One Day in March

I remember that day I chose to take Grief as my lover. It was not a long courtship, rife with dinner dates and romantic getaways. There were no whispered sweet nothings. There was only a headlong dive into Grief’s outstretched arms and total annihilation of my carefully constructed inner walls. Continue reading One Day in March

The Divine Feminine eats Transformation for Breakfast

Back in July (2016), I was asked by a friend to write a piece about the divine feminine. It took a while for it to come together, and finally a month later, this is what emerged.  It isn’t so much that it was difficult, it was that I was resisting the final piece, the bit that made me go a-ha! and see how it all comes together. I was trying to make it pretty. It was only when I realised that; when I allowed the Divine Feminine’s fierce power to wash over me in waves of ecstatic memory, that the pieces clicked into place. What I wrote wasn’t in line with the compassionate feminine the friend had hoped to see. I understand her reluctance. There Continue reading The Divine Feminine eats Transformation for Breakfast

An Interview with the Wild Feminine

I step cautiously into the room, unsure of what I’ll find, not wanting to disturb this elusive creature. There she is, dancing ecstatically, to music only she can hear. I’m frozen on the spot, blinded by her radiance. As she spins, she catches sight of me and beckons me further into the room, into the dance. I mutter something weak, like, ‘oh, but there’s no music…’ and the sudden peal of her laughter awakens something long-dormant in my soul. ‘I know her,’ I think, and then the moment is gone as quickly as it arrived. I sit down, all formal and professional, not sure what to do in the presence of this wildness. I wait, as she dances and spins and laughs. I watch silently, Continue reading An Interview with the Wild Feminine