We Are Not Forsaken

Great mother writhes and moans on her sickbed,Hoping her discomfiture will jog us awake.Wildlife waits in the wings,Wondering if we will answer the call.The wind gives the trees their voice,“Remember yourselves, remember yourselves…”The buzzard screeches down from above,“It’s not too late, humans!”The world holds its breath, watching our every move. Then… We lift our heads,

The Power of a Woman

Yesterday was the full moon, and felt very powerful indeed to me. I am increasingly in synch with the lunar cycle and have started offerings women’s gatherings with each new and full moon, along with a gorgeously wise soul-sister. It feels like very important, meaningful work at this time to hold space to bring the