Sunday Sabbath: Rest

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Surprise milkweed bloomed and looks gorgeous! (and yes, is almost never without a butterfly atop)

Clear your mind
rest your body
still your chatter
become fluid…

Opening to breeze
birdsong
to the richness
of solitude

the messages
from butterfly wings

shadows making patterns
across rock.

Hold your place
hold steady
and watch the swirling change
around you
unfold
in hopeful majesty
and exuberant life.

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let everything else fall away
let your body melt into rock
held by the arms of the earth
and spin through distant galaxies
with invisible
silent
magical
grace.

I’ve been out of town this weekend and with no opportunities to blog, though the thoughts of things to blog about continue to arise and I have a backlog of both pictures and recordings to get to, “someday.” Rest has been on my mind though as I gave a presentation about Moontime and honoring our menstrual cycles at the conference today, even though I’m actually at the most energetic and productive point in my own cycle. The “rest” poem above arrived as I was preparing for my presentation and packing for this trip, so it feels appropriate to post today.

As I shared during my presentation:

“…Could it be that women who get wild with rage do so because they are deeply deprived of quiet and alone time, in which to recharge and renew themselves?

Isn’t PMS a wise mechanism designed to remind us of the deep need to withdraw from everyday demands to the serenity of our inner wilderness? Wouldn’t it follow, then, that in the absence of quiet, sacred spaces to withdraw to while we bleed — women express their deprivation with wild or raging behaviors?…” –DeAnna L’am via Occupy Menstruation

The essay I finished writing while at Pismo Beach was up on Feminism and Religion earlier in the week. I struggled in the writing of it because I was in a different head space, not to mention literally in a different space, while trying to work on it. I felt distant, distracted, scattered, and unfocused while I was writing it and worried that that was what would come through. Instead, it became a cohesive piece that “flows really well,” according to the editor. Reading it now, it feels like someone else wrote it—I guess I did manage to get into the writing-zone after all, even with my mind being preoccupied with a different place, different subjects and different people…

In the aftermath of giving birth, particularly without medication, many women describe a sense of expansive oneness—with other women, with the earth, with the cycles and rhythms of life. People who become shamans, usually do so after events involving challenge and stress in which the shaman must navigate tough obstacles and confront fears. What is a laboring woman, but the original shaman—a “shemama” as Leslene della Madre would say —as she works through her fears and passes through them, emerging with strength.

[Monica Sjoo describes] the homebirth of her second son was her, “first initiation into the Goddess…even though at that time I didn’t consciously know of Her…”

via Birth as a Shamanic Experience by Molly Remer | Feminism and Religion.

This week I also put up a post on Pagan Families that was modified from my introductory post on this blog and I’m pleased to welcome new subscribers who found me in this way:

In late December 2012, I decided to begin a year-long spiritual practice of “checking in” every day at the priestess rocks in my woods. I committed to spending at least a few minutes there every day, rain or sleet or shine, with children or without, and whether day or night throughout 2013. I also decided to take a daily picture. My idea was to really, really get to know this space deeply. To notice that which changes and evolves on a daily basis, to see what shares the space with me, to watch and listen and learn from and interact with the same patch of ground every day and see what I learn about it and about myself. I want to really come into a relationship with the land I live on, rather than remain caught up in my head and my ideas and also the sometimes-frantic feeling hum of every day life as a parent and teacher. When I went down to the woods to “listen” to this idea, I spoke a poem that included the word “woodspriestess,” and I thought…hmm. Maybe this is what I’m doing. As I planned, I started this practice on January first and have not yet missed a day, except while traveling (and, then I bring a small rock from the woods with me so that I can still “check in” with them). In March 2013, I decided to do a thirty-day experiment in which I made a daily post/picture about my “woodspriestess” experiences. It was a rich experience in many ways. (The daily practice will continue through 2013, even though I have not continued writing on a daily basis after the March experiment)…

via Small Sacred Places.

This daily time in the woods provides a regular, daily opportunity for me to restif only for a few moments, and it is so nourishing and feels vital to my very being. I’m not sure how I was getting along without it before!

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At the river on Thursday.

Eyes open
ears open
heart open
mind open
spirit open

to miraculous possibilities
of being…

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Thursday Thealogy: The Distant Other

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Pismo Beach picture taken by a distant other!

This month in my Compassion class at OSC we’re looking at concern for the distant other—those not immediately part of our lives. The assignment was to share how we show concern for the distant other and its impact in your life in your awareness and sense of compassion. Since I was on vacation this month, I thought it would be the perfect time to notice opportunities and experiences with the “distant other.” Instead, what I continued to experience was compassion FROM the “distant other” to me and my family—or, rather, had the experience of being the distant other in someone else’s life. I read an article recently about taking the time to “see” others—to look at nametags and to call people by name, etc. Many, many times on this two-week trip, rather than being the one doing the seeing, I saw myself being “seen” by others, rather than me specifically doing the seeing…

The man on the airplane who saw me struggling with my suitcase, laptop bag, and toddler daughter in a carrier and offered to carry my bags to my seat. The other man on the airplane who switched seats so another family could sit with their kids and then shared his M & Ms with my boys. The airline worker who found my sons’ lost ipod and tablet two days after they lost them on the airplane and who tracked me down via phone to return them to me. The Disneyland worker who saw us looking tired and discouraged at a long line for the only ride we hadn’t yet gone on and who offered us a free secret pass to come back in an hour and go straight onto the ride. The shuttle driver who made a stop for us at our hotel, even though it wasn’t technically on her route rather than making us walk from the hotel up the street that was on her route. The flight attendant who saw me sitting with my tired toddler and gave me hot tea, before taking the cart up the aisle to the rest of the plane (I was in the back row and should have been last). The hotel worker who stopped what she was doing and helped me figure out how to print my grandma’s memorial service from the hotel computer. The hotel guest who saw me waiting to print boarding passes and even though she was doing some work of her own, stopped to let me use the computer instead and then sat and waited while I printed my stuff and then went back to her own printing. The couple walking past on the beach who offered to take a group family photo instead of having one person left out as the picture taker. The rental car guy who took the time to give us a map and give verbal directions when we were leaving. The lady at the lunch counter who asked questions about where I was from and what I was doing while I was waiting for my food to be finished and then offered condolences about the death of my grandmother. The man at the airport who moved our carseat through the security line when we were out of hands to move it ourselves. The man checking ID’s at the security checkpoint who told me happy birthday when he noticed my birthday had been earlier in the month. The man in line at Indiana Jones at Disneyland who told me to never lose my smile because it was so great to see. The teenage girl on the Grizzly River Run ride who offered to let me put my hat under her sweater so it wouldn’t get wet and who then saw me later while I was on the walkway and she was on another ride and waved with a big smile and an, “oh, hi!” like we were old pals.

I know there were many more, but these are the ones that come to mind as I’m typing right now. There is something about traveling with children that puts you into a vulnerable position and rather than being the one who helps the distant other, I found it was much more likely to become the one in the position of needing help or compassion or understanding. These experiences left me with a powerful sense of the inherent goodness of my fellow human beings and a feeling that most people are helpful, nice, compassionate, and want to do the right thing for others, even if they’ll never see each other again.

(**I did later think of one example of my own concern for the distant other that was expressed as I replied to desperate text messages from a breastfeeding mother while in line at Disneyland with my family—that is pretty committed, Molly 🙂 )

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Womanrunes: The Spiral

Womanrunes: The Spiral. Rune of Initiation. Rites of Passage.May 2013 027
This is a journey stone: spiraling rites of passage, opened doorways, surrendered moments, grace and struggle in changes, hopeful pauses, liminal places, threshold moments, and leaps of faith. When this stone is drawn, ask yourself, how have you celebrated transitions? What rites of passage are you preparing for? What initiations are awaiting you? What sacred work calls your name? To what holy purpose will you be dedicated?

Initiation is a path and a process, not a single discrete event, much like rites of passage mark transitions from one point to another on a continuously unfolding spiral of time, person, and space. One’s whole life can be a process of initiation. Initiation into your own existence. Who are you? Who can you be? What holy flame speaks your name? What task ignites your heartsong? What place awaits your visit? What people hunger for your touch?

This is the stone of initiation. This is the stone of change. This is the stone of dedication to one’s sacred path.

Originally recorded on May 3, 2013. This was my birthday and the third anniversary of my private Goddess dedication ritual. The Spiral was one of the first womanrunes I actually drew in my experiment, but I didn’t end up having time to type it up. However, it felt perfectly perfect for my birthday and my Goddess-aversary, especially since I didn’t have a very good day, having also recorded the following:

This tension and anxiety I feel today is impermanent, much like the ages. Much like my own birth and the birth of my children. Moments…in an unending spiral of moments. Just like I come here to recharge, I can come here to bury baskets of broken dreams, to lift up surrendered hands, and let plans fall in crumbles. Let my wishes shatter around me. Cast off, shed, let go, surrendered, given up, quit. There are lessons there too. There’s learning and growth there too…

Update: this project evolved into a real book!

The first post in my Womanrunes series is available here. The runes and the names of them come from Shekhinah Mountainwater’s Womanrunes system for which there are no written interpretations available other than the name and one word meanings. I’m engaging in a semi-daily practice of drawing one and then going down to the woods with it to see what it “tells” me–basically, creating what I wish I had, which is a more developed interpretation of the meaning of each womanrunestone.

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Calling the Circle: Context

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Does standing on the wall at Pismo Beach at dusk make sense? Yes, if the context is one of trying to get some silhouette pictures! 😉

This post is the second in a series, prompted by the book Calling the Circle by Christina Baldwin:

Context is the social, political, cultural, and spiritual force that shapes the life of a person. Every person lives within society’s context–whether we live comfortably in the middle of this collective force or straining at the edge. In every society there are seekers whose role is to push the borders of accepted experience and whose thoughts and actions expand the cultural context. Ideas and social norms pass through a culture, coming first from the edge and, as they are accepted, moving to center and becoming the ‘norm.’ …

Context is the collective atmosphere inside which something is seen and understood

Context is amazingly important. Pushing the context is how a culture changes, both in expansion and in reaction against expansion. As groups of ethnic and racial minorities, women, homosexuals, the physically challenged, and others have struggled for social rights, each group has expanded the contextual edge, insisting that the culture make room, rewrite laws, and get used to living with these changes. (p. 21)

One of the college classes I teach in human services is called, “working with groups.” However, in all of my classes we talk about systems theory and our core person-in-environment outlook. Every person is inextricably embedded it a network of larger systems and we cannot full understand people without understanding their systemic context. Essentially, behavior is logical to context and human behavior is very often group behavior, no matter how much Western culture likes to point fingers at individuals and individual responsibility. When considering the issue of past social atrocities like those committed by the Nazis, I think about the concept of fundamental attribution error–people’s tendency to ascribe the behavior of others to personal flaws rather than context/environment. We all like to think that we wouldn’t have been a Nazi, or that we wouldn’t drink the Kool-Aid, or that we wouldn’t be the person in the experiment who keeps increasing the electric shock…but, in reality, these situations all involved regular people, who were powerfully influenced by group dynamics. Those dynamics continue to be afoot in the modern world.

As I’ve written before, the sociocultural value of a divine presence that validates women’s bodies cannot be overestimated. Indeed, I believe that patriarchal religion in its most destructive way grew out of the devaluation and rejection of female bodies. A religious context that rejects the female body, that places the male and its association with “the mind” and the soul rather than the earthy relational connection of body, is a religion that easily moves into domination and control of women. Reclaiming Goddess, reclaims women’s bodies—names them not only as “normal,” but as “divine,” and this is profoundly threatening to traditional Judeo-Christian belief systems. In Carol Christ’s classic essay, Why Women Need the Goddess, she quotes feminist theologian Mary Daly (Beyond God the Father):

If God in ‘his’ heaven is a father ruling his people, then it is the ‘nature’ of things and according to divine plan and the order of the universe that society be male dominated. Within this context, a mystification of roles takes place: The husband dominating his wife represents God ‘himself.’ The images and values of a given society have been projected into the realm of dogmas and “Articles of Faith,” and these in turn justify the social structures which have given rise to them and which sustain their plausibility.

As I wrote in a prior post for Feminism and Religion:

…as Rush describes in Politics on page 384: “It stands to reason after so many centuries of brutal religious persecution, that women today should have a deep fear of conceptualizing our own spirituality. Women who try are severely penalized…Because of all this, it is essential that we do create our own spiritual practices. Our spiritual beliefs define what we respect, what we love—and what we ultimately perceive as our highest values. For a feminist, or for any woman, to perpetuate a patriarchal religion and to worship a male god is for her to deify her oppression” [emphasis mine]. This is powerful stuff, the impact of which cannot be denied or ignored. The symbolic value of ritual is extremely important as well. To many women traditional religious rituals and symbols have lost meaning and feel hollow or emotionless. I feel that women’s spirituality rituals bring heart, soul, and passion back to what has become rote in modern practice. Women’s rituals usually honor women’s bodies and women’s feelings and the phases of a woman’s life. They also typically use feminine images of divinity and Goddess language and imagery, which is a powerful antidote to the patriarchal culture in which we live. While on the surface or from afar, a woman’s ritual may seem like an innocently simple affair, in the context of patriarchy it is a radical and subversive act and statement for change.

via Do Women’s Circles Actually Matter? By Molly Remer | Feminism and Religion.

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Womanrunes: Moonboat

Womanrunes: Moonboat. Rune of journeys.  May 2013 002Out of body. Astral projection. Travel.

What do I need to know?

She who travels. She who crosses thresholds. She who sets sail for far off places. Journeys can be inner or outer. Journeys can be solitary or communal. What are you looking for? What are you seeking? To what end do you wish to travel? Do you wish to dig deep into your own soul? Do you wish to adventure across the ocean or into the sisterhood of community?

Now is the time to take that step, to unfurl your sails, and set forth.

Originally recorded on May 2, 2013.

Update: this project evolved into a real book!

The first post in my Womanrunes series is available here. The runes and the names of them come from Shekhinah Mountainwater’s Womanrunes system for which there are no written interpretations available other than the name and one word meanings. I’m engaging in a semi-daily practice of drawing one and then going down to the woods with it to see what it “tells” me–basically, creating what I wish I had, which is a more developed interpretation of the meaning of each womanrunestone.

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Grape hyacinth from a friend.

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Womanrunes: The Labyris

Womanrunes: The Labyris. Rune of Will. Power in the world. Mobility. Having one’s way. June 2013 009

This is a stone of assertiveness. Of standing up for oneself. Of claiming unapologetically one’s place on the planet and in the stream of life. This is a strong stone, a steady stone, a stone you pull when the time has come to make decisions. When the time has come to say no. When the time has come to choose. It is a stone of action, determination, energy, sustenance, vitality, and truth. It reminds us that it is okay, necessary, to speak up. To do what must be done. To say yes and to say no, without explaining, justifying, rationalizing or apologizing. The Universe is made up of many wills. Many wills joining, bumping into one another, dominating, submitting, sharing, giving up, being stubborn. The Labyris rune is about a strong, steady, inner will. A sense of personal power and the ability to stand in that personal power. The ability to step forward with purpose. To speak up with firmness. It is not about dominating or oppressing or submerging the wills of others. It can remind us of the power in partnership, in collaboration. Of the power found in working together. Though in that context, still asserting one’s own self-responsibility and potency and personal power.

This rune turns up when it is time to make changes. The time has come to draw upon your flexibility and your ability to notice what needs to be different, what is calling out for action and change, and to dig deep for the courage and will that are necessary to enact those changes. Remember that mobility can sometimes involve knowing when to wait. When to be still and when to return to something later in one’s life course. This is a stubborn rune. It wants its own way. You want your own way. It isn’t wrong to want that. Have you been silent for too long? Have you squelched your own desires? Have you pretended to be something you are not? Have you expected others to read your mind and meet your needs for you, without needing to speak up? Have you been wanting to flee? Have you been wanting to quit or say no, but don’t know how? That’s where this double-headed axe comes in. It can cut both ways. What needs to be pruned away? Watch out. She’s chopping there. Be careful not to cut the ones you love, to cut off more than you bargained for or more than you want. Handle blades with care, for they can be dangerous. Is this what you worry about in asserting your own will? That you are dangerous? That people do not get what they need from you? That you are not enough? You are more than enough and sometimes that is scary. And, sometimes it scares others.

Slice cleanly and without apology. Slice carefully and without regret. Remember to keep enough room around you to swing the blade freely.

June 2013 010In an ironic twist, when I headed to the woods to make this recording, I thought to myself: I don’t have time to do this. Immediately, I strongly “heard”: you don’t have time NOT to do this. I started the memo recorder and got through the title of the rune before my kids were hollering out of the door to me that the noodles were boiling and I had to come back RIGHT NOW. I resisted and thought about not having time NOT to do it, but they kept yelling and so I surrendered my will to theirs and headed back inside. For the record, the noodles were not boiling yet and I could have stayed. And, I was annoyed that I didn’t get my own way… 😉

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The small difference waiting to be noticed on the day I made this recording was this little snail on a leaf!

Update: this project evolved into a real book!

The first post in my Womanrunes series is available here. The runes and the names of them come from Shekhinah Mountainwater’s Womanrunes system for which there are no written interpretations available other than the name and one word meanings. I’m engaging in a semi-daily practice of drawing one and then going down to the woods with it to see what it “tells” me–basically, creating what I wish I had, which is a more developed interpretation of the meaning of each womanrunestone.

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Sunday Sabbath: Tiny Desert Flowers

When I’m alone the flowers are really seen…They are felt as presence. They live and die in a few days; they keep me closely in touch with process, with growth, and also with dying.” –May Sarton

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.” -Jack Kornfield

She who loves roses must be patient and
not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.
–Olga Broumas

(both in Open Mind by Diane Mariechild)

Mariechild goes on to observe that the joy and beauty of flowers may well rest in its fleetingness: “The ghost of death blows through each bloom.” I’ve previously shared my semi-religious experiences with tiny flowers:

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that hope blooms eternal
pushing the way
through cracked stone

reclaiming
repopulating
rebirthing the Earth

What is a seed
but a miracle
right in front of me

What am I
but a miracle
to be seeing this right now…

via Woodspriestess: Tiny Flowers | Theapoetics.

On our recent trip to California we went tourmaline mining in the desert outside of Carlsbad and we also went to Pismo Beach. At both locations, the tiny flowers of those ecosystems caught my eye. Different than the tiny flowers of the “temperate forest biome,” that I call home, but perfection just the same:

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the world is full of tiny, perfect mysteries.

Secrets of heart and soul and landscape
guarded tenderly
taking root in hard crevices
stretching forth
in impossible silence.

Sleeping
resting
waiting
watching
knowing

that all one needs
is a crack in stone
and a seed of possibility…

via Woodspriestess: Stoneflower | Theapoetics.

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Seapriestess: Beach Poetry

Before we left on our trip, I envisioned spending some quality nature time sitting on the beach and composing delightful beach poetry. Turns out that I’m not really a “seapriestess” and should probably stick with the woods! I told my family this morning about my fond imaginings and then spontaneously “wrote” the following series of mini-poems based on what it has really been like to be at the beach on vacation 😉

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Why you not tasty?

Tiny owl
In bowl of water
Enough for breakfast

Moonstone, oh moonstone
I wish to find you
You sparkle
In my heart

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House of onion rings
And diarrhea

Diving in
to steal her popcorn
You’re like monsters!


Time to sort rocks
Cast off the non-shiny
Previously gathered
In a fit of mistaken beauty.

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Calling the Circle: Circles

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My sister at Moonstone Beach in California

Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle.

The sky is round, and I have heard that the

earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars.

The wind, in its greatest power, whirls.

Birds make their nests in circles,

for theirs is the same religion as ours.

The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle.

The moon does the same, and both are round.

Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing,

and always come back again to where they were

The life of a [person] is a circle from childhood to childhood

and so it is in everything where power moves.

–Black Elk, Black Elk Speaks  (quoted in Calling the Circle)

One of the books I got for my birthday this year was Calling the Circle by Christina Baldwin. A lot of the concepts from this book were very familiar, not only from the group dynamics material in my clergy classes, but also from the classes that I teach in working with groups and working with communities. That said, sometimes it is hard to actually remember and use the principles of working effectively with people in real life, no matter how familiar I am with the concepts and principles in the academic sense. Rather than type a bunch of quotes up together into one post, I decided to run a series of posts over the next couples of weeks, each highlighting something I enjoyed from this book. The first was early in the book and caught my eye because after my grandmother’s death, one of my friends received a message to pass on to my mom that was, “remember the circles.” So, reading this passage felt like a continuation of that message. 🙂

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Beach rocks at Moonstone Beach in California.

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Sabbath: Wild Singing

“It is that holy poetry and singing we are after. We want powerful words and songs that can be heard underwater and over land. It is the wild singing we are after, our chance to use the wild language we are learning by heart under the sea. When a woman speaks her truth, fires up her intention and feeling, staying tight with the instinctive nature, she is singing, she is living in the wild breath-stream of the soul. To live this way is a cycle in itself, one meant to go on, go on, go on.”

– Clarissa Pinkola Estes

“I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.”

–Anais Nin

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Runes of the Goddess

Right before we left for our trip, a belated birthday book arrived in the mail. It is called Runes of the Goddess and I had never heard of it before, but my husband stumbled across it and ordered it for me for a surprise. While there are some things about it that I don’t like—namely that it is called Runes of the Goddess and yet refers to “God” mainly throughout the book and also is attached to a yin/yang gender binary that I find uncomfortable—it was a really good introduction to the art of rune casting. What I do with my Womanrunes is a type of divination too, but it is very simplistic compared to the artform described in this book. Author PMH Atwater uses a set of 16 runes based on the ancient Elder Futhark runes and she calls them Goddess runes. Each time they are used, the whole set is cast and interpreted. Rather than relying on a single stone for guidance, the whole cast is interpreted based on the pattern and relationships to each other as well as their relationship to the questioner and the question asked.

I marked several good quotes:

“…We make a thing sacred by the power we give it and by the way we hold it in mind. Nothing is sacred by itself, and yet everything is sacred—depending entirely upon how it is viewed and who is doing the viewing…Invoking sacredness changes vitality, not validity.” (p. 7)

“Runic symbols are not magic in and of themselves. Symbols are illustrative, not directive. The magic comes from the way they stimulate feelings, emotions, and memories in the one who uses them. Forgotten wisdoms hidden within the psyche begin to awaken and resurface. This is the real magic…uncovering the deeper depths of your own being.” (p. 24)

“Learning the way of a cast utilizes sacred play to help you step into your own ‘dream’ (the life you live) so you can view issues from another perspective. This enables you to develop and ongoing pathway into the heart and soul of your ‘truth-sense,’ that intuitive wellspring at the central core of all that you are. Once the pathway is developed, you can almost magically move beyond sacred play into a kind of ‘flow’ state where ‘moment matches mind.’ This is synchronicity—where random events cease to be random, and seemingly unrelated things link together in meaningful and wonderful ways.” (p. 26)

This is what I feel like I experience in the woods, this pathway to my own “truth-sense.” The author’s description of how she first saw and connected with these runes, reminds me of my own experience with the Womanrunes. They called to me and spoke to me in some way that I am still figuring out.

One final quote that is one of my favorites from the whole book:

Indeed, long before there was ever a need for hieroglyphic script, there must have been a desire and a passion for recreating patterns in the mind that would evoke the immediacy of special moments. These special moments would have been no less than ones where earth and sky, heaven and human, seemed to merge, intermingling the invisible with the visible. Such would have been times of awe and wonder…when spirit reigned.

These patterns in the mind would have quickly become anchored in collective memory because of their connection to basic comprehension levels and survival urges…

These patterns in the mind are the real runes.

(p. 135)

While traveling, I find it difficult to stay connected to my “real life” and I feel very spiritually distant and disconnected. I think it is in large part due to being literally unmoored from my usual physical landscape and my woodspace. I don’t like cities and nonstop people. I need to be alone to recharge and I need to spend time in nature and both of these experiences are in short supply on this trip so far. Last night, we went out to the beach at sunset and it was beautiful and I felt exhilarated by being on “real” land and gorgeous landscape again, rather than pavement, hotel carpet, and parking lots. And, as I began to look around and notice that there were no shells on the beach, I instead noticed many, many round smooth stones of varying colors and sizes instead. I was compelled to start picking some up and then had the sudden thought that these would be my set of Goddess runes!

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The Builder

The Builder

There is a builder
Here on planet earth
We see the creative gift in him
A gift given at birth.

Building hopes
Building dreams
Building families
Building roots
Building houses

Making toys for his children
and grandchildren
And a home for his wife

Loving quietly
But deeply
Feeling much
Saying little
Full of wisdom
And help
And with a taste for laughter

We know a builder
Here on planet earth
The things he’s given us
Echo in our days

Genes, memories, hilltop homeplaces
His legacy

We see a builder
Here on planet earth
His love is recognized
His gifts are seen
His wisdom is appreciated

We love a builder
Here on planet earth
And we salute him
In his infinite worth.

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Today is my dad’s 60th birthday! In March of this year, I went to the woods and a poem about him emerged. I know it doesn’t seem particularly remarkable, but I cried and cried as I was speaking it! Some context…in the 1970’s my parents moved to Missouri and my dad rebuilt an old log cabin in which I grew up (alternative energy like solar and wind power). The longer we lived there, the more buildings he built—there are something like 30 buildings on their hilltop homestead now. He also worked as a carpenter for many years. He has a gift for working with wood (remember my woodspriestess beads?! :)) He helped us build our own house and more recently he has been helping good friends of ours build their house as well.

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Woodspriestess: Body Prayer

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My big rosebush is almost blooming!

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.)

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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).

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 🙂

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Womanrunes: The Two Triangles

Womanrunes: The Two Triangles. Rune of Focus. Analysis. Logic. Rationality. g00dbirth 020

When you draw this stone, the time has come to be decisive. To take action, to be assertive. To choose wisely, but to choose. Hone your senses, sharpen your awareness, laser in on that which cries out for your attention. Act with purpose, with determination, without apology. No excuses necessary. This is stone of clarity and understanding. A stone with clean edges and sharp vision.

You are safe and connected. You are free. Make your choice.

After recording about this stone, I stood on the rocks for several more moments and dialogued with the space itself. The conversation I had with myself, or with the woods, or with Gaia herself, feels too private or personal or possibly perceived-by-others as “silly” for me to share right now, but right in the middle of my words, I looked down and there was a snake on the leaves at the base of the rocks. I stopped talking and watched it. It moved off a little further through the trees and leaves and then looked back, right at me. And, it stayed there, motionless and watching me as I watched it, the entire time I continued speaking. I glanced down to shut off the recording and when I looked back up, it was gone without a trace. It felt like an almost mystical experience of communion.

Some more variations of color have joined the changing landscape of the forest. Purple and white! I couldn’t get a good picture of these, but I love them. So pretty.

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g00dbirth 011I also took yet another picture of the overlook itself so that I could set it as my desktop background while I’m gone.

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Update: this project evolved into a real book!

The first post in my Womanrunes series is available here. The runes and the names of them come from Shekhinah Mountainwater’s Womanrunes system for which there are no written interpretations available other than the name and one word meanings. I’m engaging in a semi-daily practice of drawing one and then going down to the woods with it to see what it “tells” me–basically, creating what I wish I had, which is a more developed interpretation of the meaning of each womanrunestone.

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