May you know peace,
bright as the sun.
May you know peace,
gentle as the breeze.
May you know peace,
strong as the earth.
May you know peace,
deep as the sea.
Thank you for being a part of Brigid's Grove! This week
shop update includes color experiments in various styles, assorted odds and ends from a mystery box of treasure that I unearthed in the closet recently, and
March #30DaysofGoddess prayerbooks.
This week, I made a new postcard for you with a very early poem of mine. (The postcard is available in
a larger size and
a smaller size since the text is small.) This poem was published in the Girl God's
Mother Earth children's book as well as in my own
Earthprayer book. The final section was converted into a song by Angelique (in the Creative Spirit Circle Facebook group) and we've chosen to use it as the opening song in our ongoing Sacred Body Willendorf Circle that I'm holding in person this year. An older audio of us singing together is
here.
Recent blog posts and resources:
What we are...
Reading:
Listening to:
Working on:
- April prayerbooks.
- Spring colors for March 1 launch.
- March #30DaysofGoddess class as well as getting Wondering and Wise (for perimenopausal people) fixed up as a resource library for those who need it.
Thinking about:
- Recurrent headaches and how sometimes things just happen and you can't really fix them and its not your fault.
- Finding a heron's wing at the river and also a pile of crow feathers.
- Watching hawks on the posts in the vineyard this morning and wondering what they are doing
- The fawn we saw running up the road ahead of us on the way home from a walk and how it just wouldn't leave the road, even though it needed to.
- Booster packs for #30DaysofGoddess and how they are so much more expensive to produce than we had hoped.
Looking forward to:
Today, perhaps you explore
your own realm,
the space you inhabit,
the land you walk on,
the bits of everyday magic
that collect outside your windows
and under your feet.
Perhaps you discover
a cloud never before seen
and never to be seen again.
Perhaps you spot a feather
in the grass,
gray tipped with brown spots.
Perhaps you tilt your head to the sun
and let it soak into you.
Perhaps you feel raindrops
or snowflakes kiss your cheeks.
Perhaps you settle into your body,
into the present moment.
Perhaps you allow yourself
to drop into desire,
to touch the pulse of purpose,
to explore your own life
as worthy of discovery and attention.
Thank you so much for being here!