The Scream

In the forest dark and deep
live the wild women of the Sidhe
with hair of black and eyes of blue
and shining skin of silver hue.

Beneath a hill they gather there;
Hag and Mother, the Maiden fair,
‘round a table of ancient oak
breathing in the sagebrush smoke.

Secrets whispered from lips to ears;
hushed so only the feral hear.
Learn they do of impending death.
Destiny carried on rancid breath.

Joylessly their eyes ignite,
fire sparks cut through the night.
The truth within the belly burns,
heavy with what has been learned.

The tale of fate begins to rise,
and on the wind of maddened cries,
finds a way into your dreams;
Best listen up when the Banshee screams.

Blessings for Summer Solstice

The Sun rises miraculously over the Ocean every morning
- whether you sit in peace or in strife -
the Sun still rises and lights the Earth.

May the Sun restore FULLNESS to you
as the Divine masculine and feminine
come into harmony.


Blessings of the Summer Solstice...
Let your perfect light shine!

Our hips continue to grow...

A recent study has discovered that our hips continue to grow/expand as we age. This is distressing to many women, the doctor reporting said, and science is investigating ways to stop this growth.

Hmmmm...I wonder who these distressed women are? I don't know about the rest of you but the women I know are concerned about matters like:

- how to contribute their sacred creativity to the communities they are part of,
- how to love and honour their bodies,
- how to be role models to young women and girls so they do not become trapped in the stupidity of todays culture, and
- how to unleash their Spirit on a world in need.

These may be trivial, I know, but to the women I know the fact that NATURE decided to let our hips grow even more beautiful as we age is of little consequence to them - or to anyone who is blessed with loving them.