Goddess Centered Practice

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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Poem: Summer Plans

It is now that the hydrangeas b2ap3_thumbnail_meditation-goddess-with-raspberries.jpg

are in bloom, 

that the air is thick and green 

and an inexplicable scent 

of watermelon hangs along 

the roadsides. 

It is now that purple milkweed 

is in bloom and butterflies

bring the air alive with color. 

Yesterday, I found one sleeping,

wings still and legs folded,

inside the pale pink petals of a lily.

I found a hummingbird nest, too,

in the road,

carefully thatched with bits of lichen. 

The wild raspberries are ripe

and I watched ten vultures in flight 

above the valley 

my sweaty face tipped back 

to watch them glide. 

I saw a long black snake in the road 

and a rusty-orange salamander. 

I find myself wondering 

what would happen 

if I allowed myself 

to soften into summer 

allowing myself to be slow and luminous, 

satisfied with where I am 

and what I've done,

content to watch the clouds gather, 

a cool glass of green tea in my hands

and wild raspberries on my tongue.





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Molly Remer, MSW, D.Min, is a priestess, teacher, and poet facilitating sacred circles, seasonal rituals, and family ceremonies in central Missouri. Molly and her husband Mark co-create Story Goddesses at Brigid’s Grove (brigidsgrove.etsy.com). Molly is the author of nine books, including Walking with Persephone, Whole and Holy, Womanrunes, and the Goddess Devotional. She is the creator of the devotional experience #30DaysofGoddess and she loves savoring small magic and everyday enchantment.


  • Jamie
    Jamie Tuesday, 14 June 2022


    Great stuff as always! Your words bring back so many memories of summers past.

    The hydrangeas and milkweed aren't quite blooming yet in New England, and there's no large-scale watermelon cultivation nearby. Lucky you!

  • Molly
    Molly Wednesday, 15 June 2022

    Thank you! Curiously, there are actually no watermelons growing nearby either so we don't understand what it is that we actually smell! We think maybe wild grapevines (though they usually smell more musky to me) or even possibly honeysuckle that is growing somewhere where we can't see it, but the smell still drifts by--distinctly watermelon-y, whatever it really is!

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