Francesca Tronetti from Erie, Pa, received her Ph.D. in Philosophy and Religion from the California Institute of Integral and a Joint MA in Anthropology and Women & Gender Studies from Brandeis University. She has worked as an instructor of ELA at the Erie Multicultural Community Resource Center and is the curator of the Lake Shore Railway Museum in North East, PA. She writes articles dedicated to preserving and sharing the local history of her community and was a contributor to Women’s Lives Around the World.cles for her local alternative paper and is dedicated to preserving and sharing the local history of her community.
Almost one year later after the worst summer. fall. and now winter of flooding and the worst air quality we have ever experienced in Maine I am even more impressed with this essay because BLAME is absent…. the Cailleach is what she is… perhaps THE Goddess of our times… no sentimentality here … it’s a relief – this is a scary time to be alive… a scary time to think about the future… refuge, if it comes at all, occurs only in the present moment. My sense is that this goddess is now present all year long.
Francesca Tronetti’s poem appears at a pivotal time in my life – winter does not bring rain and yet I too need the healing waters to be washing over me – and you are so right, sometimes we just can’t take the time to create a ritual but you show us how this can happen anyway…. My ritual life is so fluid – it is rarely that I end up so depleted and empty – this time it is the cruelty of old women ( I can say this; I am an old woman too!) that has just done me in… For Brigid’s day tomorrow I shall be asking to be cleansed of such negative energy – even though I know their behavior is about them the knives got stuck anyway….. Thanks so much.
Love this! Have shared on the divine feminine app and linked.
Alaska poem – incredible power and terrible truthful questioning