(Prose Part 1) Persephone Rises by Sara Wright
While researching Minoan Crete, I learned that each autumn young girls once gathered blue violet saffron crocus to leave as an offering for the Wild Crocus Goddess as they prepared Read More …
While researching Minoan Crete, I learned that each autumn young girls once gathered blue violet saffron crocus to leave as an offering for the Wild Crocus Goddess as they prepared Read More …
the supreme wisdom bringer the unsurpassed fount of wisdom bliss portal ocean of compassion resides within
Mothering and healing spiral: I had robust health into my late-30s. My health carried me on many travels, including to San Francisco for graduate studies, and into my work of Read More …
Women’s spirituality spiral: Further reading and experience led me to pursue a Master of Arts degree in Women’s Spirituality in San Francisco, California. At the time, these unorthodox women- and Read More …
I love this question: “How Goddess Feminism, Activism, and Spirituality?” These are continuing threads woven throughout my daily life. I weave these threads through midwifery, the arts, scholarship, and writing, Read More …
Darkness fills the cave until they bring firelight so as to charm the sacred place. Women and teens climb a steep hill. It’s so cold one of them stamps her Read More …
The night was totally still empty of any artificial light or sound as it rarely is in industrial countries, and although you complained of these troublesome blackouts the poor electrical Read More …
Photo Credits: ©April AronoffAs I feel the wheel of life turning ever so strongly in my life, it is the call to death, to passing, to the ending of something Read More …
Call In the Guardians (For this ritual I always pick a crocus or two or if none are up I buy a hyacinth or some kind of flower to honor Read More …
When attempting to answer the query about how I live engage and express goddess feminism activism and spirituality I think about creating and celebrating rituals either alone or in the Read More …
I remember as a child going out into the pasture one warm summer evening after dinner, and climbing up on a gate, gazing into the pink and gold streaked western Read More …
The energy of Kundalini can feel subtle, almost undetectable, or it can plough through you like a raging beast, licking and biting, leaving no corner untouched. The latter is how Read More …
A river runs through me through me through me a river runs through me to the sea the sea’s inside inside inside me touching everything I see the sea Read More …