Silbury Hill
“Silbury Hill”, by Peter Greenhalf
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Category: issue5
The Meeting
On a dark autumn night with only a waning crescent moon lighting the sky, Cora made her way up from the subway and onto the streets of the city. She feared going out at night. But her desire to attend the meeting of her women’s political action group was stronger than her fear.
Read MoreDeath and Other Love Songs: On Midwifing the Death of My Father
I thought long and hard about whether to write this article; death is such an intimate, personal thing that I thought perhaps it would be a betrayal of my father, who I loved more dearly than I can ever say. And yet, when I think about the days and months before his death, about the honesty, openness, dignity, and humour with which he approached his final moment I know that he would say that it was ok.
Read MoreGlastonbury Goddess Conference 2007
I turned up to the registration queue for this year’s Glastonbury Goddess Conference on the first morning with the mild worry that the conference proper was about to begin and I still didn’t fit comfortably into any of the ‘thirteen clans’ we participants were supposed to choose from. Luckily, it turned out that this was simply a way to help organise large numbers of people effectively, and to make sure that any ‘conference virgins’ – whether you take that to mean first-timers or independent (read: lone) participants – didn’t get left out in the cold.
Read MoreNot Right – Part II
The Modern Failure to Recognise the Iconology of the Palaeolithic Female Figures and Figurines, Viewed in the Light of Insanity
Read MoreYes, Virginia, There is a Newgrange
Because we forgot how to console ourselves, because we forgot our connection to the earth, to the sky, to the smallest cell within us, the most encompassing black hole surrounding us—because of this, we know despair.
Read MoreBrigantia is …..
Deep drum rumble.
Life spark tumble.
Hard rock stumble.
Slow dance fumble.
Priestessing Goddess Onto the World Stage: We can no longer afford to be invisible
As the Media Director of Temple of the Goddess, I recently accompanied its Foundress and Director, Xia, to a presentation hosted by a cable television network, Charter Media. Charter had put out a call to a diverse range of religious organizations in the city to invite them to participate in a new cable program they were initiating called Faith. As we sat there listening to the intention of Charter, to bring spiritually uplifting messages to the airwaves, from all religious corners of southern California, we realized our dream and vision, years in the making, might soon be a reality. But were we really ready to fully step into the public spotlight?
Read MoreCatechism for a Witch’s Child
When they ask to see your gods
your book of prayers
show them lines
drawn delicately with veins
on the underside of a bird’s wing
Seeking the Goddess in Silence – the Quaker Goddess Network
Many of us who walk the Goddess path have come to it from other spiritual traditions, the most likely being Christianity. For some, this is a past to be left behind; some religious groups make it harder than others for those who want to move on, or we may have had difficult experiences as children. For others, the traditions in which we were brought up, or which we embraced in our earlier years, still have meaning and resonance for us, even as we recognise a new way opening up. This dilemma is not easy to resolve, and those who honour it may do so in solitude – it can, after all, feel like a very individual problem, not amenable to sharing.
Read MoreWomen, Power and Religion in Ancient Athens
If there ever was an intimate connection between state and religion, we can see it quite clearly in ancient Athens. The very name of the city is attributed to a goddess—Athena, its protectress and guardian. There are different versions of how this came to be as she competed against Poseidon, the angry god of the sea and earthquakes.
Read MoreWild Lessons from Herstory
There is a small house that sits on a plot of land in which I live. It is a chunk of earth and I think I own it. There is a patch of Garden in which nothing grows; in fact this Garden can be defined by the paradox of her absence of green, resistant and rebellious within an ocean of life.
Read MorePrayer to Live with Paradox
I want to be young in wonder again,
to hold a single seed to the sky and marvel
that it owns the energy of a star.
Sea Mysteries
Come to her when the moon is full;
Raise hands higher, chant undine lore,
Toes in wet sand grip the sea floor.
The Snow Queen’s Defence
I hold no brief for rapier use of wit
in cruel game, my intellect is sharp
but used for joy, for clarity of thought.
The day after the bonfire
It is the day after the night and I am raking the ashes
in the circle of trees. Boots on feet, apple branch in hand,
guardedly I poke and stir and lift – and, in each gust of wind,
West Kennet Long Barrow
I sense your coming, Caledonian witch.
Your essence travels through the rich
earth of my resting place
