Mother Of The Void

The dark man bowed to
The dark lady in her.
She often wondered why,
She was the one to descend.
She knows now
That the void within her called out
And he
Ever seeking darkness
Answered.
So many, they are afraid
Of the inky feminine blackness
Cannot dance
The breath of surrender
To the depths of creation
You, Mother of the Void

You who were afraid
To wear your mantle.
You,
Bringer of Life and Death.
You are not a chest
To be plundered and pleasured
You consume the sparks
Of those who dare to enter
You swallow
You engulf
You demand surrender
From the pilgrim, the priest,
True seeker
He who dances on the edge
Of the abyss
And you could tell them apart
Every one.
- Jenny Wren

Women's Circles

I've often had feedback from women attending circle that they don't know what to say, or that they're anxiously hovering over the "unmute" button, worrying they will get it wrong.

Then when they do find they are able to speak they find having an open platform disconcerting. One woman said to me today "I'm not used to people not talking over me"

The dilemma of women everywhere, when what you want and need frightens and overwhelms you. This is what I need, but where do I go from here?

This is so so normal and why held circle spaces are so important for women moving forward in their lives and into their own power. As women we are rediscovering what it means to be together and to make our voices heard. As we are feeling our way into leadership we need structure. Clear boundaries, facilitation and support. I love seeing women making huge leaps and bounds in their confidence as weeks go on.

There is no pressure to talk in circle.

There is no pressure to say and do the right things.

Showing up is enough, you are so enough!

Thank you for giving us a glimpse into your precious life.

“What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.” - Muriel Rukeyser

The Ways

It is a process of returning.

The walls press in around me,

I cannot tell if it is constriction

Or comfort

Now holding me like a seed In the ground.

Outside the land is vast

The mountain mother

Looming over us

Shrouded In mist.

The man sings that everything

Must belong somewhere

I sing under my breath

The words memorised as a girl

"That's why I'm staying here."

Staying here

Sitting in the discomfort

Allowing myself to be buried.

I catch my breath on cold mornings

I hide under blankets

I escape the world, for a time.

I become raw and unmasked

I sink deeper Into the knowledge of not knowing.

It is then that she comes to me

Woman of the trees

Antlers and cloak

Hands me pieces of old treasures

Long forgot

By all save those

Who know where to find them.

They were never lost.

You

Were never lost.