In the Wilderness. {poetry}
I felt like a hooded child
in the wilderness
who’d thought she could entreat wolves
I have never forgotten this
little as it was:
the shame...
Browsing Tag:
wolves
This Is What the Primal Feminine Smells Like: It’s Not All Roses and Vanilla.
The Primal Feminine is not pure, and you know it. Let’s show them it looks like thick-skinned substance and defiant eyes more than pastel wings and glitter.
My Take on the Story of the Two Wolves.
There is no good or evil, there is just our nature. Both wolves are you, and they are only battling out of misunderstanding.
Love Me Like Lilith Loves the Wild, Like the Witch Loves the Moon.
Love me like Lilith loves the wild, like the outcast loves rebellion, and like the beasts love their freedom. Strap me to your back and take me home.
Temptation of the Priestess: Lusting for the Most Holy Devil.
Here, in the realm of fallen angels, I am accepted into your warm arms as a freak and heathen, and you are permitted entry into the temple of my body as the Holy Shadow.
The Wild Rising: A Seven-Sealed Humanifesto for the Apocalypse.
I don’t know who started the chant, but soon there were millions of voices crying out into the night, "We are taking back our children, and we are rising! We are rising! We are rising!" The clouds started parting, and when we saw the moon, we knew we were fulfilling a sort of planetary destiny.
Secret Recipes of Wicked Women: Wild Matrilineal Wisdom for the Mabon Bride.
And this, my love, this is the hearty bread of fem-fire; it has been baked in the blazes of our funeral pyres, smoked in the houses they burned, and seasoned with the ashes of the holy healers burned at the stake. This is the taste of righteous rage. Don’t eat this before bed, or you will not ...
Reaping the Seven Selves: A Wild Woman’s Harvest Moon Parable.
A strong September wind tosses her untamed hair, and she knows it is time. This is the night of her soul-reaping, and she will be covered in the Witch’s war paint of dirt, sweat, ash, and blood before it is all over.
The Three Wild Ghosts of Autumn: A Harvest Carol for September’s Soul Retrieval.
Tonight, you will be visited by three spirits, my lost creature, my kin. Together, these wild ghosts will bring you home.