The Divine Feminine : midwife to the Christ consciousness

 

 

Listening to theologian Matthew Fox on the need for a resurgence of the divine feminine in modern spirituality and religion, he noted that Ireland has always been synonymous with ‘the body of the Goddess.’ For those of us familiar with the terrain, the mountains that are known as paps and the rivers likened to lifeblood, this makes supreme good sense.   I have visited many places in many countries with areas of outstanding natural beauty.  Yet, there is the integrity to the land in Ireland that captures the essence of divine femininity. The pantheon of goddesses in Ireland is abundant – Brigit, goddess of inspiration, healing and craft, Maeve, goddess of sovereignty, Áine, goddess of the fairy sídhe, and most ancient goddess of them all, Danu.

 

Brigit

 

Since 2001 I’ve been graced to live in rural NW Ireland close to where the River Shannon originates under Cuilcagh Mountain.  This country residence has deepened an empathic connection with the land and with the Goddess.  My devotion centres on two manifestations of the goddess. Brigit was my initial call from the Divine Feminine; in her Christian saint guise, she is the sort of renaissance women for an age that needs sacred activism.  So interwoven in Irish culture was she, they couldn’t let the goddess qualities of her go. Then in the fifth century arrives the woman with the same name who embodied the goddess’ ‘matronage’ of healing, poetry and smith craft.  She is a liminal figure in myth where the goddess of the Tuatha dé Danaan intermarries with the Formorians. Brigit, both as goddess and Christian saint of medieval Ireland, is an important ‘crossover’ and bridge builder during times when a culture is in transition.

 

I love this story told about the Abbess of Kildare, also known as the ‘Mary of the Gael.’  In this anecdote the saint turns up in Bethlehem on the night Jesus is born and acts as midwife to Mary.  We won’t debate time travel. To me this tale is about how the Divine Feminine is necessary to birth the Christ Consciousness.

 

Come the time. Comes the Divine Feminine Woman to speak to our condition.

 

Danu

 

The other deity who has been central to my spiritually developing consciousness, Danu, is as misty as the arrival of her people, the Tuatha dé Danaan, in Ireland. She came knocking on my consciousness once we had moved close to Slieve Anieran, the mountain where they first arrived in Ireland according to legend. She is very ancient, probably pre-Celtic, a goddess that possibly emigrated out of the Indian subcontinent and then kept moving with the nomadic tribes.  She is sometimes a cognate of Brigit, called her mother.  In my meditations she appears a Grandmother. In this she is the archetypal Cailleach, the crone or hag goddess of winter. The Cailleach is not so much a destroyer as the natural force of nature where the earth dies back in order to renew with spring, the maiden Brigit. She is the mother/destroyer/matrix/creatrix.

 

How do these goddesses breathe into my life?  They are present in the stories I tell as I guide visitors around this sacred landscape.  There is a Cailleach’s Chair a few yards down my lane. Further still is a holy well, sacred to Brigit.  I honour the traditions and celebrate the wheel of the year.  Because the land – the water, the wind, the stones, the spirits- do speak if you listen.

 

She is very alive in the land here. Because of that I consider protecting and stewarding this environment sacred activism. This region is currently under threat from the hydraulic fracturing of shale gas.  The limestone geology that gives us the holy well springs and underground caverns is already splintered.  I feel as if fracking will be an assault on a grandmother’s body, leaving her osteoporotic bones with compression fractures.  And so her spine crumbles.

 

In this very literal way I feel the Ireland as the body of the goddess, the form of the Divine Feminine in the world. It’s important that She remain unmolested. She’s been abused enough elsewhere.

 


Bee Smith
 is a founder member of the Sanctuary of the Divine Feminine and guides tours in NW Ireland to sacred sites.

This blog first appeared on www.patheos.com, women of faith and consciousness.

Sacred Places or Sanctuaries

by Tony Cuckson

The Latin word for sacred gives us the word sanctuary. I am intent on creating a sanctuary here in Cordressogagh, the place of the briars.

The place of the briars is a metaphor for suffering.  We live in a world of duality, a world of opposition.  It is my intention in writing for this blog to invite others beyond opposites into the sacred place of the heart.

There are briars that cut and tear at each other.  I tell the story of the ‘blow in’ – one who comes into a rural place in Ireland with no direct kinship ties to the place. That’s a ‘blow in’. They have been blow in by different circumstances. Those who blow in for the longest time are blown in on the wind of the soul.

In writing I invite soul connection.  It is my love because I know, beyond some theological idea or ideal, that it is the placeless place of real sanctuary from doubt, fear, disappointment and a myriad other travails that prey on each and everyone of us.

You are not who you think you are nor am I who I think I am. You (and I) are not simply a space time form phenomenon that thinks itself separate from all that is and is born of a woman, lives a short time and then dies. That is what most people walking the world think. Then they try and find a kind of security within a dynamic of increased pleasure and avoidance of pain. There is absolutely nothing wrong with increased pleasure. The problem is when it becomes addictive, which is where it leads to increased pain; it tries to solve a problem that cannot be solved in opposition.

We are not simply time and form based entities living between birth and death. We are created as a time based form from the timeless, formless, birthless and deathless spirit of Love. When one does not know this directly – beyond belief- then you have what Master Jesus terms ‘lost  your soul.’

The material world cannot compensate for such a loss. Loss does not mean that it has gone. It does mean that you have gone away from its invitation.  The result is resistance. Increased resistance brings increased suffering. The soul calls you into the unknown but not the unknowable. Its function is to expand you into infinity. Only the ego doesn’t like that much.

There is no sanctuary, no place of peace within attachment to a separate sense of self we call ‘I’, ‘me’, and ‘mine.’ It is a foundation of sinking sand because it is predicated on an illusion created by the senses.  This is that you are separate from creation.

We all have a choice. It is often a moment to moment choice. No one can serve two masters or mistresses. You either serve Love or you serve Fear. You either serve the Timeless or you serve Time. You either serve or you do disservice.

It all begins with intention.  I like to start the day with an intention to be a servant of Love for the highest good of all. During the day I pay attention to how that invitation I’ve invoked of universal intelligence plays though the day.

I have friends who talk about the Law of Attraction and speak of cosmic ordering when in fact they think of the cosmos as one infinite supermarket that gives them what their ego desires.  This is what I call spiritual materialism and is a focus on getting rather than a focus on creating out of the inner world, the environment, that is for the highest good of all.

By making any requests through prayer or meditation, we can make ourselves available to the Divine Act of Availability. I often ask to become an instrument of peace. I ask for the humility to know the way forward. I ask for qualities – compassion, creativity, forgiveness, beauty, grace, insight, wisdom. All of these are qualities that do not rust or corrupt or break down. They expand you into your relationship with Love, with the Infinite, the Divine – and all of these qualities are often considered feminine characteristics in our culture.

Beyond gender, these qualities make anyone more centred. Your focus on the sacred in you then moves outward, expanding to the other and many others.  This is not rescuing, recruited or converting others. It is an expansion that shares those qualities you embody beyond your sense of a being a separate individual amidst billions of other separate individuals doing what they do each day and somewhere along their way losing their soul in the process.

As you walk in the world communing with the qualities of the Sacred you carry sanctuary in your heart, carrying Love in your open heart for others and the good of all.

Morning Glories


“What is it that keeps you locked in struggle? Bless it. What is it that keeps you from extending love? Embrace it. What is it that you can’t trust about your world? Invite it to tea. What is the rage that separates you from your own divinity? Kiss it, deeply. What is the fear that lies within, that whispers such sweet lies that you are not already everything? Bow to it, and surrender.” ~Alyce Walker, Sanctuary of the Divine Feminine.

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A Newbie….continued

In the second of her blogs from newbie member Amy she shares with us her first Goddess Watch.  She’s just set up her altar and opened her notebook and noted the date at the top. Monday, July 15th

 

 

Wait…what?  It was the wrong night!!  Oh NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!  It was supposed to be the 14th!  NOOOOOOO!!! 

I decided, of course, to go ahead with the evening anyways.

 

I sat still and tried my best to calm my mind and hear something.

 

Nothing. 

 

I waited…..   still nothing…..    I waited some more….. still ……  nothing. 

 

My mind became filled with thoughts and self-doubt, “I don’t know what I am doing….  Ugh”…. I sat for a few minutes longer, lit my battery operated candle, wrote a few notes about my altar and how it was set up, and went to bed. I did try to remind myself to be patient, but I have to admit, I was a bit disappointed – in myself, in the universe, in everything.  There was such a build up to this evening.  And now, it was nothing like I had expected it to be.

 

The next day, I awoke, and greeted my altar.  I basically just looked at it, let the battery candle continue to “burn” and headed off to work for the day.

 

That evening I sat again with incense, my candle, the lavender, and chalice filled with fresh water….  I sat.  Tonight, I didn’t have any expectations.  I would try again. 

 

As I sat, focusing on my breathing for probably 20 minutes, I realized I rather liked this feeling of relaxing.  It felt as if I was centering and becoming almost weightless.  As I lost myself in the feeling of being in this space, I started to hear a voice. 

 

by Amy Mossman

by Amy Mossman

 “Wait, I thought… this is just me…..  isn’t it?” I told my questioning mind to just be quiet and relax and listen.

 

What I heard was a kind and gentle and loving voice, telling me to just relax.  “It’s all ok”  I heard.  “things will come as they need to. Just relax and be.”  So that is what I did. 

 

What I heard then, was that it was Maeve, in a form I could understand.  She was there with me.  As my thoughts turned to questioning whether or not I was starting to worship some kind of idol, (as my Christian upbringing would have me believe), she answered that she was here to help guide me and bridge the gap back to my higher self.  There was nothing to be afraid of as I am her, and she is me.

 

Wow!

 

She told me exactly what to do when I wanted to start our time together.  She gave me a “movement” to perform that would help to get me into the right frame of mind, and would let her know I wanted to spend some time with her.  She let me know, in a very loving and non judgmental way, that things will continue to come into my awareness, and it will happen in perfect timing.  I do not need to force it, and I do not need to “try”.  For now, all I need to do is spend time, be present, keep my mind open and willing. Things will unfold exactly as they need to, and the more I do this, the more quickly things will begin to unfold.  These worries and anxieties I have are not necessary.  Not judged, and also not necessary.

 

Since this first evening, I have looked forward to our time together.  Each time at my altar is different.  Sometimes, it is just listening to and “feeling” music. Sometimes, there are insights,.  At other times there seems to be nothing but space. 

 

The great thing is, whatever happens there, it’s all OK.

 

 I have since received my beautiful harmony bowl.  It is absolutely stunning and I love the way it looks on my altar! 

 

I have found, with guidance, so far, it is just about letting go. Listening, relaxing, feeling, loving or however else I feel inspired.  It has been made clear to me that this is just an initial step in learning to be comfortable in this new realm of thought.  There is no hurry, as again, things will unfold perfectly.  I will become more in tune and more active (in a sense), perhaps, as time goes on, but for now, this is the way it is meant to be.  It, and I, are all part of the whole.  It’s beautiful and calming and I love it!  I can’t wait to see what time and experience and light will bring.

A ‘newbie’ joins

 

In a series of blogs ‘absolute beginner’ Amy describes how her spiritual path crossed and has been woven into the Sanctuary of the Divine Feminine.

When Siobhán asked if I would be interested in joining the Sanctuary I thought to myself “oh my gosh!. There is no way I could possibly have anything to offer this group.  I don’t know the first thing about this stuff!” After reading some of the entries and articles, it became quickly apparent to me that these women (and men) were deeply in tune with something I was not. Everything they wrote seemed to flow with such poetic ease, with little to no effort, and was filled with a passion, integrity, spirit and an understanding I had not experienced.  Needless to say, I felt somewhat intimidated, but was admittedly intrigued, and interested in learning more. I am a great believer in encounters and occurrences coming into my path for a reason, and felt this was, perhaps, a sign of something greater. I was recently moving through a very difficult period in my life, and had felt within my own being, a shift in something feminine, being called to become more in tune with my intuition and nature as a whole.

Transformation -Amy Mossman

Transformation -Amy Mossman

Siobhán immediately took me under her wing and gently encouraged me to select a Goddess, an element, a direction. Not having any idea what any of this meant, I did my best to listen to my intuition, and when I wasn’t sure, the other women in the group helped.  It was decided.  Maeve, (and Cerridwen),Water, West. 

Now… what to do with this information ?

 Siobhán sent the watch list.  I would be the 7th watch in the west.  Again, what exactly did this mean?  I had absolutely no idea!  Siobhan had been kind enough to try to explain it, but it just wasn’t clicking.  It was all so new!  I felt anxious, fearful and uncertain.  I wanted answer

As the evening of the 7th watch approached, setting up my altar became my focus. As I hadn’t yet received my bowl, I did my best to collect some things from my childhood, a few things from our yard, a book to write in… but what else?  What would be meaningful enough?  Should official cloths, knives, candles and statues be ordered? Did they have this type of thing on Amazon?

Maeve's Cairn, Knocknarea, Ireland by Tina Rock

Maeve’s Cairn, Knocknarea, Ireland by Tina Rock

Looking through a book from my daughter, I quickly flipped through the pages to the chapter on “setting up an altar”… let’s see… I would need a book of shadows, a wand (a wand?) a statue of the goddess, a special color-coded cloth, sage smudge, incense, a fancy chalice, a bowl of water with sea salt, an athame (what the heck was that?), a bowl of …..charcoal?  The list went on….

 Knowing funds were limited, I focused on finding things around my own home.  Perhaps those other items could be purchased later when I had a better grip on this whole thing.  Then, almost immediately, things started to “show themselves”…a piece of fabric from the skirt of my mother who had passed, a cool metal chalice that somehow made it from my childhood and through countless moves, a couple of ceramic bowls from a local renaissance fair, a cork cup my daughter recently brought back from Portugal, a  notebook I never took the time to write in, berries and flowers from our garden….  Oh, and just for good measure, a wand my son had whittled about 10 years ago with the introduction of the Harry Potter Saga – it kind of made me laugh… a wand…. I chuckled and shook my head. Was I going crazy? Oh well.  These things would have to do for no

When the evening came, the altar was prepared with fresh flowers, a brand new candle, incense, and my other little goodies.  Whew… ok…even though I did not yet have the special Harmony Bowl, this felt pretty right.  I made up a kind of “cleansing ceremony, waving incense around my altar and space in a clockwise direction, awkwardly stating my intentions, although quite vague. I sat and lit the votive with the sacred wick from Brigit… took a couple of deep breaths….. ahhh!  Finally…. Sitting here on my tuffet… in front of my beautiful altar, things were just beginning.  I sat for about 2 minutes before I became antsy…my mind was going a mile a minute…. “Maybe I should write about my experience and thoughts so far…” so the pen was at hand, I labeled the inner cover of the book and started my entry by listing the date at the top of the page…. Monday, July 15th

 

 

Because I love her Best of Any


This blog is written to share what it is to connect with that spiritual dynamic referred to as the Divine Feminine.  Each of us will have our personal views on this matter.  For this writer and storyteller this dynamic is a journey into the endless journey of Love.


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I was thinking about what I might write to begin this blog.  I wasn’t sure how I might begin but I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea.  While in the kitchen I began to sing a song.  This is an old English folksong called Annan Water. (listen to song by Kate Rusby).  There are some lines in this song that read and are sung:-

….and I will cross the stream tonight
because I love her best of any.

These lines are the lines sung by a lover.  In many old folk songs and stories the hero/ine is asked to risk for Love.  In the song Annan Waters is not a little stream but is a river that is dark and wondrous deep.

This is a metaphor for the deep unconsciousness we each are asked to cross in order to come to the one we love best of any.  This is not the love of dualistic relationship but the love of Oneness met beyond the dark stream of separateness called “me,” and “my” and m”mine.”

The lover drowns in the stream.  The Annan Water is to deep and too strong to swim.  The song speaks of building a bridge in order that lovers can meet without drowning.  Except that mystics, the ones who know of the Divine Feminine, know that one must enter the waters that are the deep unconscious and willing drown – willingly die to the idea of a lover separate from the Beloved.  This is not a physical drowning but a psychological merging into the waters of your unconscious.

Many of us are building bridges to cross our personal Annan Water.  I see this in friends and especially within spiritual groups.  The bridge they build across the deep waters is the bridge called “detachment.”  They avoid conflict.  They avoid the deep dark waters of intimate personal relationship that drags them down.  They are detached and unemotional.  They have built a bridge across their embodiment as matter to the heart and avoided the dark murky waters of emotionality in between.

Deep water is the symbol of the depth of the unconscious.  In Ireland this is symbolized by meeting with the woman who live in the waters and on the islands that are far away in distant and magical lands.  Out of this depth arises the potential to move beyond opposites and into the unity of the heart – the sanctuary.  The place where you, the lover, meets with the Beloved.

Are you willing to be what Buddhists call a stream entrant – one who enters the stream of living consciousness for the sake of Love? Are you willing to drown in the waters of the deep so that you can be a servant for Loves purpose?  I am not inviting a physical drowning but the invitation to the dewdrop of personality to merge with the Ocean of Divine Love.

I cross this stream tonight and every night.  I do this as a practice because I love her best of any.  I swim in the waters of the deep through the daily practices of meditation, prayer and dreams.  Dreams are the language of the soul – the language of symbols that invite you into the wholeness and holiness of who you are.

The bridge across the Annan Water can only be built by those who have crossed the stream to the other shore and built it as a love gift to all those who are suffering without meaning.  Suffering is a given.  Suffering without meaning is hell on earth.  This is a kind of drowning that takes you deeper into separateness rather than a drowning that takes you into Oneness.   No one on the spiritual path can simply stand and watch as others drown.

Neither should you jump into the deep waters and try and rescue them.  Best take them and advise them of the dangers of swimming in the dark and wondrous water.  Better to teach them about the undercurrents and flows of their unique relationship to this deep place, which paradoxically speaking is the place one journeys through to find sanctuary.

Annan Water is wondrous deep.  It mirrors the depth of the wonder tale that the waters of the unconscious are inviting you to swim in and venture to the other shore beyond time and space.  The experience is divine and detached in the real meaning of the experience.  The experience is joy in one’s true self – a placeless place of forever allowing love to use you for Love’s purpose.

-Tony Cuckson

A Place of Peace

I open my eyes and it is dark outside, the hour before the dawn.  Quietly slipping out of bed I walk through the silent house to my sacred space and light the sacred Flame in the Harmony Bowl.  The water from the holy well reflects the candlelight as I sink down on my meditation cushion before the altar to begin my devotions.

I put my hands together in the age old gesture of prayer and call in the Guardian spirits to honor and bless the space, and to express gratitude for their presence in my life.  I begin working with the breath, inhaling and exhaling, as my mind becomes quiet and I slowly access that space of peace in the center of my heart.  It has taken much practice to be able to do this fairly easily, and it helps to begin before the cares of the day fill my mind.

Across the screen of my awareness images flit by of other altars in other places and times, of devotees sitting as I sit, in honor of the sacred,  seeking that essence of Oneness and unity for which we all long.  Wondering if this will be the day Grace will descend and transport us outside of our normal awareness as we experience a level of beauty and energy within that we could never find by ourselves.

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Those moments are a gift and with time and practice we learn to wait patiently, knowing that nothing we can do will bring them to us any more quickly or with certainty.  We learn that we must prepare the space of our being through our devotions in whatever form they call us, and then wait.  Sooner or later Grace will come.  It could be years, it could be days, it doesn’t matter as we continue to perfect our practice until we are able to let go of even that level of expectation.

As the light of the dawn creeps across the landscape outside my window I reflect on how very blessed I am to have been called to the path of honoring the sacred, and the happiness and joy that fill my heart when I begin my practice.  It is the compass which directs my life and when I begin the day in this way everything seems to flow more smoothly.  The challenges and difficulties always come as they do for us all but somehow, as the years go by, I find it less difficult to come to terms with whatever is presenting itself no matter how painful it may be.  

And this the gift, to find a way to live that is graceful in the midst of the storms of life, while bringing us to a place of peace within that nothing outside of us can touch.

-Siobhán MacMahon

Sacred Circle

The cold months when the trees stand naked has always been my favorite time of year. I love to see the surprising structures of my friends that hide beneath leaves the rest of the year. I love the red browns and grey browns and purple browns and green browns of their trunks in winter, the lichens, shining little spots of pure green on the shadow sides.

full path to the circle by Victorain Pendragon

 The path to my circle lies in plain view when the woodland grasses have died back as does the circle itself. I keep the path clear so that if the space is needed the way is easy. It took me a full four seasons to find and carry and place the rocks where they wanted to be and when the circle was complete Mother Earth mirrored it for about a year, creating – out of fallen vines – another right beside it. It’s a sweet spot and open to anyone here who feels the need of a space dedicated to the sacredness of life.

sacred circle -victoria

 

-Victoria Pendragon   

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Sacred Places-Sanctuaries

 st. patrick's well by tina rock

st. patrick’s well by tina rock

The Latin word for sacred gives us the word sanctuary. I am intent on creating a sanctuary here
in Cordressogagh, the place of the briars.

The place of the briars is a metaphor for suffering. We live in a world of duality, a world of
opposition. It is my intention in writing for this blog to invite others beyond opposites into the
sacred place of the heart.

There are briars that cut and tear at each other. I tell the story of the ‘blow in’ – one who comes
into a rural place in Ireland with no direct kinship ties to the place. That’s a ‘blow in’. They have
been blow in by different circumstances. Those who blow in for the longest time are blown in on
the wind of the soul.

In writing I invite soul connection. It is my love because I know, beyond some theological idea
or ideal, that it is the placeless place of real sanctuary from doubt, fear, disappointment and a
myriad other travails that prey on each and everyone of us.

You are not who you think you are nor am I who I think I am. You (and I) are not simply a space
time form phenomenon that thinks itself separate from all that is and is born of a woman, lives
a short time and then dies. That is what most people walking the world think. Then they try and
find a kind of security within a dynamic of increased pleasure and avoidance of pain. There is
absolutely nothing wrong with increased pleasure. The problem is when it becomes addictive,
which is where it leads to increased pain; it tries to solve a problem that cannot be solved in
opposition.

We are not simply time and form based entities living between birth and death. We are created as
a time based form from the timeless, formless, birthless and deathless spirit of Love. When one
does not know this directly – beyond belief- then you have what Master Jesus terms ‘lost your
soul.’

The material world cannot compensate for such a loss. Loss does not mean that it has gone.
It does mean that you have gone away from its invitation. The result is resistance. Increased
resistance brings increased suffering. The soul calls you into the unknown but not the
unknowable. Its function is to expand you into infinity. Only the ego doesn’t like that much.

There is no sanctuary, no place of peace within attachment to a separate sense of self we
call ‘I’, ‘me’, and ‘mine.’ It is a foundation of sinking sand because it is predicated on an illusion
created by the senses. This is that you are separate from creation.

We all have a choice. It is often a moment to moment choice. No one can serve two masters or
mistresses. You either serve Love or you serve Fear. You either serve the Timeless or you serve
Time. You either serve or you do disservice.

It all begins with intention. I like to start the day with an intention to be a servant of Love for
the highest good of all. During the day I pay attention to how that invitation I’ve invoked of
universal intelligence plays though the day.

I have friends who talk about the Law of Attraction and speak of cosmic ordering when in fact
they think of the cosmos as one infinite supermarket that gives them what their ego desires. This
is what I call spiritual materialism and is a focus on getting rather than a focus on creating out of
the inner world, the environment, that is for the highest good of all.

By making any requests through prayer or meditation, we can make ourselves available to the
Divine Act of Availability. I often ask to become an instrument of peace. I ask for the humility
to know the way forward. I ask for qualities – compassion, creativity, forgiveness, beauty, grace,
insight, wisdom. All of these are qualities that do not rust or corrupt or break down. They expand
you into your relationship with Love, with the Infinite, the Divine – and all of these qualities are
often considered feminine characteristics in our culture.

Beyond gender, these qualities make anyone more centred. Your focus on the sacred in you
then moves outward, expanding to the other and many others. This is not rescuing, recruited or
converting others. It is an expansion that shares those qualities you embody beyond your sense
of a being a separate individual amidst billions of other separate individuals doing what they do
each day and somewhere along their way losing their soul in the process.

As you walk in the world communing with the qualities of the Sacred you carry sanctuary in
your heart, carrying Love in your open heart for others and the good of all.

Tony Cuckson 2013

Divine Feminine Day to Day

This energy, this Divine Feminine, the essence of it all, is to me what the concept ‘God’ is
for others, an eternal life spring, endlessly cycling, existing in a way that is far beyond my
comprehension. Ineffable.

I have never been able to name this thing, never been comfortable hitching it to any name or
any being that bears even the slightest hint of personality because for me that feels limiting and
although I know that in limiting by naming one can begin, perhaps, to better grasp the concept
– or at least a part of it – for me it steals the Mystery and the Mystery, the inability to know, to
even begin to comprehend, is what makes this essence awesome…and I love the passion of it.

My life is defined by ritual and all my rituals are plain, straightforward things. I address the
foods I cook with, connect with them, with the soil in which they grew, with the people who
planted them, harvest them, packed them, drove them, displayed them, sold them to me. Making
a meal, eating a meal, having a snack, washing my face, placing something in the trash…it’s all
sacred to me as what it is, part of a cycle. The same holds true for almost every moment I spend.
Connection – my part in the vast, unknowable whole, my link in whatever chain I’m in – is never
far from my mind.

My life is rich, endlessly fascinating and engaging. Life has wrapped me in a mantle of love and
all is as it should be.

-Victoria Pendragon © 2013