what I offer. Books are my first and longest-lasting love. I also sit by a pile of books waiting to be turned over as I plan my spring women’s retreat and write two assignments for my OSC class on Ritual and Liturgy. My heart doesn’t quite feel in that though either—too many variables, too much unknown…
There is so much we don’t know
so many possibilities we can’t imagine
maybe that is what I touch
in the dreamtime
and the woodstime
maybe I am surrounded
in all times
and all ways
by those who have gone before mehere, in the woods
I touch
and am touched
by something
something that kisses my eyelids
with a breeze
that blesses my brow
with a raindrop
that cradles my body
with stone
that fills my senses
with pleasure and awareness
and that connects me
to the great, grand whole of creationand I know that I am a part of Her
and She is a part of me
forever.Though my individual thread might end
my part of the tapestry is eternal
and I dance right now
with the lifeblood
of purpose and connection.(4/16/13)
A few days ago, I sat in the woods and thought about death and life and ancestors and children. While I sat and spoke into my little recorder, the plum petals fell steadily all around me like snow. It was beautiful and soothing.
In my piles of books are also those which I want to put back on the shelf, but that are waiting because they had sections I marked to share. One of them—a really excellent anthology of essays by priestesses (or “sibyls”) called Voices of the Goddess—contained a section that made me think of my own theapoetical experiences. Though, I then feel self-conscious, embarrassed, or somehow “arrogant” or something for identifying with it—like, who do I think I am?!
The Goddess grants her gifts of creativity in many ways, but the personal invocation, the inspired lyrical utterance is always nearest to the surface. This poetic wellspring is part of the sibylline legacy and there is no denying it. It speaks the language of the blood and belly as well as the language of the crystalline stars. It is a weaving song that meshes heaven and earth with the underworld. Poetry is the mouthpiece of the metamemory, the deep, ecstatic memory of an oral tradition that remembered the Goddess daily in domestic and tribal rituals. Since there are not Goddess rituals or liturgies from former times, we have written our own, often drawing directly upon the raw material of personal experience…Poetry can both bless and uproot, it can extol or refute. It is the true voice of the Goddess speaking through her sibyls. Personal or prophetic, poetry is communication with a deeper level of understanding. It is a gateway for the Goddess to pass through.
–Caitlin Matthews in Voices of the Goddess
While I wouldn’t venture to call myself “prophetic,” I do experience something personally very important to me there in the woods, something I’ve previously referred to as, “Entering into radical relationship with the Goddess through art, poetry, and nature…” or, theapoetics. When I wrote about this topic for Feminism and Religion, I included this poem:
Goddess Direct
Goddess, where are you?
I am within you and around you
in your heart that seeks answers
and connectionGoddess, do you exist?
Yes, I am as real as your own heartbeat.
I am here in the bird’s song
I am here in the breeze that touches your face
I am as solid as the stone you sit onI am that which weaves the Whole.
I am that which holds the All.
I am that which flows,
dancing lightly
through the heartbeat of every form on this earthI am within you and around you
beneath you and above you
I am your homeI am that which you seek
I am that which you know
And, I love deeply, richly, and well.
I still don’t think of myself as writing poetry and certainly not as a “poet.” These words are something that just comes out. Something that emerges. Something that is created in a very different manner than the rest of my writing. It actually feels like an altered state of consciousness that “writes itself” and when I go back to listen to what I said, I’m often surprised or feel like I’m listening to someone else speak. That’s theapoetics. Go sit in the woods and see what happens when you open your mouth! 🙂
Woodspriestess: Grandmother Prayer
Prayer for my grandmother
sweet wind carry it
hope guard it
love keep it
peace bless itcarry my gratitude
straight to her heart
fold it into her hands
nestle it in her body
where it will take root
and blossommay she know she is loved
she is appreciated
she is heldin the great grand web of incarnation
the unfurling of genetic memory
in shared silence and story
in unfolding legacyPeace hold her
love enfold her
life release her…(4/15/13)
When I found out last month that my grandmother was sick, I immediately knew I needed to write her a letter. It was hard to figure out what to say and how to start and so I waited. Finally, Sunday night after getting a not-promising text update from my mom, I got a card and wrote in it instead—I think my problem had been in part related to trying to type it out. Handwriting worked. There were no pearls of wisdom or genius
, but there were words from the heart and in my own sloppy-writing hand (it has always bugged her that I don’t have better handwriting!). I got the kids all to sign it in the morning and trudged it out to the mailbox and started fretting that it won’t make it to her in time. I went to the woods and spoke aloud. As I spoke, I became aware that I was wearing a sweater she knit for me and felt that in this way we were each wrapped in a prayer of love and thanksgiving.
The mayapples are unfolding their little umbrellas in the forest and today I spied some still-green-edged dogwood blossoms getting ready to put on a show.

Woodspriestess: Change
Little sculpture made by my six-year-old (“Cutest Goddess in the World,” he titled it) and a rue anemone)
Change
bright, clear,
clean, hot
messy, wild,
wonderful, scary
changethe wheel of life
keeps turning
the thread of our heartbeats
keeps weaving
the tapestry of creation
keeps unfurling
the heart of the planet
keeps praying
strength
grace
indwelling joyhope on our lips
a song in our hearts
a prayer in our handsthe hum of blood in our veins
the only rapture we need…
Woodspriestess: Nourishment
I seek nourishment
Physical and emotional
Womb-deep hunger
Relentless
Hot, fiery breathFeeding me
(4/8/2013)
Woodspriestess: Sabbath Prayer
Prayer
sweet wind carry it
stone hold it
earth receive it.Root it
in my flesh
where the fire of my spirit
may ignite it.Hopeful
graceful
patient
purposefulPrayer.
Of love
of service
of indwelling joy.(4/1/2013)
This weekend I went out-of-town for a faculty conference and so I missed making a woodsvisit for the first time this year! Unavoidable, but it still felt disappointing to have to let go of my record. I have several other overnight engagements coming up during the year, so this is the first of several woods absences. I collected some items for a little travel altar and on Thursday I took it to the woods with me to kind of set up a “link.”
My Statement of Faith sculpture is made from a rock from the woods, so in a sense I brought the woods/rocks with me and then “visited” them in the hotel room on Friday morning before heading out to my conference 🙂
I have more I’d like to say, but I’m really overwhelmed with work to catch up on and I just can’t spend the time on writing right now. So, I offer what I have to offer. May I recognize that I’m enough.
Woodspriestess: Women’s Circles
“I see a chain of women, each listening to each, being present to her as she waits
for her Self to be born, for her feeling values to come to form and to birth…
Woman after woman, being present, as each finds her voice”
Judith Duerk: Journey to Herself
“The calling a woman feels to gather in Sacred Space with other Sisters starts first as a low and slow warmth that begins to burn. If left unfed, it rises quickly to a raging fire of desire. It will not be denied and can only be quenched by the nourishment of Truth, Candlelight,
Song And Sisterhood”
Ayla Mellani ~ Founder of Chrysalis Woman
“You will be teachers for each other. You will come together in circles and speak your truth to each other. The time has come for women to accept their spiritual responsibility for the planet”
Sherry Anderson & Patricia Hopkins ~ The Feminine Face of God
quotes via Chrysalis Woman
In February 2010, I bought the Rise Up and Call Her Name curriculum from the UU Women and Religion store. I listened to the CD that came with the curriculum over and over during one of my darkest personal experiences, the experience of my second miscarriage, and it spoke to me deeply at a time when I needed it and when I was not able to be “heard” in any other manner. It was at this time that the shift in my life’s focus became apparent to me, from birthwork to women’s life cycle work, and priestess work. I dreamed of facilitating the series of classes, but it took me until this year to actually make that dream a reality. We’ve been having quarterly women’s retreats locally since the end of 2010 and I’ve facilitated the Cakes for the Queen of Heaven series a couple of times as well as Meetings at the Moon for mother-daughter pairs, but Rise Up kept waiting in my closet. This year, I decided to offer it as a year-long once-a-month class, rather than as a 13 week series. I thought this made sense in terms of people’s busy schedules and ability to commit. As it turns out, committing to something once a month for a year may also be asking too much of many women and only a small handful of women made the commitment. We now have just a little circle of six, but we’re doing it and it actually feels like the perfect group after all (I’m easily seduced into bigger-is-better ways of thinking about groupwork, even though smaller groups can be much more rewarding experiences!). This afternoon was our March class and it really felt like it “healed” me from my disconnect, separation, can’t listen/reach out the way I wish to, feelings from my “making a place for others” post on Wednesday. My post from Wednesday was very much an artifact of not having any time alone to regroup from several stressful, too-busy days in a row. This afternoon before the Rise Up class, my parents had my kids over and I spent some time first down in the woods visiting the rocks further down the hill, including these that form a lovely circle…
On my way back to the house, just look at what popped out at me from the ground…
This is one of the “stepping stones” on the way to the priestess rocks. I can’t believe I’ve never noticed her before! When I came in, I put on the Rise Up CD and worked setting up a springtime altar. When I lay out an altar, I often kind of force myself to include the “right” objects representing the four directions. This time, I decided to just put on the altar what wanted to be there and what communicated something about the purpose of the day. I loved the result! It was one of my favorite circle altars so far.

Altar with addition of springtime daffodil from my mom, rearrangement of many things by toddler daughter, and eating of fig cookies as part of the “ingathering” ritual…
Circle round
circle round and celebrate
circle round and sing
circle round and share stories
circle round and reach out a handcircle
no beginning
no end
In my college classes, I often tell my students that in working with people, we need to learn to think in circles, rather than in lines. Circles are strong. Circles are steady. Circles hold the space, circles make a place for others. Circles can expand or contract as needed. Circles can be permeable and yet have a strong boundary. Linked arms in a circle can keep things out and show solidarity. Linked energy in a circle can transform the ordinary into sacred space. Hands at each other’s backs, facing each other, eye level.
In the woods, I offered this prayer for our circle:
May our circle be strong
may our circle be harmonious
may our circle be steady
and may our circle grow and changeplease guide me as I priestess this circle today
please help me to see, hear, and honor those within the circle
help me to act with love in my heart, hands, and mind
help me to guard the energy of this space
help me to facilitate sacred connectionlet us all act as sisters
as companions and friends
hold hands
hold the space
hold each other…
I also chose the following reading to use following the “ingathering” ritual at the opening of the Rise Up class. We did it as a responsive reading (i.e. I read each line and then the group repeated it). It felt perfect!
I am a woman,
a human being of extraordinary strength, wisdom, and grace.
My woman’s body was created in the body of a woman.
I am daughter, sister, mother
in thousands of generations of women…
I am a woman,
part of and the whole of the first circle,
the circle that transcended space and time,
the circle of women joined.
–Ann Valliant and Kathleen Klimek (in Open Mind by Diane Mariechild)
I had such a positive, happy feeling after the close of our class. I did not feel drained or as if I’d been doing too much or giving away too much of my energy. I felt nourished, healed, connected, and satisfied. In February, when I took my annual computer-off retreat, I had the realization that a lot of the scattered and distracted feelings I experience are more often related to children and parenting than to technology (I’d been blaming technology, but with the technology off, I realized it was actually the kids!). And, today I had a similar realization—that perhaps I often feel drained by people contact as well as scattered, distracted, and unable to fully connect, because I’m usually trying to do that and mother at the same time. While mothering is fulfilling too and my kids are certainly extremely important to me, oh my goodness it was just a delight to spend time with these friends today just us, with no kids asking us for anything. It was much easier to see and be seen, to hear and be heard, when there were no other needs to fulfill but our own!
Right as everyone was leaving, I remembered I’d wanted to offer aura photographs via a little app I’d gotten for my phone quite a few months ago…
I would not really place a lot of stock into its authenticness, but it was really fun and actually surprisingly on target!
After everyone left, I headed back down to the woods with my husband and daughter. We went on a spontaneous ramble through the woods and made many cool discoveries that I will have to write about in a later post…
Woodspriestess: Permission
be present
be still
be centeredretreat
withdraw
pull back
draw in
turn away
fold up
closecocoon
centerbecome quiet
become stillRest in the sensation
that soaring on this breath
is enough.
Today was a long day and a hard day. I had to let go of things I’d expected to have time to do. I had to release expectations. And, I had to accept information that I didn’t want. I went to the woods twice today, the first time before taking my toddler to the dentist and the second after we returned. I had a powerful sense that I just wanted permission. Permission to not do anything else today.
Heartbreak of tooth decay sculpture from fall of last year–mama covers head, not wanting to know and yet holding both baby and the extracted teeth. At her heart is a jewel, because she acts with deep love.
no obligations
rest
just rest
lay on the couch with a book
read
think
imaginepermission to quit for a minute
permission to stop
permission to get off the spinning wheel
permission to say no thanks
permission to say no
permission to say I changed my mind
permission to say I don’t want to
permission not to finish
permission not to do
permission to take a breakdraw in
quiet down
listen deep
fold upright now is a time to be still
to rest and self-nurture
to snuggle with cuddly babies
sniff heads
lay on a husband’s shoulder
be needy
be nurtured
and receivedraw in
draw closed
retreat
recollect
call your spirit back
and emerge once more
with strength
On the first woods visit in an effort to distract myself from the later appointment, I took some new sculptures down to the rocks to photograph and bless before shipping.
On my second visit to the woods I watched two hawks flying. They swung back and forth through the sky for a period of time and then flew away.
Permission not to write any more tonight.
Permission granted!












































































