Woodspriestess: Exploring the intersection between Nature, the Goddess, art, and poetry.

Listening to the woods, to the stones, to Gaia, and to women...

In the woods behind my house rest a collection of nine large flat rocks. Daily, I walk down to these “priestess rocks” for some sacred time alone to pray, meditate, consider, and be. Often, while in this space, I open my mouth and poetry comes out. I’ve come to see this experience as "theapoetics"—experiencing the Goddess through direct “revelation,” framed in language. As Stanley Hopper originally described in the 1970’s, it is possible to “…replace theology, the rationalistic interpretation of belief, with theopoetics, finding God[dess] through poetry and fiction, which neither wither before modern science nor conflict with the complexity of what we know now to be the self.” Theapoetics might also be described, “as a means of engaging language and perception in such a way that one enters into a radical relation with the divine, the other, and the creation in which all occurs.”

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Molly

Molly

Molly has been “gathering the women” to circle, sing, celebrate, and share since 2008. She plans and facilitates women’s circles, Red Tents, seasonal retreats and rituals, Pink Tent mother-daughter circles, and family ceremonies from her tiny temple space in rural Missouri and teaches online courses in Red Tent facilitation and Practical Priestessing.

Molly is a priestess who holds MSW, M.Div, and D.Min degrees. She finished her dissertation about contemporary priestessing in the U.S. She is the author of Womanrunes, Earthprayer, and The Red Tent Resource Kit. Molly and and her husband Mark co-create Story Goddesses, original goddess sculptures, mini goddesses, pendants, and ceremony kits at Brigid’s Grove (http://brigidsgrove.com), where they also publish Womanrunes book and deck sets.

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“It’s a wild snail festival out here!”

—Tanner (age 3) 

We recently got home from a family mini vacation to Table Rock Lake, about three hours b2ap3_thumbnail_30420049_2074497082762503_7495032563414501479_o.jpgaway from home. 

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I didn’t just stop
to smell the lilacs
I sang to them too
praising their beauty b2ap3_thumbnail_30813819_2076083795937165_6064872471947175256_o.jpg
as I pressed my nose
into their blooms.

The air was full
of enchantment
as I delighted in the sunlight
filtered through new maple leaves
and scattered across stone.

I rolled redbud flowers
across my tongue
and ate dandelions straight
from the stem
feeling yellow petals
in my teeth.

I savored the flavor of a violet
and rubbed mint leaves
between my fingers
I crawled on my knees
through the clover
watched bees dance
on the dandelions
and found ginger
and elderberry beneath
my heels as I stretched
my arms into a tree branch
reaching for tender buds.

I gathered the blossoms
of springtime
kissed them with gratitude
and offered them into
the bubbles of water
from which rivers are born.

I let my fingers trail
through the wildness
within me and around me.
Then I lifted my lips
to my lover
under the
Beltane moon.

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Morning birdsong filled the air  b2ap3_thumbnail_22338975_2058326864379525_7570131764764457268_o.jpg
in a patterned chorus raised above
the grinding notes of distant trucks
on the highway
through it all, a surprisingly distinct sound
the rasping dance of two dry leaves
twining around one another high on a branch
somehow differentiated from all else
as a unique note in the symphony
I laid on my back on the rock and
looked up at the white clouds,
still against the morning sky and black branches,
and felt between
sound
and silence.   
 

I wrote this after being in the woods one morning as I became fascinated with the sound of two dry leaves dancing together on an oak tree. About an hour later, after yoga, I turned to the day’s page of my Meditations for Living in Balance book and the quote of the day was this:

"To be able to listen to the silence is to be able to hear the infinite." --Anne Wilson Schaef

She goes on to say: "Silence is almost a lost experience in today's society. See if you can develop a way of listening to what is being said in such a way that nothing is required of you. Conserve your power."

Bringing it back to listening to the leaves in the woods though, I would add that I find it vital to discover a b2ap3_thumbnail_29745058_2061438070735071_3032310435085757700_o.jpgway of listening to the world around you, as it is, in this exact moment.

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What will I learn in the woods today? 
There are deer to your left,
the sun is to your right,
spring is singing to the sky,
it is possible to make good friends with a rock.
There are truths about living
written in the patterns of leafshadow upon stone.

There is an audio version of this post available via this link.

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“Drinking the water, I thought how earth and sky are generous with their gifts and how good it is to receive them. Most of us are taught, somehow, about giving and accepting human gifts, but not about opening ourselves and our bodies to welcome the sun, the land, the visions of sky and dreaming, not about standing in the rain ecstatic with what is offered.”

–Linda Hogan in Sisters of the Earth

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Invocation

I stand in the center of the wheel, Goddess, and I ask for your guidance, your essence, and your blessings.

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“Women’s circles and mother-daughter circles are perhaps the most powerful agents of change on the planet right now, with each woman contributing to the healing of our world as she herself experiences healing.”

–Amy Bammel Wilding

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