(Poem) Hystory by Susan Hawthorne
The roses are in bloom. They are red and cool and have a smell that makes me remember my mother, cutting stems of red roses. Cutting red roses climbing the Read More …
The roses are in bloom. They are red and cool and have a smell that makes me remember my mother, cutting stems of red roses. Cutting red roses climbing the Read More …
To all of you future beings who may never realize, know that there were those of us who held the world in Universal Light during the darkest days, so that Read More …
I am the daughter of a daughter. Who is the daughter of a daughter. Who is also the daughter of a daughter. Some of us are mothers but all of Read More …
I offer these images in gratitude for the journeys I have taken and in the hope that the ways stay open for those of us who are called to visit Read More …
This essay is part 3 of an edited excerpt from Chapter 4 of the author’s book PaGaian Cosmology: Re-inventing Earth-based Goddess Religion. In my authoring of PaGaian Cosmology, I have Read More …
The “Venus” of Willendorf has long been an icon of the Sacred Feminine and for me a beacon of what was and what could be. (Many feel that the “Venus” Read More …
I can count the number of times I’ve seen hares in the wild on two hands. Once while on the Isle of Mull I was walking with a friend through Read More …
Lakshmi inspires us to savor the abundance with which we are blessed in even our bleakest moments. Lakshmi, goddess of wealth, prosperity, and generosity, is as old as time and Read More …
Sovereign Unto Herself Trista Hendren “Deep in the psyche even of great women, there has not been a female metaphor for greatness, for strength, for the wisdom which they themselves Read More …
The first moments of falling in love with the landscape of Daylesford began as I entered the land on Porcupine Ridge. In a grove of oak trees stood a white Read More …
I bake bread. I work with my clients, grateful to have them. I pray for the world and the suffering. I chop wood and carry water. I try to meet Read More …
Travel has changed in the last 12 months. Perhaps this is temporary. Perhaps not. What it means to me is less opportunity to stand on the ground where my ancestors Read More …
The Goddess, the Divine Feminine, the Great Mother She is the peaceful serene surface of the lake She is its cold depths preserving forever her lost children She is the Read More …