My Goddess She Is Needed

originally posted July, 2018 by Caryn MacGrandle My Goddess does not have perky breasts, thrust up and held up by an underwire. She is large, maternal, dark and free. My Goddess does not wear tiny shorts, a sexy top and shimmer and shake for your benefit. She is naked and moves with confidence and power: […]

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The Heartbeat of Mother Earth: Reclaiming Women Drummers

When I went to ALisa Starkweather’s Daughter of the Earth events several years back, the women drummers made one of the biggest impressions on me.  It was the first thing I heard.  Drumming. Accompanied by a keening and loud … I want to say crying but it was more like yowling. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ […]

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Back Off Wednesday: Now THAT is a Tradition I Sink My Teeth Into

Owens Cross Roads, Alabama.  Long before Owen’s claimed his crossroads, the Land I live on was stewarded by the Shawandasse Tula, the S’atsoyaha Yuchi and the Cherokee.  We just got through another Thanksgiving an American holiday built on domination and patriarchy.  Several years ago, I became vegetarian, but my adult son’s boss bought all his […]

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Crone’s Chant Lyrics

In Her Name There is an old woman I am beginning to know x2 Out of the darkness and into the cave, I go x2 Death to me, the mother Death to me, the girl Honor to me, the wise old crone Here to lead the world

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