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I have been thinking about this question of cactus flowers. It is one, indeed, that was considered in a famous Tell…
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Thank you so much for publishing the article Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, An Allegory of God the Daughter.
I look forward with great hope and joy to viewing a copy of this wondrous story.
Reverend Mother Georgia B. Co…
Image Bibbi Friman Beannacht (“Blessing”) On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colours, indigo, red, green, and azure blue come [Read More...]
This video touches me so deeply
I see how easily I fall into being part of the program instead of the awakening
I forgive myself
And I recommit to be a instrument of awakening and peace.
Sistahs,I have been working up a sweat lately…I think it is because the planets are truly aligned and now is the time to get things done! Being a single parent, I know what it is like to be tired and have a lot to do AND there is that part of you tha…
Then, at the very center, in the innermost temple itself, all the layers of your devotion are flooded with reward all at once. You discover the very essence of the feminine, and in a strange way that is not exactly romantic, but profoundly sacred all the same, you realize that you could have got here [Read More...]
She whose barley hair was cutand changed for living golddid bid me fare out from her hutinto the mighty cold.My father took me down to treasurehis father passed to him,and with my brother, we did measureout the boons to meet the dinOf endless Winter, t…
Tossed within the waves, for you I wept,the cold sea gave no consolation.Grasping at what love from you I kept,the hardened deformed shape of my bastard nationSwept over and changed that gracious formwhose beauties once you kisses-praised.A flotsam to …
Have I this day to you my love confessed,making clear this mirror in which your heartdoth shine as the moon within the sun be dressed,and the days refresh, despite my long depart?Have I this night in blackest coal of murkshown how your charms shine for…
Some say Love is dead, but it is we who are dead to Love, who ought be served ; and we, the rebels, thirst in drought for it, and what for nought. Say never She forsook us, when we have shunned her from our homes and hearts. Many upon a season, She, ri…
Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind: An allegory of God the Daughter
She is the mother to us all, the original Earthy Mama! Found near the Austrian town of Willendorf in 1908, she is over 20,000 years old and doesn’t look a day over 15,000! Who or what was she? The consensus among anthropologists is that she is a cult figure, probably representing fertility. She, or at [...]
The lovely is a land,a kingdom calling out, wooingour wonder to gather in wavesof bliss and belonging that lullthe tristened heart to heal.There is a realm entire of thorns :Nor fruit nor flower blushes bloodBut prick and pain and desolation.Then numb,…
Praise the miracle of this body.
Another blast-our-hearts-open slam poetry goddess, Marty McCollen, is giving us the warning;
Speak, march, dream: Do not let this universe regret you
What is the genealogy of the heterogeneous? How are we related to even that which is different? How does marriage, through love, unite that which was divided? In frithweaving, heritages are united that had been apart. The children’s blood is the mixed …
I just read a wonderful story by spiritual activist Andrew Harvey about a faded movie actress who reclaims her will to live when she one day meets a homeless dog. In serving and taking care of this and other homeless animals she finds meaning. “Her life did not change because she had a vision or [Read More...]
Sistahs, after a long spell of pure work and rebuilding of my home environment I have set aside time again to read and research. I found this increasingly important as Wombyn Studies further develops itself. I have a long list of books to read that lin…
Hey, you are in for a treat sister. To me listening to gifted poets like Sara Kay is pure darshan far beyond most of the staring-talking-very- slowly-namaste-I am-beyond-everything (but-i-have-a-huge-monster-under-my-bed)-kind-of-spiritual-gurus. Poetry offered in this way (here as so-called Slam Poetry) does not just TALK about love, or just TALK about spirit, it transports me right into [Read More...]
Gifts of sorrow you have been given, gifts against your will, so that your soul might long to sing. A lament is a method, a way of holding close feelings that wombed may blossom into depths of poignancy and life. Regrets nurtured are the seeds of praye…
As a poet I feel we have no business but to pray. But prayer is wild, and never contained by any religion. Prayer is necessary, because of hope, despair, loss, love, longing. One might pray to anything, or anyone, or nothing at all. Prayers are poems s…
I was a youth, and off the path I stepped, off, and onto mine. I chose this way, this way half-human, half after elvish traces in the woods.I saw the light writing arabic-shimmer on the surface of the waters, and saw the path of beauty, and said, Yes. …
Is there life after death, an immortal soul? Are we even the same being from one hour to another? What does the world’s first religion, the Faith of Our Mother God, teach?
Blue for girls, pink for boys? A popular legend states that pink for girls and blue for boys was once reversed. Only a few decades ago it was pink for boys and blue for girls. But is this really true?
image Bibbi Friman guest blog by Dorothy Atalla My book, Conversations with the Goddess: Encounter at Petra, Place of Power began on a January day in 1981 in the depths of mid-western winter when I lay down on my living room carpet to relax with music. Inexplicably, a vision of a radiant and beneficent female [Read More...]
Danielle LaPorte made my day today. She writes my heart open. Below is the article from her blog whitehottruth.com SPREADING THE RA-RA, Chameli right now: There are Tibetan Buddhist monks in a temple in the Himalayas endlessly reciting mantras for the cessation of your suffering and for the flourishing of your happiness. Someone you haven’t [Read More...]
I made love to the sea through thee ;I made love to the sea.In coming and going,I set my heart upon the wavesand words cast out to please theewhose nets did draw the water’s welcomebefore I came to tease thee.I made love to the sea through thee ;I made…
The moon mocks me, bids me tenddown through labyrinthine cavernsthere to seek the world’s deep endand drink the draughts of Mimir’s tavern.Yet in my mind I know I’ll neverof that Well of Wisdom drinkfor only souls more worthy everallowed are over that …
I am back home, after a looong tour. More than any trips before this one was a radical deepening of my own feminine embodiment practice, and stronger than ever before I feel a longing to move even deeper in the practice together with women who also long for this (I am having a vision of [...]
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