Category Archives: Reflections

Enter the goddess

The Queen of my Heart – Lucy Pearce

The goddess has entered my life.

After years of reading about her and rejecting “her” as a false replacement for the already rejected male god of my childhood. She was represented in paintings of maidens with flowing hair, in lumpen statues hewn out of rock. I saw them and I did not connect. All I saw was women hungering to see the divine made in their own image. Women yearning for a world filled with light and love and fairy dust. Women trying to boost their self confidence by calling themselves goddesses or deluded women who needed attention and love from somewhere…

And I’m sure that all these facets are out there. But I also know that she is a very real, felt sense of the inner divine: the sensual female snake-like life force. She is found in all of nature, in beauty and love and sensuality wherever they reside. She is sensuality, fluidity, sisterhood, spiralling, circling, juiciness, creativity, roundedness, empowered surrender, adornment, dancing, sexuality, opening…

It seems like, whether by coincidence or design, the routes to the goddess have been scorned, erased, made taboo, illegal or unreachable, by religions and cultures alike. Sensuality, women spending time together, adornment, erotic pleasure, natural birth, the creative arts – all these and many more ways to the goddess have been dammed, blocked, amputated from our culture and our individual lives.We have been taught not to trust our bodies, or other women. We have learnt to be scared of our sexuality, to shy away from sensuality. To limit our creativity.

Yet we have within ourselves the apparatus for experiencing the divine. For co creating with her. We can dance with the goddess, make love embodying her. Breathe her in, feel her sensuality pumping through our veins, to feel her in colors, taste her in visions. Tingle with the experience of knowing that she imbues everything.

None of this seems profound to read back. I have read it many places before. I have known it in my head. But to experience the goddess in everything, to feel the shakti rise in an electrifying full body sensual “awakening” is to KNOW.

It seems so obvious now. As all life transforming realisations are. I share it because I know there are some of you who already have the goddess in your life. Who say, hurray, you’ve “got it”! And there are many others who were me who say goddess mumbo jumbo.

To you I say, I hope, one day, some way, you will find her in yourself.

The Power to Shock!

There is an undeniable power in our menstrual blood.The power to shock.

Perhaps it is truly the last taboo in a seemingly unshockable world.

It is expected that we keep it hidden – we do not talk about it, we do not show it. It is therefore invisible, often even to our intimate partners.

But even those of us who feel pretty liberated, who speak openly of it, can find ourselves shocked…

I have just discovered this website – where artists from around the world make art with, or about, menstrual blood. How does it make YOU feel?

Image credit:”My First Menstruation,” 1999, Ana Elana Pena, Spain.

It is only blood!

If you cut your finger, chances are you would put it straight in your mouth. No fear, no hang ups, no disgust.

But menstrual blood…

Are YOU unshockable?

Speaking for birth

“How can I speak for birth?”

That was my question, back when I first felt called to do birth work. To advocate for birth. Natural birth. Birth as she has always been for millions of years. Generation after generation. Nothing weird or hippy. Nothing worthy. Just the miracle of biology which is birth. Donkeys, goats, dolphins and cats do it: nothing weird there. That’s all I wish for women, is to experience the magic of life, the wonder of birth. But we have been told that birth is dangerous, uncertain, not to be trusted. And that birthing like animals is beneath us. We need to be saved from that.

But the opposite is true. Natural birth gave me back to myself. It was a revelation to me. And it has become a large part of my life’s work. I truly want to help more women share this most fundamental and natural of experiences, because in our medicalised birthing world this is not an inevitability, but a rarity. Continue reading

Embracing the moonlight in my hair

The first thing you would notice about me, after the colourful skirts on my ample hips, the necklace resting on the blossoming bust, and my bright tights, is my hair, which is rapidly turning silver.

I got my first grey hair aged 12, and now, aged 32 I am nearly at the tipping point – the grey is winning the battle!

Me two years ago

I am young to be going grey I know. But I have always been older than my years. My mother always said that when I was born she looked into my eyes and saw an old soul. Many people have said I am wise beyond my years. And now my hair proclaims that fact.

But I notice, that even amongst women 10, 20, 30 years older, I stand out for being my natural colour. For embracing the moonlight in my hair, rather than covering it up with a bottle. And it makes me feel unsure – do people think I am old, or ugly, or embarrassing? Or do they think this about themselves? What is so wrong about women getting older and fleshier and more fully themselves, echoing physically what is happening spiritually? It seems perfectly acceptable for men in our culture… so why not us?

What every woman does to feel good about herself and her body is her choice. But in this culture of ours it often is not a free choice, but one made out of shame, embarrassment and conformity. I remember reading a feature in The Guardian not that long ago on older women in the media – aged between 50 and 75  – and not not of them had a grey hair on their heads.

What I know is that for me, every silver hair is a strand of wisdom, a lesson learned, an experience gained, a shock survived. Each one is a precious part of who I am, so I am not about to cover them up.

Just as I am not going to diet away my voluptuous curves. I am a woman embodied in time and memory. This is my body – each curve, each stretchmark tells a story of love and loss, hard work and heart break, and joy in abundance. Why would I choose to smooth it away and pretend I was still a teenager.

I was a teenager once. And I hated it. Hated my body – which was “perfect”. Where now I know who I am and find great satisfaction in it. Most of the time!

However, I reserve the right, at some point in the future to dye my hair a rainbow – not to cover up, but to shine and embrace my Creative Rainbow Mama in all her glorious colours!

Connecting to yourself

How are you feeling?

Right now, dear one. How is your inner world?

Take a moment to check in with yourself…

How is your breathing? Is it low in your belly or high in your chest?

Wriggle your toes and really root your feet into the earth. Pull your spine up, relax your shoulders and breath into your belly. Feel your power centre – how is it? Are you fully charged – or running on empty?

Where are you in your cycle, dear one? Do you know?

Do you want to feel more connected to yourself, to your body? To feel less at sea? But you don’t know how…

Are you struggling with mood swings, with cramps and headaches, with bloating and sore breasts? Are you tearful or angry for no reason?

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Woman-Song at Full Moon: Power

I feel the woman power rising. Can you?

Women putting on their glory clothes. Painting their faces, adorning their bodies in gleeful anticipation. The time is now, they feel it, they smell it, they sense it… the time they have been waiting for.

Hands join around the sacred fire. Faces flushed in the flickering light. The ceremonial drums form a communal heartbeat.

Women are finding their voices. Can you hear them being raised – from a barely audible hum to a beautiful song. A song of love, loss and beauty, a song that our mothers and grandmothers, and their mothers mothers sang so quietly in their hearts just to survive. #Now we can share it. Now we are able to sing it aloud.

Songs of creativity, of joy, of freedom, of love. Songs of possibility.

As we begin to embrace our bodies, embodying the feminine, we begin to dance, swaying our hips, circling our hands.

Full moon is rising. She speaks of power. Feminine power. Will you sing with her of your dreams, your visions?

Join with thousands of women around the world at Wilde Tribe for a beautiful women’s ceremony tonight 

For a wonderful link a detailed article on the meaning behind this month’s full moon, see the April forecast at The Power Path.com

 This month you will get to look at all things related to power. All of your old patterns, belief systems, reactions, experiences, trust or mistrust, resistance, desire, access; all of it is up for observation, recapitulation, clearing, re-defining, clarifying and re-negotiating. This is the opportunity to free yourself from your old beliefs about power and the old paradigm in which those beliefs live. You will be able to look at your self-imposed limitations, hopefully clear them, and make some bids for power this month that will move you into your next level of expansion and evolution.

Everything this month will be powerful. From events to reactions and personal experiences, everything is potentiated with a greater energy and vitality. For many of you this will come as an exciting and welcome opportunity for moving ahead with your dreams and goals. For some of you this may be a difficult time of resistance and feeling overwhelmed, especially if you are not used to handling large amounts of energy. 


 

A Yearning for Woman-space

I find myself yearning at this my moon time, for woman-space, for the rhythm of women, the flow. For rhythm. I find myself drawn to spirals and circles and bright colours.

I dream of a red tent, a yurt – a circle space of ornate decoration and luxuriant fabrics.Touching the earth, out in the night air. The owls hooting beyond. It is a primitive experience, a tribal memory that I have never had – one which modern day campsites or large festivals awaken but cannot fulfill.

A space where the women can gather. And sing together. And dance – silk scarves flowing in the air. Beating the drums, shaking the rattles as we shimmy our hips.

Lying on soft cushions, drinking tea. Laughing, crying. Colouring mandalas. Reading aloud to each other passages that inspire us. A fire flickering. A voice begins to sing. A sad song, of lost love and yearning. A poem is spoken and

breaths are held.

Candle light, fairy lights, tea lights – soft, gentle, magical. Showing the softness of each face, each body. Their beauty and sensitivity.
Painting bellies, hands and feet with flowing henna designs.

Here we can howl like wolves, dance naked in the moonlight.

And be, just be. Connected, beautiful, complete.

 

Becoming a woman

I remember the first time someone called me a woman.

It was my first boyfriend. I was 16.

He was being polite. But I knew I wasn’t.

Sure I had the woman’s body, but I was a girl inside.

I had my first child at 25. I still felt a girl inside. Though the act of birth put me in touch with my woman power in the moment.

Two more babies. Two more touchings of the woman power. But still I felt a girl. At 29 and mama to three. I would think that the neighbours must think I was their older sister 😉

It is only in the past few months I have felt a woman, become a woman, stretched into my woman-skin, inhabited my woman self.

How did it happen? Why did it happen?

I realised that it had happened, in retrospect. I felt like I filled my body fully – my large breasts and swaying hips. I fit my skirts and mama heart. I fit my moods. And I had learned to stake my claim on my own life.

To say: this is what I need. And I DO need it. And it is important. With clarity, with love, with courage, I took my own power in my own two hands and claimed it. I cut the ties I needed to cut, which for years I had trembled to touch, in fear that the world would come tumbling down. I stretched the limits of my reality and possibility. I I marked out the plot on this earth that is mine, and claimed it for my soul. Then flew my flag from the turret to signal to the other women out there that I am here, in the mother-land.

Greetings dear sisters.

When did you become a woman? How did you know you were? What did it take?

I Sit Listening to the Wind

Have you ever had the experience of reading a book at “the wrong time”. You put it aside, untouched by its message. Then a few years later, by chance, you pick it up again and it literally sings off the pages to your soul.

This just happened to me today.

Judith Duerk’s first book Circle of Stones (for my review see here) introduced me to the world of sacred women’s work and women’s circles. Her book shifted my world perceptibly. So I rushed out to order her second book, I Sit Listening to the Wind: Woman’s Encounter Within Herself, and raced through it untouched.

It is only now four years later that I am in the place to hear her words, to understand what she means about the balancing of the male (animus/ yang) and female (anima/ yin) energies within ourselves.

I Sit Listening to the Wind: Woman's Encounter within Herself

I would like to share a little from the introduction with you:

I feel the pathos of women today with our overdeveloped animus, confronted with the eternal paradox: The nature of the Yin is receptive, to yield… the nature of the Yang is to dominate. The two are forever equal and necesary to the fulfillment of the cosmic cycle. We modern women, with our powerfully developed inner Masculine side, are faced with a new dilemma: whether to ground ourselves in the vibrant receptivity of the Yin, or to give over to our dynamic and compelling animus mode.

This is what I have been struggling with in my own life at the moment (for details see my post The Confessions of a Domesticated Wild Woman). And I see that in the art of woman craft, this fine balancing of these two sides is vital.

Until a woman consciously engages with the Masculine energy within, she remains under its domination. She does not emerge as an individual… but espouses the common patterns and practices of the society around her, She is cut off from her womanly subjectivity, risks losing the underlying guidance of the Self.

…Modern woman has no idea how profoundly she is needed. The world is crying out for a developed Feminine voice, a voice that can mediate, once again, the ancient values of the Feminine… values of interiority, of the sacredness of matter… values that honour the privacy of individual process.

That dear women is why we are here. That is the purpose of this site. To provide (in time) a forum, a storehouse of riches to support you in your woman’s journey.You are needed, dearest woman, more than you can possibly know: by the world at large, those close to you, and yourself. You are precious.

 

Who I am… and why I do what I do…

I am a visionary, and imaginer, a whisperer, a maven, a witch, and wonderer, a dreamer of better things and exciting projects

I want to give inspiration and ideas to help to paint the future in brighter colours and to wrap women in a cloak of self acceptance and glory, to communicate with the higher visions of others in order to co-create a more vibrant, fulfilling, soulful, joyful, calm, mindful way of life.

I want to light the fire of self love, to fan the flames of beauty which emanate from every woman, to point at the moon and say “this, this radiant beauty is you”. To help women to gain a love and acceptance of their bodies and their miraculous life giving properties, to celebrate the mystery.

I want to whisper in the middle of the storm winds of life “it’s alright, dear one, you are an island with a lighthouse, shine your light, stay calm, stay strong nad soon the clouds will part and the sun break through.

What I want for you dearest one is happiness, awareness, freedom to be who you know yourself to be deep down, the courage and clarity to see your own path and follow it, in tune with your body’s knowing.

I want to help you to make love to your own body, to feel at home in your own skin, to find the peace at your centre which leads you home to yourself, the fullest vision of the woman you always wanted to be – unencumbered by the dreams of others, the demands of your family, the limitations of society, the fear of your physical form. A woman living in truth unto herself. This is what I choose for myself every day. This is what I share with you. A safe space to do it, resources to help you along the way, and a circle of sisters who are travelling this journey to dancing in self knowledge too.

Perhaps the most disempowering message we receive from our culture is about our bodies – they are deficient, untrustworthy, they cause pain and suffering, the get in our way, our reproduction needs to be controlled, is not to be trusted. Our sexuality is seen as a temptation to men, to be exploited or hidden away. Birth scares us. Period pain and PMT hold us hostage, menopause is the final tribulation before we become surplus to requirements, old ladies.

Let us learn a different song. One which celebrates the power to gestate and give birth with courage as a heroine. One which acknowledges stretchmarks as those of the warrior queen, that embraces aging as a stepping into our wisdom, our sexuality as a gift, our bodies are to be honoured and valued as they are. And our intuition is a precious treasure which can guide us living our lives in our own vision.

First self knowledge – knowing who we are, what we are, how we work – emotionally and biologically – to cease the war on our selves

Secondly to know our needs and to claim them for ourselves – both by serving ourselves and by learning to ask others for support. And by learning to give with an open heart rather than as a martyr.

Thirdly by gaining miss-tery over ourselves and visioning our own way forward which serves us (and therefore our families and communities and the earth) in our highest ability.

I am so glad you could join me here.