Danu, Danu, Danu
Three times round we go
Moonwise in our circle
Dancing with the flow.
Danu, Danu, Danu
Three times round we spin
To waken all the Sidhe
In the mound within
Danu, Danu, Danu
Three times round we dance
Lead us to the Otherworld
Spinning in our trance.
Danu, Danu, Danu
Three times round we sing
Happy all together
In the Faerie Ring.
Danu, Danu, Danu
Flowing rivers and streams
We are bathed in your love.
Danu, Danu, Danu
Your Body, this beautiful Land
We suckle at your Breast.
Mother of All
Redeemer of Souls
Source of all that is Holy.
Bring peace to all who suffer.
Bring health to all who are ill.
Bless us this morning as we arise.
Bless us with food and drink
A warm hearth for all
And shelter from the storms.
We offer you sweet milk
Our bread and fruit, gifts for you
With grateful hearts, we share.
Danu, Danu, Danu
Flowing rivers and streams
We are bathed in your love.
Danu, Danu, Danu
Your Body, this beautiful Land
We suckle at your Breast.
Mother of All
Redeemer of Souls
Source of all that is Holy.
Cardea, in your starry castle at the hinge of the universe, we call to you and your son, Eurus who echoes memories of new growth and springtime. You who looks forward and backward in time, blow your sweet breath upon us. Allow us to feel you on our skin, the gentle wind blowing on our faces as we open to you in the morning.
Cardea, in your starry castle at the hinge of the universe, we call to you and your son, Notus who speaks to us of the brilliance and warmth of the summer Sun. Remind us of the joy of children who skip along, hand in hand, swinging their arms, singing songs of summer.
Cardea, in your starry castle at the hinge of the universe, we call to you and your son, Zephyrus who sings of the Cauldron of Rebirth. Open the door to allow that which is no longer useful to us to leave. At the same time open us to the flow of life as we birth newness into each day.
Cardea, in your starry castle at the hinge of the universe, we call to you and your son, Boreas who whispers to us of Life-in-Death, and hints at the seeds within the fallen fruit. Ground us in the knowledge that we shall always find sustenance and renewal in the nurturing life on Earth.
Cardea, Mother, whose power is to open what is shut and to shut what is open, remind us always to listen to the winds.
Holly
Holly trees are rarely allowed to grow to their full height of sixty-five feet and are instead trimmed down as hedges or ornamental bushes.
I am a Holly Tree. Many of us are Holly Trees. As strong women – women whose voices want to shout out to the world – women who have a really hard time being silent in the face of injustice – women who rebel at being the fairer sex – rebel at being trimmed down or at being ornamental bushes!
From early in life the process of being “trimmed down” begins. We are silenced – shushed – trained to be “good little girls” and not assertive – bold or daring!
I am a Holly Tree who has not been trimmed – a Holly Tree who has grown to her full height – a Holly Tree with full spiky leaves – sharp barbs – rich color – full and robust berries – a battle waging spear – who will not – can not – be silent in the face of injustice. A Holly Tree – strong and tall in service to Goddess!
Deanne
Hard thrust
you forced your way
through Her body
breaking layers of rock
penetrating Her surface
exposing Her under layers…
proudly erect
you stand
as a symbol
of raw power
beginnings
so much still hidden
unrevealed
tender
held close
uncurling slowly
surely
revealing
layer after layer
of what might be
will be
yielding
strong
vital
alive
opening
unfolding
becoming
I am a child of the Earth.
I live and breathe, walk and dance upon Her face.
She is my source and I learn from Her each day. This I know…
Life begins in the dark as Desire.
Deep in that dark place life begins to form, taking root and becoming…..
As life stirs…… deep in the Mother’s Belly,
there is a gentle quickening, movement
that alerts us to a “knowing”
of the presence of something yet to come.
As the Earth prepares Herself with warmth,
the rains and waters come and flood the land,
nourishing the soil in which She is creating new life.
Earth and Water and Fire
come together and Form continues to take shape.
One last thing is needed.
Just as new form emerges,
She breathes Air upon it.
Her Breath, giving Life to all that She has nurtured.
Earth and Water and Fire and Air
Her Breath ~ https://herbreath.com
breathing life into all, we open to Her gift ~ a partnership in co-creating all that you can be ~
spiritual mentoring and wellness coaching
Old Woman, you stand with your feet at the water’s edge,
Your old skin gnarled and rough,
With heavy thighs marked by signs that people left.
What was their need that they left their names
And jagged hearts for me to see?
It must have been hard for you
Feeling the sharp point of the knife
Making cuts on your skin.
But in your most holy sacred place
You embraced their gifts and made them a part of you.
Old Tattooed Woman, your bark
Holds memories of those who were here before me
Their names marking your skin.
See? Your arms are wide and strong
Offering shade for those held in your embrace.
I wish to be like you and take in what hurts
And weather the pain by toughening up
Like you, I will be made strong by life’s pointed edges,
Made wiser by honoring what is,
And made holy by embracing what comes.
Ancient One,
your roots hold fast to the Earth drawing strength.
Your white hair
shimmers against the sun and speaks to me of wisdom.
Ancient One,
you rise through granite, claiming this space, standing ground.
Your gnarled branches reach out
across the rocks
holding Her close to you.
Old Wise One,
If I lay in your arms
will I be one with you?
Ancient One,
if I rest curled in your roots,
will I know wisdom too?
Ancient One,
for just this moment,
may I be with you?