Woman

Women mysteries fascinate me.
For years I felt this pull, this longing to go closer to the Feminine, to her wild, dark, enchanting, witchy, moon bubbling cauldron of mystery.

I have hidden it, to myself and to the world as well, my mind a product of years of patriarchal influences- don't go close to artsy things, stuff with flowers on it, or with those weird "Goddess" drawings.

The pull was so strong, though, that the journey back to Her had already begun before my resistances could catch me.
I would feel a strange jealousy for the women renaissance.
I would wander into Rebecca's Herbal Apothecary and look for hours-seeming moments through the shelves of books, herbs, oils, and creams.

Three years ago I considered becoming a male doula (I would have been only the 2nd person to do it, in the U.S.). I have been lucky to find my way many times as a guest of a revolutionary year-long Midwifery school in Asheville thanks to my sisters Dakota and Camille.

As a male-bodied person, I will never to actually experience the pain and gift of birthing another human (What?! Women make HUMANS. Let's breath on that for a second) and there are mystery that, as millenia-old traditions hold, I should never be allowed to enter into.
Yet the pull towards the mysteries of the womb, the vagina of creation, the witch arts, the moon mysteries is undeniable in me.

With this New Moon in Cancer, I celebrate the Goddess, Her who I am feeling strongly in the Waters of the MEditerranean sea, She who birthed me and can take my life in a wave of a heartbeat, She who gives gives gives. Here is to the Goddess. Here is to you Women, Females in all shapes and forms (human and other-than-human). Thank you for your constant teaching me. As I did as a child completely mesmerized by the Moon, staring at her for hours and then howling with both lungs, I will keep my howl song to you.

The Gift Unique to You

The Earth, the Soul of this World,
longs for me, for you,
to find and express your unique gift.

Human, you are NOT an accident.
You are not a sin.

You are a poem,
A song,
Within you the force
of hundreds of years of thrusting
Life pushing through
Like a wild river

Be still in the confusion of the forest
silent in the darkness of the maze
Connect with the song of soul
Find the Gift
and share it with us.

We need you.
The health and Wholeness of the World
depends on it.

Animist

I consider myself an Animist, and I am proud of it.
Look at ShEA
Of course ancestors
heard songs of mermaids
of course ancestors
paid their respect

Look! at ShEA
Spirit of the Seas
TakeLife - GiveLife
Feeding my dry mouth
Enormous belly
Wild, Untamed waters
Depths that shall never be touched
That's where the Magic is born
There are places where Human eyes have no business

I consider myself an Animist, and I am proud of it