The Kindness of Winter’s Cailleach by Carolyn Lee Boyd
The most ancient Cailleach was the Goddess of winter throughout the Celtic lands. Usually envisioned as an old woman, She is a Creatrix, making mountains by dropping stones from Her Read More …
The most ancient Cailleach was the Goddess of winter throughout the Celtic lands. Usually envisioned as an old woman, She is a Creatrix, making mountains by dropping stones from Her Read More …
Should it be a spectacular ring of supernovas all exploding in massive, colorful and festive fireworks close enough for all on Earth to see? A black hole a million times Read More …
[Author’s Note: This story is a tribute to those all over the world who are courageously reclaiming women’s roles of spiritual power.] The seer was both coming home and making Read More …
Our world is at a turning point between catastrophe and the opportunity for peace, equality, and environmental sustainability. Perhaps creating new stories that speak to the challenges of our time Read More …
Like deeply planted oaks, the women once dwelled together in peace, Their feet covered with nourishing soil and arms outstretched, Branches of flesh to connect with the living air. Like Read More …
During the Witch Hunts, some of the accused were traditional healers continuing family traditions going back generations. I have often thought about these women, wondering why they continued to care Read More …
[This fictional story is for all those women who have risked their lives and well being to take on the spiritual stewardship of their communities and the planet over the Read More …
[This fictional story is for all those women who have risked their lives and well being to take on the spiritual stewardship of their communities and the planet over the Read More …
While the Spirit despaired at the state of the world, Goddess whispered to the Spirit, “look again.” The Spirit now looked into the homes and hearts of women, whom she Read More …
Lucia poured water into the tea kettle and set it on the stove. She then measured two scoops of tea leaves into her grandmother’s century-old teapot, too distraught to notice Read More …
When the shell of life cracks Crushing speech and song into rattles and gasps Infusing cold shock into your bones In time, your wounds close and elude Until, one day, Read More …
Ever the eye in the center of the universe The lily in the pond opens, one of millions of Ordinary blooms in thousands of wild places. I hold it in Read More …
In times past, Creation’s Winter cupped me in her icy hand of sanctuary Gathered in, I sucked dormant life, and slumbered Till Earth’s rebirthing groans awakened my new body Now, Read More …