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My pain is really my friend
It reminds me to readjust.
It reminds me to be upright
To find my sit bones,
And move from my center.
It reminds me to listen
To my breathing, my feelings
To pay closer attention.

My pain is my friend,
It warns me of danger,
It makes me slow down,
And modify my behavior.
I have lived a rich life.

I have lived it so fully.
I have made some mistakes.
I have hurt myself.
I forgive myself.
I am also willing to forgive
Those who hurt me.
I think that I have done so,
Then The pain takes me deeper.
And I have to let go. Again.

This is a good thing.
This is compassion.
I thank all the world
For being my teacher.
And I thank all my teachers
For being in the world.



Sometimes I'm a maiden running free
Rockin and rollin in fantasy
Gathering the blossoms of coming spring
With the promises of kisses
My beloved does bring.
Sometimes I'm Mother full and round
Nesting and cooking and tilling the ground
Nurturing babies and giving them life
Celebrating my children.
I've lived the good life.
Sometimes I am wise, I know I'm the Crone
I see the thread and the seeds we have sown
Watching and healing, transforming with sound
Praise be to the Goddess:
Three in me unbound!



Oh Grief my new friend
I never knew
That humans could feel
Such a mighty emotion.
No words can touch
That visceral place
The canyon within us
Which knows no bottom.
I am a deep well
Filling with fire
A slow and cold burn
My mother is gone.
Tears on my pillow
On my sleeve
In my workplace
Come unannounced.
Oh moon you are waning
Pulling my tear tides
On to that dark place
Where comfort abides.
My friends and my family
Are here for each other
My mother is free now
But I am forlorn.
Oh Mother of Darkness
You cover me gently
And whisper inside me
My Mother is near.
I walk in the wind gales
And see summer fading
Even though
It has just begun.
And so is our passing
Like clouds that are racing
Across the blue sky
Before the night falls.
Oh Nature, Great Mother
Please hold me and guide me
And help me find comfort
In nature and  sea.
And let me give solace
To others who need it
For your Priestess and Midwife
I continue to be.



I stuck the Virgin in the dirt today
She was Moms cracked Madonna
I cut my hand on her china skirt fray
Porciline, tears and earth her fate.

My mother died, that is whats real
Mother of Eight standing at the gate.

My hand is bleeding and it stings
The garden awaits her ashes
The great One smiles and I feel Her flames
I listen for Her voice and get hot flashes.
And hear the wind and the chirp of robins.

And my day, my life my blood flows on,
Realizing Death
In all its starkness
Awaits us all.
While the birds sing and the flowers shimmer
My heart throbs quietly with the deeper pulses of the earth.

Ashes await my sprinkling hand
My mother will rejoin the land
As she hands me over to the Ancient One,
Crone so welcome to me.
Mother you hand me over,
Mother to mother your place in the famiy tree
I bow.
I am yours, Mother Mom
Mother Crone I become
Closer To your embrace.



Today the light so diminished into darkness,
I knew I witnessed Fall gently slipping into Winter
In only a California way
I fell down gently to my knees
An then blossoming from the sixties into such a
knowing, as into the millennium
The Crone rose again
The experirnce so much easier to believe
In this sweet knowledge
I find me here in good company
With my Grandmothers and Great Grandmothers yea
With my Dear Mother my
own Blessed Dead
By all my angles may I rise again here
On this Holy Mound.
amen all aum a ho



On 9/11 everything changed.
The wake up call came
To a threat that hides among us.
Blowback, I say
To our Intervention in the Middle East.

The media manufactured
Consent to the Police state
As the visual horror repeated and played
And we wrapped our grief in an American Flag.

Then WE let the war machine spring into place
And begin a campaign
That will bring hell down upon us.

We pound Afghanistan and starve the Iraqis,
And they poison our people.
This is just the beginning.
Goddess help us all!

They all claim they serve the One God.
How can this be so?
What God would kill
The innocent heroes of New York City?
Not the Allah I know.

They are evil
And among us.
Goddess help us all!

They would all kill me.
The Bushs included.
Fundamentalists are dangerous
No matter what religion they claim.
Religious people, they say,
With their partners in Saudi Arabia.
They would kill me for being gay,
For being a witch, an abortionist.
Yet I am America the free.

And I fear for our freedom,
Of the terrorists winning
By having our own government oppress us,

We the people.
Goddess help us all!

The wake up call came
To look at our lifestyles,
To change our priorities,
To find a new way
To find an alternative to Blood for oil
To find a new way
To keep freedom for all.

The soul of America puts out her clear call
For us to find another way
Goddess help us all!

I Release Any Resistance

I release any resistance within me to accept my good.
I accept abundance, joy, honest & loving relationships, a healthy body and
a peaceful mind.
I accept myself for who I am without judgement of criticism of myself.
I accept myself for who I am without rejection of others.
I accept myself for who I am without fear of judgement from others.
I accept myself for who I am without fear of criticism from others.


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