OF LAMENT AND NOURISHMENT
I sit between two Ladies. The Lady of Lament and the Lady Nourishment. In that silent dialogue, as decay progresses in the slowness of days. Autumn, for ancient celtic...
SITTING BY THE SOURCE. WILD CREATIVITY AS A RESPONSE TO COLLAPSING
This text was going to be about something else. How many times does this happen? The life we planned isn’t just written by us, but rather for us. There’s...
BRUGMANSIA OF VENUS OR THE UNDERSKIRT OF THE LADY OF WILD BERRIES
Icconna Idunna Maeve Maia Lady of Almurtão The cunt’s a web, a life web Loiminna, Luminous Now a Woman, once a Girl Embracing the waters of transformation In her...
WEEDS OF THE INDOMITABLE SPIRIT
Yes, in the deepening night a blazing fire burns Yes, my unfolding body is all Earth Yes, in a land where Love dwells war perishes Yes, the calling...
AS TEARS BECOME RAIN : LABOUR THROUGH THE FIRE
May we dare to fully feel this brokenness Mourn all that is dying in all the fires May we dare to burn inside Let our soul bring forth tears...
ALL SOULS NIGHT
All souls night: We are the ancestors of tomorrow and the descendants of yesterday. In this light, what are our choices? How do we honour death and departure as...
FALL SEASON (AND A PAIR OF HANDS)
You Fall Way down to the ground You are scattered into pieces Some large, cutting bits Some small dust like particles You stay there and you realize all the...
HENNA RITUAL
You sit by the stairs Your child rests in bed The day is done You have outdone yourself again At least a thousand invisible tasks Fall behind each woman...
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