A Wise Old Crone

10/06/2025

The Dark Goddess lives at a woman's core.
She guards the self.

She is the friend of the soul, whose purpose in your life is to fiercely protect and further the whole process of your learning to live authentically from your core.

She never trades in deceit, she never lies, nor does she veil her power.

She refuses to uphold any relationship that doesn't work, and she tears away at anything within us that is greedy or grasping or infantile.

She continually urges us to reclaim our own power-the power to set limits and shout 'no, and the power to say, 'This is what I will do and this is what I won't do' when we are faced with any sort of abuse or anyone trying to steal our power or dominate us.

~ Leslie Kenton, excerpt from ‘Passage to Power’

Art by Beth Wildwood
Wild Spirit Weaver

10/05/2025

09/26/2025

Earth Woman
Bone Woman
Spiral on the Stone Woman

Sky Woman
Air Woman
Wind in her hair Woman

Fire Woman
Shimmer Woman
Candle glow and glimmer Woman

Water Woman
Rain Woman
Wash away the pain Woman

Wolf Woman
Lone Woman
Maiden, Mother, Crone Woman

Bird Woman
Sing Woman
Feather on the Wing Woman

Cauldron Woman
Moon Woman
Sacred Blood of Womb Woman

Tree Woman
Root Woman
Flower into Fruit Woman

Drum Woman
Come Woman
Dance in Time with All Women

~ Rebekah Myers
copyright © by Rebekah Myers, 9/13/2021
Sacred Sisters Full Moon Circle

Art: Ana Tourian
on Instagram

09/26/2025

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~Citrine~

Image credit Dede Hawkins

09/26/2025

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09/20/2025

Our cup is full…

I believe Mary is Goddess in mourning.

The Wounded Feminine is an archetype in anguish, describing deep psychological, emotional and spiritual scarring of a generational trauma created by the patriarchal betrayal of women, a cycle in perpetuation.

Women’s Grief Cup is full.

~ Claire Dorey, excerpt from “Wounded Feminine: Grieving with Goddess” an anthology by Girl God Books

Art by Lauren Raine

08/25/2025

I will cast a circle
and only those with eyes to see me
will be invited in

I will take all the parts of myself
which have been deemed to be unloveable
my sensitivity
my voice
my rage
my grief
my unworthiness
my too-muchness
my not-enoughness
my loneliness

I will lay an altar
decorated with rose petals and dried sage
I will spread it with the finest Indian silk of midnight blue
and lay upon it stones of raw malachite and lapis, lace agate and tiger’s eye
and wooden bowls filled with sea salt, bark of cedar, beeswax,
storm water, a red ribbon, dust,
oil of mugwort, a lock of my own hair,
a rabbit’s skull and the wing of a hummingbird moth,
the golden bells which were gifted to me by the old woman on the mountain
and the small pebble which I collected from the seashore at sunrise
on the midwinter solstice

In the centre of my altar
I will place an empty bowl
deep enough to hold
all of the things
which were taken from me
and all of the shame
which I was expected to carry

I will light a fire
and dance around the flames
and the earth will be so delighted
to feel my footsteps
that my dancing will turn
lead into goose down
and poison ivy into sweet water

And when I have finished reclaiming myself
and when the last of the flames have died right down
I will pour honey and dark elderberry wine over the ashes
and I will cleanse myself with smoke and salt water
and I will watch as hyssop and wild thyme and poppies sprout from the embers.

~ Caroline Mellor

Art by Ana Tourian

03/03/2025

In remembrance. 🖤 🕯️

Blessed Be.

~Tina~

04/17/2024

Grab the bull by the horns and live this life!!!!

04/13/2024

Talk to your Higher Self. The listen to her...

03/01/2024

“If I had a dollar for every time I heard a woman having a laser like clarity of judgement arise from the depths of her intuition and gut instinct . . .

Only to then second guess and gaslight herself into

“Am I being judgmental?”

“Am I being mean?”

“Maybe I’m wrong?”

“Am I crazy?”

The accuracy with which women so often simply smell s**t and know s**t and then later realize they were correct.

How often this superpower is diminished for being non-logical or irrational.

Or unfeminine.

Or unspiritual.

Like — do y’all not realize you have a witch cauldron in your guts and magical portals embedded in your dna?

How often is your crazy irrational knowing actually the clear bell of sanity?

Just sayin’. “

~ Maya Luna
Deep Feminine Mystery School
www.linktr.ee/thevenuspath

Art by Anna Rączka Art
www.annaraczka-art.blogspot.com

03/01/2024

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