Hidden Faces

An curious bird perched by a man on a park bench who was watching the sky for birds.
He did not notice his feathered friend beside him singing.
The bird flew away.
Not long after a beautiful woman with locks of hair like golden straw came and sat beside the man.
She spoke in her voice like song " what are you looking for my friend?"
"I seek the great owl of wisdom lady," he said
"I asked for him to come enlighten me," he did not look at her.
"I see." replied the woman
"And what will you do when this wisdom is bestowed upon you from the heavans?" Asked the woman graciously.
"I will look no further. I will look no longer. I will bask in knowingness and be in peacful content forever.
That is what I'll do! That's what I'll do the day that wisdom arrives." He exclaimed still not taking his eyes off the never ending blue above him.
A silent moment passed. Side by side they sat in stillness, until the man couldn't take it any longer.
"Do you mind?" he asked. "I hate to be this forward, but you are kind of distracting me; I would hate to miss the passing owl on account of you..."
"Oh right." Said the Lady as she briskly rose from the park bench. "Well, good luck" she said as she walked away, undisturbed and humming a merry song.
She wandered back over the garden bridge.
Pausing for a moment at the arches peak to admire the rushing stream below.
Then glancing back at the man for a brief moment who was still intently starring at the empty sky,

She inhaled deeply spreading her brilliant wings
And flew away.
Shaking her head.
Away from the man.
The man who sought her.
The man who never saw her...

Wearing Pearls of Wisdom

I am a beautiful sea creature
Collecting pearls to share with another land.
A land unknown to the deep blue seas
But all the same a part of it.
Near the ocean's edge
A wise owl waits to honor my collection
Soaring high the owl sprinkles my pearls
Over the lands unknown to sea creatures
The beads clink on roof tops all around the world
Just like magic hail...


Layering the earth with the purity of a virgin bride
In her wedding dress,
On her wedding day,
The earth is decorated with pearls of wisdom
Reflecting light like the sun
In every direction, but down.

For a Friend Whom I Miss (you know who you are)

Coffee With Milk

It is very deep to have a cup of tea
ALso coffee in a white cup
with milk
a hand to go around the cup
and a mouth to open and take it in
It is very deep and very good to have a heart
Do not take the heart for granted
it fills with blood and lets blood out

Good to have this chair to sit in
with these feet on the floor
while I drink this coffee
in a white cup
To have the air around us to be in
To fill our lungs and empty them like weeping
this roof to house us
the sky to house the roof in endless blue
To be in the midwest
with the Atlantic over there
and the Pacific on our other side

It is good this cup of coffee
the milk in it
the cows who gave us this milk
this
simple as a long piece of grass

-- Natalie Goldberg

Into this World

Let us die gracefully into this world
like a leaf pressed in stone
let us go quietly breathing our last breath
let the sun continue to revolve in its great golden dance
let us leave it be as it is
and not hold on
not even to the moon
tipped as it will be tonight
and beckoning wildly in the sea

-- Natalie Goldberg

Earth is Calling

The land has been calling me lately. Mother earth has entered my radar in a powerful way recently. I am very drawn to nature lately. I always have been, but it's calling me home. As May approaches with new light I ponder the parts of my soul that need to go outside to bask in sunshine. I am gathering the pieces of my soul this month and sifting through the dark to gather the old and give it back to the mother. This month is about receiving and allowing myself to receive. I am clearing space inside and out. I am feeling called to be outside. I am excited to learn, to grow, to make myself more myself.... I am feeling a lot of opportunity arriving at my doorstep and life is looking bright, brimful of possibilities. Today I picked the Goddess Cordelia. She says to me "go outside." My words exactly. I am preparing for the sunlight that is waiting to dissolve the skies tears that have saturated our souls this winter. We are emerging from a shell and shedding our old skin like a snake. And like the snake we are changing because gaia is calling us home and some of us are able to hear her. I'm on my way. Hold on ....

Goddess Cordelia:
Magickal Attributes = Blessings, Prayer, Beauty, Fairy, Wishes
Symbols = Flowers and Water
A British nature goddess, Cordelia is part of every spring and summer flower that blossoms. This is the beauty she brings to us. She only appears in May so if you need her aid get with it. May 26, is a special time to wish in a wishing well to draw attention of Cordelia and her companions, the fey, into your life. Take a small chair dress it up with thyme, straw primrose, oak leaves, ash leaves or any other kind of leaf. Place a plant on the chair and leave it in a window sill, to encourage fairy guests, who will bring all manner of spring folic to your home and garden.

DANA

Dana graceful Goddess
I have your glassy gleam
Your bright refelctions oh so wise
and hidden in the green.

The green like newborn sprigs in spring
On cloaks of royalty
But far from eyes of jealous fools
Cuz envy's all they see.

Now craddled by the mother
My rocky heart might soar
Just maybe this is it my friend
A chance to close hell's door.

WELCOME DIANA

Dear, Lady of wild the things,
Dear, Lady of the Moon,
Dear, Virgin huntress of the woods
of whom so many swoon...
I used to dress in armor
I fantasized no pain
I always raised my shield high
To guarentee my gain
I walked on knives that severed bonds
Their blades caused my unrest
A path I did not wish to take
Resembled hell at best.
I traveled far and traversed wide
I watched a life unfold
Now seeking my own wild Self
That's been so strangely cold.
Even through her silent stain
True beauty never faded
It hid behind her painted lips
In words She never stated.
Own my truth I tell myself
Speak poetry for days
On winds that whisper freedom
Diana come and change my ways.

Stubborn Faerie

This time around was a tough one. A long stubborn ugliness is leaving me today. Today another energetic shift leaves me somewhat fearful, but only because I am gaining the inner strength to step into my power and this is a scary thing for me to do.... This trip ended up being a good thing for me. It forced me sit alone and lost in the haunted places of my soul, cuz no one else was around. I am more clear now on many things and feel a sudden change of winds. I am ready to find my way out of the dark forest. There just might be something worth fighting for...

I am finally feeling more at peace and self-assured. Tomorrow I return home; ironically, my guiding goddess today is Vesta, Goddess of fire, home and hearth. (Also known by Hestia, the Greek version of Roman Vesta).

"It is her traits, not her actions, that most define her. The Greek Goddess Hestia is usually defined by description in which she is praised for these virtues: mild, gentle, forgiving, peaceful, serene, dignified, calm, secure, stable, welcoming, and, above all else, well-centered. The circle symbolized Hestia (and her counterpart, the Roman Goddess Vesta) as the "complete" goddess, the goddess who was whole, "one complete within herself". The Greek Goddess Hestia was seen as not only psychologically "centered", but also as representing the center, the center of the home and family, the city, and even the world itself."

I feel renewed, purified and ready to head back home to do what I need to do. Lots of growth these days. LOTS!

Window of Tears

My tears are heavan's window
My hands touch sacred earth
The fire all around me
sparks my soul's rebirth

Tide Goddess

She rages and roars inside me
Like a violent current
Foaming at the mouth
Where her foot is most comfortable
Carelessly fair
As noble as a joker

She waits...
She waits for me!
Evil eye following my shimmery pieces...
Plans sinking into waste
Swallowed by dust and mold
It will take a fire, a very large fire,
To propell this creation.
That already exists somewhere.
To bad only I can see it...
How much worse can it get?
Now really?

Pixie Tears

Lights out
No hope of dimness
Suffocation
Pain
It hurts to think, to move, to look in the mirror...
Where are you going?
Where have I gone?
I need a rest, a long rest and the dim hope of a break leaves me
In pure solace and overwhelm...

Pictures Speak Louder

Pictures are worth a thousand words. I am tired, but need to express my feelings. I invite you to look at these photos and imagine what the women in these photos might be feeling.... then maybe you will understand a little bit how I have been feeling too.

S.O.S. (Save Our Soul)

Fluff and folly!
Falling into fractions!
Frayed and fragile!
I am.
I am.
I am.

Arduously calling Kali.
Amidst the crumbling chaos.
Admitted crone.
Amongst the misguided creed.
Clear crystals collide...

And break into a million pieces,
that is me...

Lovely Goddess save me.

Clay Woman

I am a clay woman
sprung forth from earthen mud
molding to the moment...
I am puddied rock
smear my edges that form emerging beauty...
dig in those messy hands, but remember to
Wash the old and crusted clay
drying in your nail-beds
Clay woman...
Craving firey flames that make you breakable.
Fire that muttled color
and see a glossier version of yourself...
So you clay woman --
solid earth and ground,
a touch a fire,
a shiny finish,
reflecting contagious color that's stuck on you...
you are the essence of wholeness, duality and contradiction...
You are strong
you are more breakable than dried up rose petals,
but more solid than solidness itself...
and ready to whisper your knowingness to the next light breeze that finds you...
so others may hear your song
before the wind dissolves your beauty....

High-Priestess

the gentle mother

Danu is also known as Danann, the Irish Dana, the Greek Dione, the Welsh Donn, and Anu. She is also called Mother of Gods, Great Mother, and Moon Goddess. Her name means teacher and wisdom. She is an ancient role model and teaches through example.

Her powerful presence can aide you in achieving anything you desire, especially motherhood, fertility, healing of children, magick, and anything creative.

Danu is not only the Faery Queen, She is also goddess of Water, and Her name appears all across Europe:
Danube River, Denmark, & the Don River.

In the beginning, it is said that She watered the first Oak tree from the heavens, and granted life to the Earth. From that tree fell two acorns, which grew to be Dagda and Brighid.

A swan is symbolic of Her, representing purity of the female, and gracefulness of motherhood. The Hawthorne is Her tree, and She is especially honored at Beltane.

Danu is strongly related to both Morrigan and Bridget. I will report back on this later... very significant card today.

Lady of Turquoise and Her cat

HATHOR: A goddess of many things, from the celestial to the alcoholic! She was a celestial goddess, The Mistress of Heaven. A goddess of love, music and beauty, cheerfulness, and dance. She was known as the Mother of Mothers and the Celestial Nurse who presided over women, fertility, children and childbirth. Hathor is also a goddess of death and offers comfort to the newly dead as they pass into the after-world. One of the tales of Hathor was how she was originally a goddess of destruction (Hathor-Sekhmet), and how she came to be the goddess of happier things.....


Hail Bast! Bast is the Egyptian Goddess and protector of cats, women and children. She is Goddess of sunrise. Her goddess duty changed over the years, but, she is also known as a goddess of love, fertility, birth, music and dance.

Coming Home

A full moon in clear night skies, what a sight for sore eyes.
What peaceful restbit from the down pour of rain.
Fresh crisp air I breath tonight. I will sleep well no doubt.
The warm musty stench of damp pavement
No longer trapped under a hovering blanket of mist,
Similar to the early morning fog that hides the stars and muffles their brightness.
Those stars I so long to gaze upon.
And tonight I did.
Thousands of stars buring bright tonight,
As all my Goddesses came to me from the heavans,
To worhsip and honor with me the destructive fire that brought me months of rain.
A gift of rain that drained my stale energy and cleared my inner fog
So light could once again be seen shining like the stars.
Kali was the moon tonight and she shown brightly among the many Sun Goddesses.
A fullness of Her feminine presence felt in lunar symbology.
Tonight I settle into clearer vision, even through the arches of drooping, aching eyes...
That long for closing,
Rest,
And darkness.

So sleep well...
Float in my dreams through the night sky that spoke to me tonight.
I have missed it and welcome it's return.
I anticipate a home coming...

Sige the Silent One

Three draws in three days. Sige is silently screaming at me to embrace Her. So I am...

The silent void is where we all live despite our knowing it. We are all floating through emptiness and nothing although we'll deny it over and over, up and down, round and round.. until we die. This void is where I spend my days and nights recently. Oddly, it is beginning to feel more and more like home. So THIS is where I come from. THIS is where I begin and where I must return to recreate my existence. From this void sprang life and to this void I return often as things die and dissolve in front of me everyday. No point in resisting because resisting leaves me blind to the opportunities that grow out of the dead. Sige is here to teach me that it's not JUST death in this void despite it's appearances. The void turns us into God and Goddesses. The void empowers. It may feel empty because it is, but emptiness and space can be filled. That is the beauty of nothing... tangible matter does not give us this wild opportunity. You must beleive you CAN create before you'll ever be able to. Most of us just swim around the void wishing we had the power to control our own life. We hate ourselves too much to claim our equality with the God's. There's nothing selfish in loving yourself and knowing your power. All it takes is a little faith in yourself -- believe that you are a miracle because you ARE. So be that and do it... wake up and be the Goddess that you are. We are here to create! How will you make your existence? I have done well accepting death and living with it... in it, etc. But this place of silence and nothingness is also where creation begins. Now I can begin to create my life. My slate is wiped clean and I am reborn anew and pure. Where will I go, what will I create, who will I touch, who will I become and how will the story end? To quote a favorite movie of mine... "I don't know... it's a mystery." And really that is the best part. I'm ready to watch this ride unfold... and I have no doubt that the plot will be as gripping and great as the ancient epics.

Sige is the Gnostic representation of the great silence from which life sprang forth. For me, Sige represents the feminine aspects of our existence the intuitive knowledge, the seeking within, the inner life forces that are such a great part of our spirituality. Without seeking within, we would not know enlightenment. She is within each of us, She is the great silence that speaks so loudly to us. She is the silence from which our power comes. She is the silence from which our inspiration is born. She is.

PELE

The Hawaiian (Polynesian) goddess of the fire in the volcano, the mother of eruptions. She is a ravishing, whimsical goddess who resides in the volcano Kilauea on Hawaii. Daughter of the goddess Haumea. She is the personification of the (female) power of destruction and her jealous rages were believed to cause Kilauea's eruptions. Pele also controls lightning....Pele appears in many forms, such as a young child, a beautiful young girl or an old crone. She usually wears black....

Queen Mab Hath Been With Me

Oh, I see Queen Mab hath been with Me.
Maeve,
Mab,
Queen of the fae...
I honor your wisdom.
You entice me today.

Mab,
You made your presence clear.
I am scencing your departure.
But you are never gone,
Now you are a piece of me,
As everyday I become more and more
Like The Great Goddess Herself.



I work with Goddesses in threes.
Aine, Ishtar, Maeve (Mab)...
What a team this week -- lots of trusting and shifting.
Morrigan, Brigit, Kali -- what a team the week before,
lots of pain and destruction, paving the way for newness,
That road in on an ancient familar wave from lovely Yemaya
And opened the doors of opportunity.



The last few weeks have been filled with so much internal movement!
The Goddesses are helping me emensely...

Now, I am grateful for your presence Mab,
I am grateful for our communications,
I am so glad I just pulled the three of you --
(Anie, Ishtar and Maeve) out of my Goddess deck... back to back...
And only one of you I had yet to honor in my musings, you, Maeve.
But I spent all night learning who you are.
And you spent the day getting me to notice you.
Your card entered my field of awareness at least five times just today.
And you have appeared to me numerous times this last week as well.
I appreciate the persistence; it is truly a miracle.



Your magic, like Rihanon's and Brigit's is a piece of me now.
Farwell until I call upon you again.
I understand endings as do you, mother of cycles and rhythm... So goodnight.
I know it is the start of something new...
I feel it's birthing today, as I have been pregnant with life...
It's time I say good morning to Vesta, Sige and Bast...
The next triple Goddess wave in the tides of my life that you have overseen.
But before the day light can come I embrace the night,
And drift off into the darkness of dreaming that no longer scares me,
To meet you one last time...

BOLD ISHTAR

They
rolling through in twenties, plenty...
bursting flourishing at my core
triple Goddesses sometimes more
around me dancing the royal and lowly
envelpoing lust, exoctic and holy
Talking to Heavan; I'm one in the same
While Hell brings forth fire -- insatiable flame!



She
Ishtar, the Babylonian harlet
my moring fire,
my honey-colored sun
light with me a hundred golden torches
ride the sacred lioness
with confidence that scorches
A snake-bird goddess
who embodies war and storm
Whose feminie duality
can carve such flawless form
Wisdom from your temple
flooding through my open gates
I sense that hidden power rise
that ultimately creates.
Come forth sweet chariot
in darkness and confusion
your potent poisen, bitter-sweet
no longer an illusion.

KALI MA

She finally shows up...


Kali must enter my throat chakra....


Waking Up...

Magic Forest

Strong like wood
Her roots reach down
the earth supports Her
round and round
In patient presence...
....not a sound...
Dark Morrigan placed me
on the ground.
And now bright dawning,
Golden Crown,
Sweet Goddess find me...
I am found.

Painting with Lights and Darks

the black Morrigan and her triple Goddess nature
Danu by her side,
the warriors at work with death
send forth another wave
upon which rides exotic feminine energy --
Yemaya, a warm light from ancient golden castles deep
she washes clean the red of fresh blood just shed
from Kali's necklace of slane heads
strung from last weeks battle
Now opened dark Kali's third eye
Forcing me to view the kind of destruction that levels our understanding of pain
pain at it's new untolerable level -- which something must be done about,
and so we thank the seducing raven spirit.
We watch the wave swallow Her distain in the sunset
with the faithful promise of tomorrow's new rising sun.

I thank the Great Queen Morrigan,
thank you Great Mother Yemaya who brought me golden locks of opportuniy
for which I have discovered the key...
And so today I am introduced to a lovely white Farey
a Goddess of the Fae who road in on the lunar pulse
Whom I know little of... but whom I know has much to teach me.
Welcome welcome Aine,
Help me take my leap of faith.