stories
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Spirit of Lingonberry
In the dream I watch. There are lingonberries everywhere. Sometimes there is one stem with one berry. Sometimes there is a stem with a small group of berries. We walk through the forest. I pick up a stem with one berry and a stem with many berries. I hold them and join them together. The Continue reading
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Cedar
Cedar – mother tree for me. All of her is sacred – lightening black, grey ash, sacred red and green, ground, woven, eaten, carved, scent of Life and the Holy. This dreamed like it was just yesterday. For they are off to settle the skies to be “safe” and nowhere to prepare her. Continue reading
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Winter Solstice 2025
I see Sun standing still A shadow to follow on the face of my wall I mark the place Day in, Day out Over years. I see Sun passing through A late rising farther in the southeast A fast setting farther southwest I mark her coming and going in the white snow blanket With the Continue reading
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Now I know…
Now I know for sure how Earth, our Mother the one who holds grows nurtures receives back into her bosom, her belly, her heart tends with her sisters keeps safe hides holds feeds reminds me Home is where the heart is. The heart is in Her. I am reading a book: Thank you to the Continue reading
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They heard you come by

Here you are so much givenSo much receivedHow can this be?Outside in the dark nightLoud trampling and stamplingDeer four-legged running byOpening curtain looking outNo one is thereSo my eyes sayBut my body and ears!They heard you come byRunning with the deerFeeling each foot fallTruly thereComing byArise the dawnMorning sun fairThe small twinkling onesLight between brighter Continue reading
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Bear Woman Golden Woman

Golden figure, golden woman, golden bear woman of great ancestry. There, Look! Bear woman has a cynt, the opening womb. Look at her expression. Look at her breasts. Look at her hair the headdress. Look at her legs. Look at her hands. Look at the zig-zags up and down her legs, ancient women sign. Look Continue reading
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The Mother Night – The Deer Mother – Light Bringer

The Give-away story of the Deer Mother or Goddess and Sun is very different. Continue reading
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Who will sing me across the river?

Who will sing me across the river?Who will sing me from my home?Who will sing my rememberings?Who will sing me from my home?Who will sing me across the river?Who will sing me skyward bound?Where the stars beyond the crownShow a wrinkle in the wind.Mother spun the cradleSang light and darkness inRound I swing behind the Continue reading
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How to make a Staff

That is a long question. There are many responses, many experiences. Gleaning, I find a few. First, I ask from Spirit(s) – my helping ones – I ask from the Land. Very simply, to the point, for a staff. Continue reading
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Raven Song I

Sometimes the Ravens come out of my drum Talking and squawking and chirping and telling me things. Making fun of my serious life, showing me that I am still here and they too. Sometimes they fly out of my drum in a small group of one after the other just pop out of my drum. Continue reading
