On Sunday, June 29, I facilitated a fun and joyful workshop, ritual and celebration of the Summer Solstice!
The sun has just waxed to its fullest point on the Wheel of the Year. This is the perfect moment to call upon and harness the power and energies of this most abundant time of the year. The powerful summer sun is an inspiration and guide for you to be your fullest, brightest, most wonderful self ~ The Queen of Your Own Life!
Here are some lines from one of my favorite writings about the Goddess. It is called, "The Charge of The Goddess."
"I, who am the beauty of the green earth, and the white moon among the stars, and the mystery of the waters, and the desire of the heart, calls unto thy soul. Arise, and come unto Me. For I am the soul of nature, who gives life to the universe. From me all things proceed, and unto me they must return; and before my face, beloved of all humans, let thine innermost divine self be enfolded in the rapture of the infinite. Let my worship be in the heart that rejoices; for behold, all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals. Therefore let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you."
The loving message of the Divine Feminine Goddess is to celebrate yourself! The Goddess gives you permission to shine your light onto your life, onto your self and onto the people and things you love.
Sunday was a day of celebrating, creating beauty, standing in our power and joy, singing and creating sacred space & ritual together. We experienced the magic and inspiration of the Divine Feminine!
Together we created sacred space with a hundred flowers, candles, cloths of fire-colored magic, photographs of women in their power and joy, images of the Goddess, the Mother Queen's, crystals and statues of the Divine Feminine archetypes.
There was sacred music, healing chants, prayer flags of beauty and peace, sacred art making. Women shared their stories, their insights, their essence with each other and they participated in a beautiful Queening ceremony.
Stepping into our power, finding our voice, shining our light and wisdom; our highest, brightest selves out into the world, is one of the most challenging feats to accomplish. It is our birthright, our duty, dare I say, to do so ~ but it takes courage and it takes loving ourselves, over and over again, to walk the path that is lit by our own inner flame.
May you be blessed, may you bless yourself and may your blessings pour forth love and light onto those you love, your community and the bright green and healing waters of this earth.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
The Goddess Athena visits us at the Northwood Transfer Station
I was just talking with my partner about Susan Seddon Boulet. This amazing woman is the most talented artist I have ever been blessed to know of. I could wall paper my entire home with her paintings and never tire of the way they make me feel.
I decided it would be a good idea to put a link to her work on my web blog here since I am certain I'll use her artwork on this web log. I told her that I needed to find the one of the woman pregant with a raven in her womb. My son's middle name is Raven because I had been visited by many while I was pregnant.
After seeing the beautiful barred owl yesterday (see the full, magical story below) I have been reflecting on the first owl I had ever seen, which was when I was pregnant. A friend found a wonderful site for the Turning Point Gallery where prints of her artwork, as well as original pieces are sold. Her biography is included on these pages and it would be perfect to link curious readers to. Her artwork is the most magical, most spiritual, most beautiful I know.
As I browsed through the gallery, I saw one of our favorites of a woman with a snake on her head. Believe it or not, my friend, Karen just found this ~ and another framed print of Boulet's ~ at the Northwood town dump on Saturday! When I ever looked at the title of this painting I lost my breath. For I have never known what it was called.
Athena!
Athena who's totem is the owl. Wise Athena has come to visit us. What gift does she have for us? She has sent her owl messenger our way. On Saturday we prayed together over our scallops and haddock dinner that Goddess would bring us a spiritual sign, something that would remind us of the beauty and magic of summertime, of our lives. We had just come from the transfer station, the Boulet prints in the back seat brewing up their magic for us while we called out to the Goddess for synchronicities and magic! Little did we know!
I decided it would be a good idea to put a link to her work on my web blog here since I am certain I'll use her artwork on this web log. I told her that I needed to find the one of the woman pregant with a raven in her womb. My son's middle name is Raven because I had been visited by many while I was pregnant.
After seeing the beautiful barred owl yesterday (see the full, magical story below) I have been reflecting on the first owl I had ever seen, which was when I was pregnant. A friend found a wonderful site for the Turning Point Gallery where prints of her artwork, as well as original pieces are sold. Her biography is included on these pages and it would be perfect to link curious readers to. Her artwork is the most magical, most spiritual, most beautiful I know.
As I browsed through the gallery, I saw one of our favorites of a woman with a snake on her head. Believe it or not, my friend, Karen just found this ~ and another framed print of Boulet's ~ at the Northwood town dump on Saturday! When I ever looked at the title of this painting I lost my breath. For I have never known what it was called.
Athena!
Athena who's totem is the owl. Wise Athena has come to visit us. What gift does she have for us? She has sent her owl messenger our way. On Saturday we prayed together over our scallops and haddock dinner that Goddess would bring us a spiritual sign, something that would remind us of the beauty and magic of summertime, of our lives. We had just come from the transfer station, the Boulet prints in the back seat brewing up their magic for us while we called out to the Goddess for synchronicities and magic! Little did we know!
Spirit of the Wind
Spirit Of The Wind
by Brooke Medicine Eagle
Spirit of the Wind carry me
Spirit of the Wind carry me home
Spirit of the Wind carry me home to myself
Spirit of the Ocean, depth of emotion
Spirit of the Sea, set myself free
Spirit of the Wind carry me home to myself
Spirit of the Rain, wash away the pain
Spirit of the Storm, help me be reborn
Spirit of the Wind carry me home to myself
Spirit of the Sun, warm light healing me
Spirit of the Sky, spread my wings and fly
Spirit of the Wind carry me home to myself
Spirit of the Earth, help me with my birth
Spirit of the Land, hold me in your hand
Spirit of the Wind carry me home to myself
Spirit of the River, blessed forgiver
Spirit of the Shore, shows me more and more
Spirit of the Wind carry me home to myself
Yesterday, in the late afternoon, my partner and I stood in my driveway saying goodbye to our friend who had just dropped my son off after a weekend visit. I was in a rush to get packing for our camping trip this week and was anxious to get back to work so we could head back to our lake house for a swim. Suddenly, in the midst of our thank-you's and goodbye's, we heard a flutter of activity and the sounds of playing robins screeching above our heads.
I looked up to see a very large bird land in the branch of the pine tree in my yard. A barred owl! It perched on the big tree looking down at us. We called for the children to come to see! That wise messenger of magic and intuition stared at each of us with its dark, knowing eyes. What a blessing!
Along came the fun and playful robins and the barred owl flew across the street. We ran to follow it's path. My son, Seamus caught sight of it and after a few moments it swooped its majestic self back to the other side of my yard, higher up this time but in perfect view like a guardian of the dream time realm and in turn looked each of us in the eyes.
Besides a quick flash of flying wings on a back road here and there, I've only seen an owl once before. In the autumn of 1995, I was pregnant with my son. I was the Mother Goddess.
On my mid-day break I went to the back porch to rest. I worked in a beautiful, old farmhouse in Hollis, NH for a lovely couple named Toby & Richard. Overlooking the back yard was a giant tree and in it, an owl. The owl swooped down to catch a mouse. I was awe-struck and felt I had been given a great blessing to have finally seen my favorite bird in the world.
Now again, to have it visit my own home, to bring its energy of magic and mystery, I am truly grateful and graced by the Spirit of the Land and Goddess.
"What Goddess was known for having an owl by her side?" my friend Lez asked his son, Michael. Michael was not sure. Seamus, my son, answered, "Artemis." "It's Athena," said Lez. "The owl is the messenger of wisdom," he continued. I shared that I have always associated owl medicine with wisdom, too, as well as with intuition as the owl has the ability to see through the dark, through the night. It's deeply penetrating eyes can see straight into the soul of us to what is really going on within.
I told Michael about a book we have called, "Animal Speak" by Ted Andrews. We decided to take a look inside to see what messages it had for us.
In addition to wonderful information on various owls and it's association with wisdom and intuition, it said that owl is sometimes thought of as the reincarnation of the dead.
My son did lose his biological father last Wednesday, July 2. When I saw the owl almost 13 years ago, I was certain that it was my Ancestors and Spirit Guides speaking to me. I would dream of his Mic Mac grandmother and aunt ~ both long-ago-deceased ~ and other groups of Native Americans cooking and sharing food together. They were telling me they would watch over Seamus and I and that I should not worry.
Have they returned with this message of comfort and protection again? Looking over us through the deep eyes of the barred owl? Whether or not this is the case, I felt a strong presence of Spirit and of Love from All That Is when I saw that barred owl yesterday afternoon, in the stillness of almost-dusk.
"I wonder if it will come back," I said to my partner, this morning. "It will when you need it," she said, comfortingly.
by Brooke Medicine Eagle
Spirit of the Wind carry me
Spirit of the Wind carry me home
Spirit of the Wind carry me home to myself
Spirit of the Ocean, depth of emotion
Spirit of the Sea, set myself free
Spirit of the Wind carry me home to myself
Spirit of the Rain, wash away the pain
Spirit of the Storm, help me be reborn
Spirit of the Wind carry me home to myself
Spirit of the Sun, warm light healing me
Spirit of the Sky, spread my wings and fly
Spirit of the Wind carry me home to myself
Spirit of the Earth, help me with my birth
Spirit of the Land, hold me in your hand
Spirit of the Wind carry me home to myself
Spirit of the River, blessed forgiver
Spirit of the Shore, shows me more and more
Spirit of the Wind carry me home to myself
Yesterday, in the late afternoon, my partner and I stood in my driveway saying goodbye to our friend who had just dropped my son off after a weekend visit. I was in a rush to get packing for our camping trip this week and was anxious to get back to work so we could head back to our lake house for a swim. Suddenly, in the midst of our thank-you's and goodbye's, we heard a flutter of activity and the sounds of playing robins screeching above our heads.
I looked up to see a very large bird land in the branch of the pine tree in my yard. A barred owl! It perched on the big tree looking down at us. We called for the children to come to see! That wise messenger of magic and intuition stared at each of us with its dark, knowing eyes. What a blessing!
Along came the fun and playful robins and the barred owl flew across the street. We ran to follow it's path. My son, Seamus caught sight of it and after a few moments it swooped its majestic self back to the other side of my yard, higher up this time but in perfect view like a guardian of the dream time realm and in turn looked each of us in the eyes.
Besides a quick flash of flying wings on a back road here and there, I've only seen an owl once before. In the autumn of 1995, I was pregnant with my son. I was the Mother Goddess.
On my mid-day break I went to the back porch to rest. I worked in a beautiful, old farmhouse in Hollis, NH for a lovely couple named Toby & Richard. Overlooking the back yard was a giant tree and in it, an owl. The owl swooped down to catch a mouse. I was awe-struck and felt I had been given a great blessing to have finally seen my favorite bird in the world.
Now again, to have it visit my own home, to bring its energy of magic and mystery, I am truly grateful and graced by the Spirit of the Land and Goddess.
"What Goddess was known for having an owl by her side?" my friend Lez asked his son, Michael. Michael was not sure. Seamus, my son, answered, "Artemis." "It's Athena," said Lez. "The owl is the messenger of wisdom," he continued. I shared that I have always associated owl medicine with wisdom, too, as well as with intuition as the owl has the ability to see through the dark, through the night. It's deeply penetrating eyes can see straight into the soul of us to what is really going on within.
I told Michael about a book we have called, "Animal Speak" by Ted Andrews. We decided to take a look inside to see what messages it had for us.
In addition to wonderful information on various owls and it's association with wisdom and intuition, it said that owl is sometimes thought of as the reincarnation of the dead.
My son did lose his biological father last Wednesday, July 2. When I saw the owl almost 13 years ago, I was certain that it was my Ancestors and Spirit Guides speaking to me. I would dream of his Mic Mac grandmother and aunt ~ both long-ago-deceased ~ and other groups of Native Americans cooking and sharing food together. They were telling me they would watch over Seamus and I and that I should not worry.
Have they returned with this message of comfort and protection again? Looking over us through the deep eyes of the barred owl? Whether or not this is the case, I felt a strong presence of Spirit and of Love from All That Is when I saw that barred owl yesterday afternoon, in the stillness of almost-dusk.
"I wonder if it will come back," I said to my partner, this morning. "It will when you need it," she said, comfortingly.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Honoring the Maiden, the Mother & the Crone
Goddess Prayer 2004 CE
by Glenys Livingstone
Mother – She within me who is deeply related
Virgin – She within me who is ever new
Crone – She within me who is creative return to All
Holy is my being
The Mystery pervades all…
May I understand my daily guidance and graciously receive the infinite daily abundance
May I forgive my insensitivities and lack of skill
and forgive others the same
May I respond to my divine passion
I am in awe
And give thanks to the light and dark within
Beginning Again
by Glenys Livingstone
The Mother within reweaves the fabric
The torn fabric
Torn in the weak spots
She sets to work with all her love and consciousness
Picking up the threads
Threads that go all the way back to the beginning
She uses these, yet makes new patterns
Mercifully, Erishkagal, Crone – her partner
Has destroyed old patterns
Erishkagel has washed away the debris
With her storm and tempest
Artemis, virgin, spiritual warrior
Fiercely guards and nurtures the new
She is faithful to the heart that seeks
Fullness, wholeness
She will constellate in the hearts night sky
And call forth right direction
by Glenys Livingstone
Mother – She within me who is deeply related
Virgin – She within me who is ever new
Crone – She within me who is creative return to All
Holy is my being
The Mystery pervades all…
May I understand my daily guidance and graciously receive the infinite daily abundance
May I forgive my insensitivities and lack of skill
and forgive others the same
May I respond to my divine passion
I am in awe
And give thanks to the light and dark within
Beginning Again
by Glenys Livingstone
The Mother within reweaves the fabric
The torn fabric
Torn in the weak spots
She sets to work with all her love and consciousness
Picking up the threads
Threads that go all the way back to the beginning
She uses these, yet makes new patterns
Mercifully, Erishkagal, Crone – her partner
Has destroyed old patterns
Erishkagel has washed away the debris
With her storm and tempest
Artemis, virgin, spiritual warrior
Fiercely guards and nurtures the new
She is faithful to the heart that seeks
Fullness, wholeness
She will constellate in the hearts night sky
And call forth right direction
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