Self-Reflection
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Amaterasu – A Guest Post by Lisa McLoughlin
This guest post by Lisa McLoughlin is part of a series celebrating the My Word Goddess Readings by honouring the gifts of the goddesses that stepped forward in 2014…. Entering 2014, with Amaterasu as my Goddess of the year, felt exciting and full of possibilities… I pondered if this was finally the year for me to Shine and step into the life I had been dreaming of. I kept her in mind throughout the first few months of the year and sensed myself waiting and waiting for the moment I might Shine. At one point, I caught myself thinking that perhaps this was not the Goddess or word for me and…
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The Apples of Iduna, My Year with a Goddess – Guest Post from Sandi Davis
This guest post by Sandi Davis is part of a series celebrating the My Word Goddess Readings by honouring the gifts of the goddesses that stepped forward in 2014…. My year with the goddess Iduna can be summed up with this encounter. I am in a heavily wooded forest alive with spring. The sun is shining brightly, the rich color so intense it almost hurts to look. Almost. A young maiden comes from behind one of the trees. She is dressed in soft light layers that float in the breeze, her hair lose and wild. She carries a large, flat basket piled high with apples. Smiling and…
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A Birth-Day Like No Other
Today is my birthday! In more ways than one! I am celebrating my 36th birthday today in a way I certainly never dreamed I would. Because today, I am birthing my book of poetry From Revolutionary Lips!! This collection of poetry means so so much to me. Not just because it’s the culmination of over 18 months work. And not just because it’s the first publication to come out of my publishing house Red Thread Voices. But because this is the unleashing of my voice in the world. It’s raw, juicy and honest. And publishing it is probably one of the scariest things I’ve ever done in my life. I…
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Why Magpie?
Head tilted to one side with eye focused sharp, the bird stops its ungainly hopping, and looks at me. Its long tail feathers bob up and down a couple of times, causing the light to play across the edges of its iridescent wings. And, for a second or two, we have a connection – an accord, perhaps. I stay really still, held by the moment and by the inhuman gaze of this bird. In my mind, I ask the question… Why you? Why magpie? For the last couple of months, I’ve been finding magpie feathers. Most of them right wing feathers. It got to the point that when I…
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An Ode To The Scabs
Can you see my scabby places? They’re not pretty. They’re not beautiful. And they’re not polished. Can you see my scabby places? These healing places where the raw edges of myself are knitted back together. Can you see my scabby places? They’re not pretty. They’re not beautiful. And they’re not polished. But these places are healing places. And they’re sacred.
