Cerridwen’s Goddess Guidance 26/4/13

For one week only, I want to share with you the daily goddess readings that I share in my Goddess Guidance Group.

To give you a wee bit of background, every reading I do is accompanied with an image like the one you see above. Usually, I just share the image here and in various other places. But the reading itself, which includes a short description of that day’s goddess and the energy she brings, as well as my own experience during my morning goddess meditation and the message the goddess gave me, only appears in my Goddess Guidance group and/or my Practical Magic Business Circle.

I also include a few prompts and occasionally an exercise to try out, a blog post to read, a Pinterest board to check out etc. In the group, members take these prompts as opportunities to explore what’s going on with them at that moment in their life and to receive support, inspiration, comfort, love, communion. As one of my members said, “the love and support of fellow members is unbelievable! I am continually amazed by the love and light shining forth from women all of the world, all of whom I have never met in person. Despite the distance we are so strongly connected and it makes me feel like I am truly never alone.”  

If this is calling to you, and you would like to receive these daily readings, a monthly personal goddess reading, weekly goddess check-ins as well as access to a truly beautiful, loving community, I would love to welcome you into the circle. You can subscribe here: Goddess Guidance Group Subscription.

(Subscription is £15 per month, which is just 50p per day. I’m trying hard to think of an equivalent, but I’m really struggling! Even my kids’ bus fare is 70p! Ooh, and in $US, this works out to $23 approx, or 77 cents a day)

Friday’s goddess is… Cerridwen!!

The Welsh crone goddess who gave birth to the first bard asks us to attend to the importance of story, cycles and our inner wild woman. She is, indeed, a goddess for the wildish soul that exists within each of us.

When I opened the door to today, I was instantly caught up in a dense woodland where thin sharp twigs catch and pull at my clothes, my skin, my hair. The more I struggle, the more I get stuck. I can hear a high but small sound escaping my mouth singing my increasing distress. And then, for some reason, I start talking. I don’t know what I’m saying, but I know it’s a story. My story. As I speak the words they leave my mouth as golden etheric script, and the twigs begin to retract upon contact with the words. Soon, my words have created a space all around me, and the words begin to descend until they lie upon the ground creating a golden path for me to follow. Which I do. I ask Cerridwen what her message is for us, and she says….

“Tell your story.”

Magic happens when we begin to tell our story to others, but also to ourselves. When we create narrative, we arrange events to create throughlines – paths that will take our listener, our reader, from a place of confusion to clarity and understanding.

We begin to notice patterns. We begin to recognise themes. We begin to see interconnections between events that we hadn’t fully appreciated before.

Today, I want to invite you to give something a go… write one day in your life as a fairy story. It doesn’t need to be epic. It doesn’t even need to be a “significant” day. In fact, it’s probably better if it isn’t. Think archetypally – which character would you be, what metaphors for important features will you use? If you like, you can write an actual version too.

I’m sharing an example of one of mine that I wrote a while back below…

Once you’ve written your fairy story, spend a wee while in reflection. Is there anything that has surprised you about your story? Is there anything about it that you love? Hate? Want to change? Let Cerridwen bring you to some clarity and understanding through this telling of your story….

Fairy Tale Version

Once upon a time, in a far off land of perpetual twilight, where the sun hid her rays beneath a blanket of cloud, there lived a young spinner-woman of no small degree of magical talent. Like most magical mortals, she had her own speciality. Whilst some could read the minds of others, mend broken hearts or alleviate sorrow, the spinner-woman could fashion words out of ether. With the help of her spinning wheel, she could produce such beautiful, perfectly-formed words, that folk would come from miles around to gaze at the elegant, silver prose. Words like ‘OBSCURITY’, ‘OBLIVION’ and ‘OBFUSCATE’ would wind their way off the spindle and begin to circle around her head, shining with a fragile, delicate light.

One day, as she sat there spinning, her pedal began to move of its own accord. It moved faster and faster, and soon the wheel became a blur as it whirred around and around. The words which had shone with a light so fine and delicate now became so bright that they made the spinner-woman’s eyes sting. But still the words came until they not only filled the room, but filled her head too. Just as she felt she could bear it no longer, her 3 spirited children burst through the door and the words escaped in a rush out into the world beyond. The spinner woman and the children ran to the window to watch them leave, and as they peered out at the half-light, they saw the words pierce the clouds, penetrating the heavens, allowing the sun’s rays to kiss the land once more. All the people rejoiced at the return of light and warmth, and for a short while, the spinner-woman celebrated too, and then she turned her back to the brightening sky and began to spin once more. ‘ILLUMINATE’, ‘ELUCIDATE, ‘INSPIRE’.

Actual Version

Today the sun did not make it out from behind the rain clouds. Whilst my husband took the kids into drama and violin lessons, I stayed at home writing up another chapter of the thesis. To start with it was very hard going: words were stilted, phrases awkward, thoughts unformed. Then after a while, and much persistence, the sentences began to flow more freely, and ideas developed, matured and had ideas of their own. Just as the work began to overwhelm me, my family returned home, and I broke away from the writing and allowed myself to become absorbed by their chatter. Now, at the end of the day, although the sun never did put in an appearance, I feel as though my work has progressed, and has provided me with an enlightenment I didn’t have when I woke up this morning.