It’s now almost two moons since I began working with Vanessa Sage on her Sage Priestess certification.  The journal I’ve been working through provides a chance to reflect on the path I’m traveling.  I am struggling to put something so deep into words, it is felt, in my body, my breath, as much as anything, thought is only partially capable of capturing the essence; the deep soul song, dancing in my body, heart beat drumming the pulse, shimmering, shining, graceful, full of joy and love.

When I began in May I was feeling fractured, longing for the freedom and joy in life that I recall from childhood, the daydream wanderings and wonderings, hours to stare at clouds, to follow the twisting paths of imagination.  I was aware that in practical terms there remains a need for me to go out into the world and engage with work and grocery shopping and care for my family.  My question was how can I embody the priestess and be authentic, real and grounded?

I spent several weeks downloading resources, attending our online groups, listening to inspiring teachers and learning from my sisters in the circle.  I began to get back into an old mindset of achieving, doing, worrying about being “good enough”.  Wise words from Vanessa reminded me to show up as I was, where I was.

As I worked with my intention to be present something shifted downwards.  A sense of rootedness, of being entirely at home in myself and my situation.  So that “being” a priestess, ultimately, is about being most entirely myself.  There will be no one pattern, though there will be common threads, a desire to heal, to serve, to hold sacred space, to listen, to create, to share vision.  The details will depend on the priestess.  Some of us are full time workers on this path; guiding others, leading workshops, teaching yoga or practising healing therapies.  For some of us our priestessing is worked out in our gardens, our employment, our acts of creativity.

The seeds I am working with, as I prepare for the next cycle, are; being present, connected, authentic.  Being wholly human and divinely blessed.  Being prepared to show up and be seen as I am. Seeking magic, wonder and grace in each day.

(Images from the Everyday Witch Tarot)

 

In the style of a lifestyle magazine here are nine of the steps I’ve taken to connect with the sacred feminine, as an offering and a signpost; gotta love a “how to” list ❤

1. Read Women Who Run with the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes.  This book literally changed my life, the stories which begin each chapter are magical and the explanations about how these link to wild feminine spirituality and life are deeply moving. 
2. Journal.  Write or blog your journey.  Once I’d started looking for my wild feminine self and seeking the Goddess there were signs and synchronicities all around.  In dreams, in the natural world.  Tracking the journey helps me to see where I’ve come from and ponder where I am.  It begins to clarify the patterns and spirals I’m moving through.
3. Watch Women and Spirituality: Full Circle for an accessible introduction to the women’s spirituality movement born in the seventies and eighties.
4. Learn to breathe.  Move out of your head and breathe into your heart and belly.  Begin to allow your body to teach you what you need.
5. Connect with Gaia.  Sit on the ground outside.  Place your palms on the earth.  Breathe slowly and feel for the energy of Mother Earth.  Allow her to hold you.  When you’re ready send love back through the palms of your hands into the earth.
6. Sign up to Vanessa Sage’s wonderful (and free!) Meet the Goddess course.   You will receive five Goddess prompts and can work at your own pace as you explore different  goddesses and aspects of She and connect through daily reflection. 
7. Connect with natural rhythms.  Work with Joanna Powell Colbert’s 30 Days courses over at Gaian Soul.  These take place around each of the eight festivals of the Wheel of the Year.  You’ll receive a daily email with an art focus, a reflection and a journal prompt.  Joanna has such a wealth of wisdom and grace to share and this has transformed my understanding of the natural world and rhythms, as well as introducing me to a range of goddess stories and practices, and encouraging me to get creative.  Each course is available for $19.  Also check out The Moon is my Calendar for April McMurty’s work.  I’m just beginning this work but it’s already helping me to be more focused about what I’m working on with intention setting and what I’m releasing each moon. I’m learning to work with my ebbs and flows.
8. Connect with your intuition.  There’s a knowing within each of us which is drowned out by mental chatter and book learning.  Reaching down to your solar plexus you might be able to feel it, that sense that allows you to know when someone isn’t being wholly truthful, or when something good is coming your way.  I’ve been working with tarot and oracle cards.  I started with The Alternative Tarot course at Little Red Tarot.  My current favourite decks are the New Age Hipster Instaoracle (it’s so much fun and  both accessible and deeply insightful in readings) and the Green Witch Tarot (because, witches!)
9. Join a circle.  It’s not easy to find groups where we can feel safe sharing our woo woo selves, heck it’s not easy sometimes looking in the mirror and admitting it’s safe to let our soul out to shine.  Virtual groups are brilliant and I’ve made friends all over the world through these. The pop-tastic Vix at New Age Hipster has just launched her group The Circle and I’m over the moon about being a part of that.  Alternatively you might want to look for a Red Tent group, these usually meet on or near the full moon and provide sacred, safe spaces for women to gather and share.  The Red Tent Directory covers groups in Britain and Europe.

 

This is a thought at the moment.  It’s no news to anyone that our modern, western lives can be hectic.  I have spent the past nine years seeking to create balance and space in life.  Some days it feels like an uphill scramble.  I’ve used all kinds of strategies.  Blocking out time in my diary, taking retreat days, going out for walks.  Most recently I’ve been taking some time each morning for meditation and reflection.  All good.

Only I don’t stick to it.  I can go so far and then something happens, one of the cats gets sick and I need to dash to the vets, one of the boys needs a lift, a client calls for a last minute appointment, stressed and at the end of their tether, a school call for an urgent assessment, someone really in need and the end of term deadlines approaching.

The first thing that goes is my space.  The time I have carved out.  Because it’s selfish not to.  This is what I learned growing up.  We all do.  Your own needs come last.  Be polite, go last, give up your seat.  And so on. And so forth.  Of course its not ever that simple.  Of course we don’t want to be selfish, or rude, or unkind.  But where is the line?

Like most things, for me, it’s a work in progress.  And the key word of the year is…boundaries.  In my mind it’s a line in the sand, a picket fence, a castle wall, thus far and no further, barbed wire and guard dogs, harsh and forbidding.  I feel it like an aberration.  Shutting other people out goes against my conditioning, keep the door open, be hospitable, go the extra mile, turn the other cheek.

What I have found, and you may have too, is that this takes me to burn out.  I run out of whatever I have to give and then I just keep on giving.  It becomes a kind of compulsion.  A pattern of behaving that I can’t shake.  An addiction.  I know now when I’m in the danger zone, my head starts to spin, my body begins to feel achey and tight.  I am starting to see the signs.  Some days I even pay attention!

Speaking with a wise woman the other evening I was introduced to the idea of containers.  The essence of the thought is that we need them.  All shapes and sizes.  It’s good to flow and give and flood our way through life, it’s good to pour out our souls in service to the world.  We can bring blessings to others this way, we can bring nourishment and refreshment.  But we need edges.  Finding our edges, recognising them, holding the line, is a life’s work.  Without edges I’m going to be nothing but a puddle, spreading ineffectually around, energy seeping into the cracks, getting lost.  With edges I take shape, can be something useful, a drink maybe, or even better a river, contained but flowing free and powerful.  Boundaries, edges, in this sense become protective but not defensive, they give form to the energy of our selves.

The realisation is always  a shock.  When I see the pattern begin to repeat.  But I’m learning that catching myself before I’ve fallen in is a win.  I am going to reach for my edges, feel them, breathe to them and allow them to hold me.  I make this resolution today.  I will probably be making it again next week.  I will keep on.  Practice, patience and compassion.

I wrote this last June and a conversation this morning on the wild woman reminded me of it…

The knocking has been there for months.  At first it was quiet, mistaken for air in the pipes or the cat in the next room. With the lapse of days it grew more insistent.

One night it is enough.  The knocking is by now a hard, heavy, heart-beat hammering and I need to find out why.  The house is empty; I am alone.  Fearful.  I drag the table across the floor, pull back the rug.  There is door in the floor, a cellar door, heavy, dark wood, old and marked.  The handle is rusted and it takes all my effort to twist it, to feel the latch shift underneath.  I pull it upwards and aside.

She is there.  Hands bruised and bleeding from her knocking. Eyes sharp with wildfire and lightning.  For a moment I am afraid.  Her hair is matted, her face dirty.  She climbs quickly up into the light, lithe and fluid like a grass snake, flowing into the waking world.

I stand back, cautious, unsure, her gaze pierces and disturbs, she sees through the shadow of flesh to soul’s truth and knows me.

She reaches out to me, pulls me in close and in this sudden embrace comes a flood-tide of memory, rushing, pouring through thought and into the marrow of my self.  A homecoming.

I’m on a healing journey.  It would be hard to say when it started but it’s been particularly relevant the past year.  Last week I was talking with a friend and I began to wonder how will I know when I’m better?  When I think about being well what am I expecting?

I think I had the idea that better was, maybe, perfect.  No aches and pains, no tiredness or dizziness, boundless energy.  And when I think about that idea of better I realise that that isn’t what it is.  Because that wasn’t where I started.

In any case where I started and where I finish won’t be the same place.  When I began experiencing this set of symptoms I was in a very different place.  I was in a full time job, addicted to overwork, functioning with old patterns that were no longer helpful.  I don’t want to go back to that.

So when I think about feeling better I realise I am closer to that place than I have been before and that in turning through a spiral of the year I find myself looking back with fresh eyes.

Where I will end up is unknown, in any case I am starting to understand that there isn’t an end point, at least not in this physical life.  But the journey is one of my greatest teachers.   I am learning to work with reiki, crystals, meditation, walking, nature, writing and diet for better health.  I am learning to be honest about who I am. All these, along with the support of an excellent therapist, are drawing me back into my body and leading me to greater self-care.

The word “better” is deceiving.  It implies that what was before was worse, when in truth it was only different.  Am I better?  No.  But I am becoming whole.

The past few years I’ve been becoming more aware of natural rhythms. I know that it started with the moon.  I began to look for her in the sky, to notice her shifting phases.  Then a random Facebook post introduced me to the Celtic wheel of the year and I began to find out more. I’m especially conscious of this this week having recently celebrated the summer solstice.  I’m still growing my practice around this and I find that after many years of following formal church liturgy I am enjoying finding creative ways of expressing spiritual practice.  This solstice we gathered together with a few friends and family, lit a fire, blew bubbles as the light faded and shared some drinks and snacks.  The next day we were up (it’s an early alarm for those here who commute so not too much of a shock to the system) and we were out in the garden with coffee looking for the midsummer sun as it rose, a pink sliver through early haze across the valley.

As the solstice moment passed I was aware of the sense of the world turning, I could imagine the days shifting, the sunlight hours dwindling all the way to midwinter and Yule.  I am finding the rhythms helpful in regulating my own tendencies to overwork and over “do”.  An awareness of the ebb and flow of natural cycles, of growth and rest around me reminds me of how important this is for my own health and well-being.  For many years I wouldn’t acknowledge the need for this in my own life.  Inevitably while I was hugely productive for a lot of the time this would be followed by spells of burn out and poor health.  I kept wondering what was “wrong” with me and relied on caffeine and alcohol to help me speed up or slow down when my own reserves were failing.

Listening to our bodies is a lost art.  Tuning in to the physical sensations of the everyday.  There is a wisdom and knowledge in our physical selves that gets lost in modern life.  We rely on our knowledge, our thinking.  For someone like me, who has lived most of her forty plus years in her head, it can take an earthquake to shake us back into ourselves.   The real wake-up call in my case was a complete physical collapse last summer.  I was literally stopped in my tracks and I am in the process of relearning how to be in my body, to heed her whispers and wisdom, to trust a deeper knowing than that offered by clever thinking.

With this in mind I was fortunate enough to take part in a teaching session with April McMurty the other evening.  April is the creatrix of The Moon is my Calendar, and teaches how to live in tune with moon rhythms and cycles.  We were encouraged to reflect on how tuning in to the moon’s patterns can support us as we pay greater attention to our own radiance, to consider how we are shining in our lives, and to notice the periods of expansion and contraction.  I found this enormously helpful, and timely given my own current healing process.  April’s website has more information and a video tutorial if you would like to try this way of working with moon rhythms (https://themoonismycalendar.com/)  I will be spending some time today, preparing for tomorrow’s new moon, reflecting on what is ready to be released, what needs to be allowed to fade, and which seeds I will be planting for the new cycle.

 

Plants are magic.  I love this herb.  It has a vibrant, tangy, fresh fragrance.  It’s leaves are a limey green covered in soft down when young and darken, growing glossy with age.  Bees love it too, always a good sign.What’s even better is it can help with low mood and anxiety.

When I use a plant to make remedies I get to know it first, sitting with it, observing it.  Once I’ve got a sense of my plant ally I’m ready to pick some leaves. I’m looking for the healthiest leaves, avoiding those which are browning or blemished.  I don’t take more than ten percent from each plant or I could damage them.  And then I thank them for sharing their goodness with me (respect!)

So once I have my leaves I set them out for a while to allow any creatures to make their escape.  If I’m having a stressy day I might then take a handful of leaves and steep them in freshly boiled water.  After about five minutes I’ll strain them and compost the pulp.  The tea is refreshing on its own, though for added soothing I add some honey.  I can take this up to three times a day if needed.

A recent project was my first tincture.  I took leaves and filled up a small jar then covered it with alcohol (I used a value brand vodka).  I will leave this for six weeks and then strain it and decant my potion into dark glass dropper bottles (not forgetting to date and label them).  I’ll then use five drops in a small glass of water when needed.

 

There’s a tendency to think I have to be in the right place.  Whether it’s the right mood, or with the right tools, or holding the right qualifications.  Before I can begin.  I have done this in my professional life for years, making sure I have the training and accreditation.  I’m not convinced it’s always needed.  Not that you shouldn’t be prepared for your work life, but that people never ask for the proof, they generally just want you to do a good job.

I do this with spiritual practice too.  I feel like I need to be ready.  Before I sit down to pray, before I read cards, I want to feel like I’m centred, that my mind it clear, that I’m soul-shiny and at peace.  I want to be guaranteed a distraction free space (which rarely happens in a busy household).

The problem is that this becomes a block or a barrier, a reason not to.  I use it to avoid starting.  Because starting is hard.  If I start something, rather than just planning it, I’m putting it out into the world, making it real.  I am clothing my thoughts, dreams, ideas in the flesh and blood of reality.  And that makes them vulnerable.  That opens them up to attack, to the possibility that they won’t thrive or survive.  And the fear that when I see them, embodied, they will be small, weak, ugly and I will wonder what I was thinking…

Of course, and you will know this, the point it that we’re never ready.  There is no perfect linear narrative in this life, it’s a construct we use to make us feel like we’re in control.  The point is that you just have to start.

I took part in an art workshop the other day with Monica Garcia  and afterwards she shared this quote with us from Chris Zydel:

“One of the biggest lies around the creative process is that we have to be in a magical state of inspiration in order to create.   This fantasy state is some combination of bright eyed and bushy tailed excitement, uber confidence and feeling an unbroken connection to the creative flow.  And one of the saddest things I see in my creative practice is when someone comes to my studio saying that they haven’t created in weeks, months, sometimes YEARS. All because they have been waiting in vain to be blessed by that sweet creative elixir that they mistakenly think is the only indicator of a visit from the muse. 

In my experience you can create no matter WHAT state you are in. You don’t even need any IDEAS in order to create. All you need is the intention to be creative. And the willingness to actually take some action around your creative process.  When people come to my Painting From The Wild Heart classes they discover that they can create when they’re tired. When they’re cranky. When they hate being creative. When they’re upset. When they’re convinced that they are stuck. When they’re bored or when they are feeling old, shut down and dried up.

The muse shows up when we show up.  If you devote yourself to her she won’t leave you in the creative lurch just because you’re in a bad mood.”

Straight after reading this I got hold of my art things and began.  Because I’d been tired, and unfocused,  I wasn’t feeling ready, it wasn’t comfortable. But something happened in the time I had to create.  Something opened up, unblocked, began.  Not just in the work I was doing, not just in the colour on the page and the glue on my fingers, but in my heart and soul.  It was like a tightly clenched fist beginning to uncurl, bringing the possibility of a new way of being.  Starting now.

 

 

Hello there.  What’s your week like so far?  What are you doing with yourself?  Are you working, out all day at your job? What is that like? Where do you go? In a school or a shop, caring for others, driving?  Are you at home with children, spending your hours building wooden train tracks or blanket dens? Do you enjoy what you do?  Do you feel it’s a part of who you are or do you find it’s the way you earn your bread but it isn’t key to how you see yourself?

Do you find it’s the first thing people ask you, what do you do?  I think it gets complicated.  I do lots of different things, and I want to open a window on myself to show people when I meet them, so we can understand each other.  I want to see their story too. But then it becomes a long, convoluted rendition and I can see that they didn’t want to know that much, they wanted a label, so they can organise and sort me and file me away.

What do you do?

This is my window, a glimpse.

I write poems.  I dance in the kitchen.  I talk to the cats.  I grow herbs.  I watch the bees as they work in the garden.  I teach.  I practice healing therapies.  I journal.  I drink peppermint tea or smoky, brown coffee.  I watch the moon and stars.  I bake, I like simple and uncomplicated cakes, wholesome, that fill the house with their fragrance and draw people out of their rooms to see what’s cooking.  I sing in the car and talk to myself.  I love playing crazy golf and picking up stones on the beach.  I overwork.  I day dream.  I like stories.  I like to feel the ground beneath my feet and imagine the people who were here before me.  When I’m tired I bury myself under a blanket on the sofa and watch DVD box sets or browse through Facebook.  I dream about traveling and about having a huge kitchen with a scrubbed pine table where people are always dropping in for tea, to talk or pull some cards.  I love to walk.  I love the rhythm of my body and the timeless sense of moving across the land.  I love water, to swim or paddle.  For some everyday magic I love bubbles, blown in a shiny, glistening crowd, dancing across the grass and over the hedge.

 

I started a new venture this month.  If you know me you won’t be surprised.  I like new ventures, the fresh page, a new packet of seeds.  This isn’t something I would have imagined though, not given my history of Christian heritage.  But I can see the signs which brought me here along the way, through the years.

I have started training with Vanessa Sage (www.sagepriestess.com).  We are right at the beginning of the year long programme.  I have days where I’m so excited, where I want to drink it all up and soak in the wonderful teachings and the wisdom of all those I share the circle with.  And there are days when I am afraid, wonder what I’m doing and who on earth I think I am.

I’ve been in that kind of space before though.  What I am beginning to understand is that your path, whatever that looks like, is just that.  Yours.  You can’t learn it from someone else, though they might be the next signpost.  You can’t put on what they do and inhabit it. That would be just like living in an empty shell.  The shell may be beautiful, but it isn’t yours.  Gee but I’ve been going down those roads for forever already.  Seeing how others do their journey and wanting to be in the place of flow.  Imagining that grace can come if I put my feet precisely where they have stood.  That’s a kind of discipleship I suppose, there’s nothing bad in that, we need it for a time.  But there comes a time to dance your own dance, to shine your own light, to sing your own song, to carve out your own shell, unique and crazy with rainbow spirals and all the glitter you can muster (image from #gaiantarot Three of Fire). 

So this is it.  The priestess path.  Beginning to be the “living priestess” and working out what that means exactly here, in this skin, this space.  Emerging into the light, wings damp but growing stronger.