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Embracing Spring With The New Moon
Today is the new moon and so I’ve just sent out my latest moon guide to my lovely Bloom by Moon ladies. Would you like to connect with the moon in a much deeper, more personal way? Well, this very low cost option may be right up your street. If you’re interested, check out the details and sign up here! To give you an idea of the kind of writing you’ll receive in your guide, here’s this month’s introduction to a cycle when we find ourselves celebrating the Alder Moon from the Celtic Tree calendar, the Egg Moon from the Algonquin Tribes’ tradition, the astrological Full Moon in Libra and…
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Whispering Lullabies to the Goddess
Each of us is here to discover our higher self or our spiritual self. That is the first fulfillment of the Law of Dharma. We must find out for ourself that inside us is a god or goddess in embryo that wants to be born so that we can express our divinity. ~ Deepak Chopra Deep within the dark fertile places of my soul exists the embryo of a goddess. She stirs occasionally, as if disturbed by vivid dream, her limbs responding to images unseen. But for the most part, she remains asleep. Still she grows. My tender and somewhat self-conscious ministrations creating space for her to expand. I am…
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In the Red Tent
Yesterday something very special happened. My daughter and I participated in the initiation of the first Red Tent in Scotland. A circle of women came together and shared and laughed and danced and sang. Tears were shed, sage was burned, food was shared. Here are some of my photos from the day… The Red Tent is a space where women can connect with each other through the honouring of our bodies’ cycles. First blood, menstruation, peri-menopause, menopause – a woman’s life is shaped by the spiral. She circles through the weeks, the months, the years, the sacred calling to her through the rhythms of her body. Are you listening? To…
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Fierce Mamma Love
I first shared this story over at Roots of She when I was a tribe contributor, but I really wanted to share it with you today, Mothering Sunday. A tribute to fierce mamma love. In Scotland in the wintertime it gets really dark really early. You frequently find yourself hurrying through the gloom, trying not to fall on the slippy pavements coated with wet leaves illuminated only by yellow, fluorescent streetlights. The wind gusts past, whipping your damp hair around your head, and your hands turn red raw in the biting cold. It was on an evening such as this that I learned just what I was capable of. My…
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This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine
The sun came out. Just for a second. It burned its way through the heavy clouds pregnant with rain, momentarily blinding me with the sheer radiance of its light. I dipped my face away to the side and caught something in my peripheral vision that gave me a start. A figure walking a few paces behind me, but way down at the water’s edge. The place where no-one walks for fear of the treacherous green algae that covers the rocks, the slimy surface refreshed with every wave’s kiss. My pulse had not even settled when I recognised who it was, and I laughed silently. It was me. My shadow. My…
