What the Crone Can Teach Us About Sex and the Deep Feminine. {poetry}
That’s how your sex is meant to be. Wild. Ugly. Innocent. Real. Erupting from the deep. Love you can taste from the inside out. It is inside you, woman.
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The Chicken-Witch of the Grove. {excerpt}
She left the warmth of her farmhouse bed, called into the night by the silvery beams of that milk-white sliver in the sky, passing by her chicken coops.
Burning Through Menopause: Metamorphosis at a Cellular Level.
I even said ridiculous things like 'I'm out of the menopause' and 'Well, it wasn't too bad'... "Yay, it's over," I thought to myself.
The Crone and the Resting Maiden.
Some animals fatten up before hibernation, but the crone keeps the maiden well-fed in the darkness so that she has more energy to roam free in the light.
Defiance of the Tattooed Crone: a Witch’s Justification for a Life Well-Lived.
I suppose this sinful Witch will have much to answer for, but if I am to be tossed down to the devil’s house, I would like to get on with it.
Blessed Be the (R)Evolution of Your Truth: A Love Letter to the Priestess of Soul.
No more do we need tiresome, diluted, one-size-fits-all, static verses. Tell me of your joy right now, in this moment. Tell me of your agony, your challenges, and your deep-seated pain. Tell me, woman, tell me now how we can hold each other up today -- not tomorrow, but today.
My Witch Is Wise to the Myth of Forever Joy.
I’ll admit that as a little girl, I often sought my reflection in fairy tales. I hoped for a happily ever after. I craved a princess persona that would satisfy the comfort of others and provide a safe place to live within the kingdom of consensus reality. Safety is appealing to a child in a ...
Which Whimsical Seuss-like Heart Do You Pick from Your Wardrobe?
I like to imagine I have a big wardrobe full of hearts. Some days I can choose one, almost whimsically, like a brightly colored scarf. Some days it is more complicated. I pretend these hearts are hung in a neat little row on pretty hangers, and tucked into drawers with sweetly scented sachets. ...
Burning the Five Lies: The Great Unlearning of the Wild Woman.
Since you were a young girl, you were told that divinity was to be equated only with masculinity. Faced with the few and insufficient options of rigidly paved religious paths which offered you a male god along with quite a bit of shame and guilt, you proclaimed yourself an atheist; in doing so, ...
Rebellion of the Wild Bitch in Wonderland: A Faery Tale.
The Wild Bitch shrugged; it mattered not the things they would say, for they would never see her now. On her way to town, she planned her acts of rebellion. First, she would dance bare-breasted in the fountain, then she would go to church and sing sacrilegious hymns about sex and she-gods. For ...