Living Gently

To return again and again…

Forgive me beauty, it has been over 8 months since I have published here. Cycles and their explorations do that. Happen, go deep, need time, bubble back up again then need to be expressed, so that there can be more happening… to go deep…

This last cycle has been a big one and now all is changed. A new era has arrived of my life and I am to allow this next self a bit of a moment to catch her…

From Subjection to Objection.

Women have been subjected to many many thousands of years of subjection… being made subject… other, not OF power in any given sentence, only contextualized by the object of the conversation… Him. He gave us meaning, value, any power we supposedly had was granted by Him. Father. Brother. Husband. God. Any of the Him’s. Now, now we Object. We make one of the clearest Objections we can, “NO.” Just…

To thine own self be true…

To be my own primary relationship. To put me first in my life, with deference to those that rely upon me for sure, but understanding I can help no one without putting on the oxygen mask first! Most of my life my other has either been my mother and then my daughter, now my mother again. Very occasionally I have had a lover that became a partner, really only 4 times, the longest a 4 year…

When I very first began upon my blood reclaiming journey, I was often over powered by the scent. That strong, iron like, pungent rising waft from my skirts if I was having a day at home, on earth, to just bleed.  Now, 25 years later and that scent still arrests me, grabs my attention with both nostrils and asks me to breathe deeply the truth of this deeply natural cycle. Blood is Good. To Bleed…

Breaking free from a Sister's Curse. Taking down the guards, but not the wards.

  I woke this morning from a very intense set of dreams, or one long dream, same same really. All the way through was a central theme; a woman I love, someone I knew for many years, (she kept changing) was and had been cursing me, containing me with magicks, dark and strong. In the dream I was finding way after way to meet this, to circumvent this, to find allies and ways and means to blast…

I trust that none of us were born here to rape and pillage ourselves, each other or our earth.

To live one’s truth often means to deny the commonly held truths of our culture. There are a few that I challenge directly, daily, just by breathing. There is a big and terrifying truth that I consider my vocation. Sharing the Love of the Blood. To look in the mirror, any given day and truly love who you are, as you are, resilient to all the noise that will make you wrong as soon as you walk out…

The words finally arrived. A good death story.

Tis been a while between posts. I had a thing to be with. My life was surrendered to the loving of my father for his last few months of life, as well as assisting my daughter to head off for a 5 year adventure. Please, forgive my absence, but it was well worth it. My father had abandoned me, my 3 siblings and Mum, when I was an 11 year old. During the last 35 years I have known little of his…

What gives me the right?

In 2006 I stood in front of about 80 year 11 and 12 girls from a local high school. The health teacher had heard of me and my work and wanted me to share what it is that I knew, what it is that I do, with the young women of her school. I was 10 mins into the presentation, becoming increasingly aware of how hostile the room was getting the more I spoke, until suddenly one young woman stood up and…

To gather with like minds

There is a whole lot of noise about a group of men, across the globe, gathering. Showing up to each other, becoming known to one another beyond the screen, the digital expression that they have allowed so far. The fact that they share a deeply misogynistic world view, unfortunate. They could be so much more to each other, with each other. They could be real Kings among men, whole and real unto…

A festival of Women. Some love for the Seven Sisters Festival.

I have been present at each of the Seven Sisters Festivals. Each year of this journey deepened the desire to be with women more, to share the love of being a woman. Rare is that space in our culture, the space that celebrates all the beauty, power and wisdom of women. I was there that first year, when quite spontaneously there was an epic dance in the kitchen. Each of us unleashed in that way…