(Poem) Sunset Grocery Temple of Isis by Robin Scofield
Enchantments of Isis, the green parrots light on the bougainvillea and the scarecrow with a straw hat. I want you to be the first to know how many lovesongs of Read More …
Enchantments of Isis, the green parrots light on the bougainvillea and the scarecrow with a straw hat. I want you to be the first to know how many lovesongs of Read More …
Priestess: This face of the Goddess is the eternal face of sybil, wise-woman, seer. She moves between worlds, where night and day, birth and death, joy and sorrow meet Read More …
The Mother within reweaves the Fabric – the torn Fabric torn in the weak spots. She sets to work with all Her love and consciousness picking up Read More …
By the last fading light of the longest day of the thirty-fifth year of my life, I sit, bathing in the cool, mild air, watching the crescent moon and Venus Read More …
The role of the mother is very evident as a pregnant Gaia. In Gaia there is a twofold symbolism, the power of the creator of worlds, but also that of Read More …
There are places within where the treasure is buried, the key deep within the earth of our being. Beneath the facades and the defenses and the layers of pretense. There Read More …
Most modern Witchcraft and Paganism draws significantly on ancient Egyptian religion, which is only natural since ancient Egypt has had such a profound influence on European culture. Although the general Read More …
How did I come to create the artwork?
I was born into a tribe that for several hundred years burnt, tortured and drowned its wise women, its healers, its medicine women. We lost our old ways, our love Read More …
Whatever I said that was bitter and burning was not bitter or burning enough to describe what we have been put through— Earth, our Mother, and her children. No Read More …
“Not till the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly shall God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why the dark threads are as needful in the Read More …
She sits half listening to the sing song of Spanish words that flit so easily from birds who never left their nest. Happily caged. Her mind conspires against itself, her Read More …
Memorial Day for me is commemorating our ancient mothers. These artifacts standing together remind me of the empowerment and great balancing of life with female solidarity lost to us today. This Read More …