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. LookContinue reading “Bear Woman Golden Woman”
The Mother Night – The Deer Mother – Light Bringer – so long ago over thirty years ago, did I dream of you. We were riding through the sky towards the East. Over tundra and forest. I see you in my mind’s eye as easily as closing my eyes. There you are as we raceContinue reading “The Mother Night – The Deer Mother – Light Bringer”
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 crown Show a wrinkle in the wind. Mother spun the cradleContinue reading “Who will sing me across the river?”
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.
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 “Raven Song I”
Wanderings, wonderings and ponderings on questionnaires, the land, gifting, purpose and power of stories of sacred places.