(Prose) Letter to Cypress: We have Forgotten our Roots by Janie Rezner

The Moors, 1990. Jean Claude Photographercroped.

[Author’s Note: Cypress was an older divorced woman, about my age, in her late  60’s, living in Bolinas, California, a  wonderful village, filled with  creative/hippy like  folks.  The way into Bolinas was to follow the sign, BOLINAS, on a cutoff from Highway one.  The townsfolk, preferring their own company, took the sign down regularly.  I was living in Berkeley at the time and often spent the night with Cypress in her sturdy redwood home–already deep in my journey.  This letter came from my heart to hers. March, 1997, Mendocino]

Dear Cypress,

I’ve been thinking about you and wanted to drop you a little note. Thank you so much for your gracious hospitality, once again. Good to connect with you . . . and get more of a sense of who you are. Takes time for people to get acquainted, don’t you agree? Continue reading

(Poem) Open Hearts by Janie Rezner

“We are a Circle of Healers,” by Janie Rezner

“We are a Circle of Healers,” by Janie Rezner

music pours from  open  hearts,  beauty surrounds our open wounds

bathing us all in the warmest of waters

in a balm of love,

bathing us that we might become a circle of healers

a circle of healers with bells, ringing the good news in!

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(Audio 1) Interview with Genevieve Vaughan by Janie Rezner

Janie Rezner and Genevieve Vaughan talking about restoring “mothering” to its rightful place in the constitution of the human.

Janie Rezner

Janie Rezner

“Genevieve Vaughan has been working on the theory of a maternal gift economy as an alternative to Patriarchal capitalism for many years. Two basic economic paradigms coexist in the world today. One visible, the other invisible: one highly valued, the other undervalued. One is connected with men; the other with women. What we need to do is validate the one connected with women, causing a basic shift in the values by which we direct our lives and policies. Continue reading

(Poem) In the beginning by Janie Rezner

Holy One_Janie Rezner_In The Beginning_ImageIn the beginning was the LIGHT

the light shone forth in all directions

creatures great and small, basking in the light

resting upon the earth like babes nestled against their mother’s  breast

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(Essay) The Religious Life of Children by Janie Rezner

"She Walks Upon the Earth" © Janie Rezner

“She Walks Upon the Earth” © Janie Rezner

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 sky, wondering where God was.  “Are you there?”  I spent quite a while on that gate, gazing upward.  I know my son, as a child, held similar conversations, as he gazed into the night sky from his bed.

All children, if allowed to be, are deeply religious before they’ve been dulled out.  It comes with the territory for after all, they are only recently on this side. My then 12-year-old grandson in Davenport, Iowa, called some years ago to tell me that something was coming in the mail for me.  He said, much to my surprise, that he had been listening to my CD, Oquawka Speaks the Words and Music of Mother God, and that his favorite song was “Letter to Ed”.

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(Art) Renaissance Woman by Janie Rezner

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Painting: The Renaissance Woman  – The figure, 6 ft tall and wide

“With her feet planted firmly on the ground, her breasts and womb for all to see, her womb with its new creation, her right hand holding the moon and stars, her left arm, strong and earthy, her ‘motherly side,’ cutting through the chaos as she rises up out of Hell!”

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(Video) ‘A Journey to the Heart of Things’ by Janie Rezner

A Journey to the Heart of Things 

(Click above to view the video.)

Janie Rezner

The video is my 20 minute performance at the Matriarchal Studies Conference held at San Francisco’s Fishermans Wharf on May 10, 2012.  I am singing, accompanying myself on synthesizer, and also playing my ocarina. Continue reading