Rose: Medicine for the heart
ππ€πππ‘ πππ‘π©ππ π ππ π. ππππππππ πππ ππ¦ π©ππππ‘. These are the words of a song that came through on my birthday a couple…
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Why I need a women’s circle
For years I ran womenβs events and circles without a solid circle of sisters of my own. Sure – I had plenty…
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Confessions of a temple keeper
“Temple keeper” is never something I would’ve imagined as part of my job description. And yet, it is at the heart of…
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Meeting Mary Magdalene
She was wrapped in red silk, and greeted me by draping her silk over my skin and inviting me, without words, to…
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The truth about the Divine Mother
I recently saw the Divine Mother being described as a βconceptβ. My whole body shuddered reading this. As someone who lives in…
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Reclaiming the word “witch”
Itβs Friday the 13th and I canβt think of a better day to celebrate the wild and wise women who walk (read,…
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The fertile darkness
We can easily appreciate the beauty of a rose, but can we appreciate the depths of her root system? The time she…
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I am She
I am the placeWhere purity meets passionWhere the mystery meets the mundaneWhere earth and heaven consummate Their irresistible love for each other…
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Never the same again
Before the floods, I knew the contours of this land like a devoted lover, every curve of the creek bed was imprinted…
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Don’t call me a girl
Please donβt call me βgirl’,Or classify me as βone of the girls.β Iβm not a girl- Iβm a woman And my womanhood…
