No Wedding for Artemis
It’s April, and Artemis, Her long thighs
glowing brown and bare,
strides through the forest, almost silent,
Her sleek dogs with Her, silent too.
Category: Issue32
Goddess Funerals go live!
For several months now, three members of Glastonbury Goddess Temple have been putting together plans to offer Goddess-focused funerals, both in Glastonbury and elsewhere in the UK.
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Call between the worlds
O Crone who travels between the worlds,
help me to imagine!
How, o how, will this beautiful world
call me once again
Grandmother Speaks… The Vagina (Part 2)
I am the sheath of the sword. I am toothed, armed, and ready to bite. I have the power to defend, to keep women safe. I am not passive, accepting, ready to be filled. I am aware, watchful, ready to reject what I don’t want and to seize what I will.
Listen to me and I will tell you how safe we are, right now, in this moment. When we are secure, I am open and receptive, moist and inviting. When we feel threatened, I become cold and hard, hot and tight, irritated, and inflamed. If the danger goes on and on, I weep, I am overrun.
