Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
In Praise of Sheela na Gig
You could think of her as the female equivalent of the Green Man.
If, as some contend, Sheela na Gig originally meant “Sheila of the Breasts,” she's a pretty classic example of, shall we say, upward displacement. Really, one has to admire such bald (!) candor.
To pagans, the body is hero: it's no surprise, then, that this minor motif of late medieval sculpture should have become something of a mascot to the new paganisms, with our signature revaluing, and re-spiritualization, of the body.
Gaze deeply into her mysteries, our Sheela.
There, suns are born, and constellations wheel.
Sheela na Gig
(To the tune of: “Felix the Cat”)
Sheela na Gig:
her eyes are incredibly big.
Her eyes are big,
but that's not all:
her yoni's wider
than south St. Paul!
Sheela na Gig:
in serious need of a wig!
Her Canyon's Grand,
so raise a hand,
and down a resounding swig
in the honor
of Sheela na Gig!
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