Tuesday, January 11, 2022

The Neurodivergent Goddess - Words and art by Kat Shaw


To the Goddess who is impulsive, restless and spontaneous.
To the Goddess who has an abundance of energy that cannot be controlled.
To the Goddess who is curious, asking never-ending questions, inventive, creative, fast-paced.
To the Goddess who has spent her whole life learning to compensate for her quirks.
To the Goddess who has learnt to suppress her natural instincts to conform.
To the Goddess who compulsively checks and organises to the extreme to avoid making mistakes.
To the Goddess who lives in fear of not living up to the expectations of others.
To the Goddess who berates herself every day for being different.
To the Goddess who never feels she does enough.
To the Goddess who tries desperately to keep her focus on conversations so as not to appear distracted or rude.
To the Goddess with social anxiety who tries desperately to learn how to fit in to society.
To the Goddess who constantly wonders what she will mess up next.
To the Goddess who dissociates when she becomes overwhelmed.
To the Goddess who cannot be still for a prolonged period.
To the Goddess who hyper focusses and forgets there is a world outside the task in hand.
To the Goddess with the constantly racing mind.
To the Goddess who doesn’t fit in.
To the goddess who is distraught at the realisation that there will never be enough time in the world to complete every idea in their head.
To the Goddess whose life is built upon a web of coping mechanisms.
To the Goddess who over plans constantly to feel safe.
To the Goddess who feels like she is constantly letting people down.
To the Goddess who is burnt out trying to blend into what she believes she should be.
To the Goddess who has never found her place on the earth.
To the Goddess who feels so intensely that every emotion is all-consuming.
To the Goddess who feels numb because she has too many emotions that she cannot process.
To the Goddess who has shut down.
To the Goddess who doesn’t feel safe with themselves.
To the Goddess who strives connection and company but struggles with social interaction.
To the Goddess who cries silently to themselves.
To the Goddess who doesn’t understand why she is rejected.
To the Goddess who lacks self esteem and never feels enough.
But also feels she is too much.
To the Goddess who over works constantly because she doesn’t feel worthy just being herself.
To the goddess who is called prolific, when really she would love to stop but cannot.
To the Goddess who has to constantly justify her worth.
To the Goddess whose leg never stops tapping.
To the Goddess who is exhausted when she wakes up.
To the Goddess whose best friend is insomnia.
To the Goddess who cannot turn off that 1 line of a song going over and over and over and over.
To the Goddess who is compulsive.
To the Goddess who is obsessive.
To the Goddess who feels unsafe because the routine has changed at the last minute.
To the Goddess who always feels on the outside.
To the Goddess who cannot focus.
To the Goddess who cannot regulate their emotional responses and then berates herself for acting up.
To the Goddess who is constantly tired.
To the Goddess is always on red alert.
To the Goddess who beats herself up.
To the Goddess who does not stop. Ever.
To the Goddess who wants to be held.
To the Goddess who wants to be seen.
I see you.
I am you.
I love you.
And I hold you in my arms to breathe.
You are not alone.
Come back into your body because you are magnificent.
Exactly as you are.

From Rainbow Goddess: Celebrating Neurodiversity - Scheduled for 2022.

Call for Submissions can be found here.

Creativity, Aliveness and Embodied Education by Kay Turner


Art by Arna Baartz

Creativity 🌟 Soul embodiment 🌟 Self-expression 🌟 Lifeforce 🌟 Aliveness 🌟

I used to think and believe I wasn't creative, having failed to flourish at school in subjects labelled 'creative' such as art, drama, textiles. These subjects were 'prescribed', straight jacketed and bound by curriculum rules like all the others of course. What was 'defined' as creativity in school was narrow and restrictive. There were rules, expectations and criteria to meet in order to achieve. ALL subjects existed in an educational system which extinguished any originality and authentic creative spark. They still do now.

Creativity is:

✨ the ability to transcend traditional ideas, rules, patterns, relationships, or the like, and to create meaningful new ideas, forms, methods, interpretations, etc

✨ originality, progressiveness, or imagination


It doesn't just mean we are gifted artists, poets, clothes designers (although this may be how we embody it). To be creative means we are progressive, think and live outside if the box, don't 'conform' to norms, don't settle into the expected, won't 'be told', continually receive, express and seek meaning.

It means we choose to embody Soul - our unique Light and express Self - our fullest authenticity. It means we choose Life and energetically express what aliveness wants to animate through us.

Having reclaimed my inexhaustible creative flow I am now curious about how we can educate and learn in a way which nurtures and cultivates creativity in our society.

Insanity is trying to solve issues, problems and challenges with the same mind, methods, thoughts which caused them. Our education system as it exists isn't working. Are our children really thriving and well? Are we?

This year I am delighted that I am authoring a Girl God book, Embodied Education, with my co-author husband, Dan Aldred, which will address some of these issues, alongside the absence and impact of and solution for embodiment in education. We want to hear about your experiences and your voice as part of the research process and will be putting out a call for shares soon.

Kay Turner
Education. Evolution. Embodiment.

Neurodiversity is a Feminist Issue by Kay Turner


Painting by Leticia Banegas

“Neuro” means “relating to the nerves or nervous system,” which includes the brain. Neurological differences—or neurodiversity—are the differences in brain structure, chemistry, and functioning that are associated with differences in sensory perception, cognitive functioning, and mental health. As with other human variations—size, culture, temperament, etc.—these differences can lead to a variety of different outcomes and needs. Diversity, including neurodiversity, is what makes each of us unique, and gives our species the remarkable capacity to invent and adapt to changing circumstances.'' -Dona Matthews Ph.D., Psychology Today

Girl God books is inviting submissions for an Anthology called Rainbow Goddess - Celebrating Neurodiversity. Around 15-20% people are ‘neurodiverse’. There is a significant gender bias in diagnosis, and many girls and women are overlooked, missed or misdiagnosed. Why? Some of the reasons given include that they don’t fit the model and social norm of neurodiversity (which by the way, is based on male presentation) and that they are quieter, try harder to fit in and camouflage (conditioned to be ‘good girls’). Increasing numbers of females are ‘officially’ or self-diagnosed in adulthood and grieving the impact of poor mental health and not being able to thrive, due to a lack of celebration of their uniqueness, the gifts they do have, self-understanding, rights and reasonable adjustment at work.

For these reasons and many others Neurodiversity is a feminist issue.

The intention of this upcoming Anthology is to address and celebrate Neurodiversity in Women and as an aspect of Rainbow Goddess. It is a thanksgiving for the creativity, imagination, self-awareness, super-power sensitivity, problem-solving, planning abilities, resilience and ways of seeing the world through a different lens and the solutions that brings for societal issues that these women offer. It is a reclamation, call for change and ‘outing’ of systemic and insidious sexism.

Call for submissions is on the Girl God blog or access by clicking here.

Kay Turner
Educate. Evolve. Embody.

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

The Face of Defiance by Sionainn McLean


Art by Molly Roberts

“LOL! But she died, what was the point?”

Every time there is a discussion somewhere on Boudicca, I see words similar to this. I can’t help but feel incredulous and angry.

Cu Chulainn.



Leonidas I.


Ragnar Lothbrook.


William Wallace.

To name a few.

Few men ever say “but they died, what was the point” about these “heroes” because they were men, standing up for what they believed in, fighting for their cause, facing their deaths proudly.

So why do they shake their heads at Boudicca’s story? She died like her male counterparts, a message to the world in her actions – It was better to die fighting than it was to live on your knees.

It’s almost as if women are held to a different standard. Men can live and die by the sword – avenging injustice, claiming what’s “theirs,” and fighting for what they believe in. For these men, few ever laugh and say, “but they died,” as if victory is only ever measured by staying alive.

But when the topic of Boudicca is raised, that’s what I hear them do. The fact is that after her husband died, after her lands were stolen, after she was publicly whipped and after her daughters were raped, she picked up a spear and shield, and led her army to battle. She destroyed Camulodunum and burned Londinium and Verulamium, killing 70,000–80,000 in her wrath. Does that mean nothing, simply because she was a woman?

We women have the heart of a warrior, the soul of a mama bear protecting her cubs. Inside each of us is a piece of Boudicca. But when we are children, society tries to stamp it out.

Be Ladies.

Sugar and spice and everything nice.

Don’t swear.

Girls cry so easily.

Why are you so emotional? Is it that time of the month?

Don’t get muddy and dirty, girls are clean creatures.

Don’t shout.

Don’t learn to fight, or use weapons, or shoot big guns (Though sometimes you can carry this cute little camo pink gun, just in case you are foolish enough to put yourself in a situation where you could get robbed or raped.)

Don’t get raped.

Go to college to get your degree, but don’t make more money than your potential husband.

Be slim and fit, but not so you can fight. Do it so you look great on a man’s arm.

Die as an old widow, content with your children and grandchildren, tame and peaceful.

Our piece of Boudicca never gets stamped out though, it’s just pushed inside us, deep and forgotten. Sometimes a piece shines through, when we need to protect our children, our loved ones, even our homes, but in the end, society makes us push it back. Be tamed, Boudicca. You should’ve rolled over to the Romans.

Had it been her husband Prasutagus, would these same men be jeering the man that he avenged his wife and daughters by burning cities? Would they dismiss the fact that he fought to the end to protect his people from slavery, a fate many might consider worse than death? Or would they lift his name in awe and consider him someone to emulate, a true hero to look up to? Of course they would. He would’ve died a hero, sword in hand, fighting for honorable reasons: justice, freedom, defiance.

I look at the story of Boudicca, and I wonder what she was like before the Romans came along. I bet she was a strong-willed child who got dirty, who played against the boys, training in case she ever needed to fight. I bet she was a generous lover to her husband, and she loved her daughters more than life itself.

I bet she laughed a lot, and enjoyed the beautiful warm days, and found meaning in the cold dark days. I wonder if she howled at the moon, in a moment of sheer bliss for her untamed, wild self, her unrestrained emotions and desires. I bet she worshipped strong Gods, and when her world shattered, I wonder if she had a moment of weakness, and asked why? Why her? Why her children, why her husband?

Boudicca, in her grief, might’ve realized that the Roman army itself was enormous, and what could one person do? The Gods don’t grant wishes, they only give us the means to chase them. Did Andraste hand Boudicca her spear and tell her to fight, to extract her vengeance where she could? Maybe she knew it was a lost cause but chose to fight nonetheless. Because in the end, she knew her people would die anyway – either as slaves to the Romans, or as free people.

And her vengeance she had. She wiped out everyone at Camulodunum, and then burned the cities of Londinium and Verulamium. Her armies showed no mercy, just as the Romans had shown no mercy to her or her daughters. Her wrath was so strong that Nero himself almost gave up, almost withdrawing his troops from Briton.

However, it was not meant to be. The Iceni were not equipped for the last battle against Suetonius and his men, and perhaps Boudicca and her generals got too arrogant, after so many victories. We can never know why it befell as it did that day, only that it did, with Boudicca’s fate being death by her own hands. I choose to believe a woman so determined to defy Rome would rather have taken her own life rather than give them the satisfaction of taking her alive. To say she died in any other way was only to minimize her impact and shame her.

But Boudicca was as brave, if not braver than any man. She was... she IS the face of defiance against oppression, someone whose name should be on the lips of our daughters and sons. Boudicca, guided by Andraste, had her revenge against the wrongs Rome inflicted upon her and her people. May we learn from her strength, and her mistakes, and when faced with oppression, invoke her presence so our spears land true. So that we understand that some things are worth fighting for, and all fights have a risk of death. We should not back away from those fights because we are afraid.

Sionainn McLean is a polytheist fire witch, on a crazy spiritual journey over the last 25 years. She has worked with The Morrigan for 5+ years. She is currently studying to get her certificate in Community Ministry, as well as a Spiritual Direction certificate with Cherry Hill Seminary. She is also studying magic and shamanistic practice with Three Worlds, One Heart School of Mystery. She’s also a mom, wife, writer, and gardener.

Tuesday, January 4, 2022

Patriarchal Perpetuation of Trauma by Kay Turner


Art by Arna Baartz

Too much. Sit still. Too slow.
You’re wrong! I’m right!
Be grateful for all they did for you.
Take the Pill. Any pill.

You’re unstable. Your depression is back.
Write it down to get it off your chest.
That’s not how we do things.
Take a paracetamol.

Just breathe and let it pass.
Stop doodling.
That’s the wrong answer.
Have a hysterectomy.

I think you need to see a professional.
Write in full sentences.
We haven’t got time for questions (or feelings).
Botox? Or at least a cream.

It’s too late to report it.
It’s your word against his now.
Memory is subjective.
There’s no forensic evidence.

You’ll understand if I don’t agree.
Or disagree, or challenge them,
Or support you.
They’ll come after me if I do.

Don’t feel.
Don’t feel your body.
Don’t feel.
Don’t feel and express.

God is male.
Meditation heals. Still your mind.
Ascend. Out. Up. Leave.
Higher states of consciousness are where it’s at.

Don’t feel.

Poem from our upcoming anthology, Re-Membering with Goddess: Healing the Patriarchal Perpetuation of Trauma

Kay Turner is a teacher, facilitator, researcher and writer who visions collective evolution. She catalyses individual, collective and institutional evolution through education, embodiment and creativity, and the amalgamation of metacognition, intuition and instinct.

Kay has contributed to the Girl God Anthologies Warrior Queen: Answering the Call of the Morrigan and In Defiance of Oppression - The Legacy of Boudicca. Kay will also feature in other upcoming Girl God Anthologies Just as I am - Hymns Affirming the Divine Feminine and Songs of Solstice - Goddess Carols. Currently she is co-editing the upcoming Girl God Anthologies: Re-Membering with Goddess: Healing the Patriarchal Perpetuation of TraumaThe Crone Initiation and Invitation: Women speak on the Menopause JourneyRainbow Goddess - Celebrating Neurodiversity and Pain Perspectives: Finding Meaning in the Fire. In addition, Kay is writing her own books: Mentorship of Goddess: Growing Sacred Womanhood and Making Love with the Divine: Sacred, Ecstatic, Erotic Experiences.

Kay Turner

Monday, January 3, 2022

Boudicca and the Hare by Emma Clark

She Who Is Art

When she released that hare from the folds of her dress,
Men held their breath in the still of morning,
Before their cheers resounded across the landscape.
Running on the right side for battle
She is still moving through history
Hind legs grazing the bare earth,
Showing the way for what will come.
The invaders built straight roads
But her way was not always so certain.
Her path was veering, oscillating,
In the diffused light of dawn and dusk
She outwitted her pursuers in the twist of divinatory fate.
What other fierce magic was unleashed from the darkness of her womanhood?
At the meeting-place when all is in balance,
At the tipping point,
At the equinox of souls,
She is the disruptor, the defiant one,
The protector of daughters,
The fire that will not be contained.
Her name is a scorched scar of memory,
Like Londinium's charred layer of earth.
When all is burning like the stubble of a harvest field,
When the world is changing,
And in the searing heat of oppression,
The hare rises from the hot earth,
And leaps through flame,
Guiding the way for She who would stand
Against an empire.

A poem from our recently released anthology, In Defiance of Oppression -The Legacy of Boudicca.

Emma Clark is an editor and writer working in the field of Celtic scholarship, with an MA (Hons), MSc and PhD in Celtic Studies. She teaches classes in Celtic and Gaelic at the University of Edinburgh and has published books and articles on the subject of Gaelic literature and culture. Her PhD thesis centred on the politics of landscape in modern Scottish Gaelic poetry.

Emma is a Priestess of Cerridwen in-training within the Avalonian Tradition of the Glastonbury Goddess Temple and is currently working on a book about the interconnection between the path of motherhood and the priestess path.

Monday, December 27, 2021

Making Love with the Divine. Sacred, Ecstatic, Erotic, Experiences by Kay Turner


Art by Arna Baartz

Making Love with the Divine. Sacred, Ecstatic, Erotic, Experiences.

Why this book and these topics?

Love Making – The Divine – Sacred – Ecstatic – Erotic – The Body

They all ‘found’ me. Actually, they’ve been present from my birth and have ‘followed me around’ my whole life. Nagging, messaging, urging. I’ve been curious. I’ve been explorative. I’ve been touched. And, I have carried a deep knowing that this is true for many of us, and that we’ve kept it buried, unconscious, hidden, because we carry shame about it.

The shame was outed and became visible when I put out a call for shares as part of the research and preparatory process. Replies were sparse, even when elicited from friendship, sisterhood and spiritual circles. I was getting ‘arms-length’ curt responses. Many were triggered. Most were silent. There was a lot of discomfort, shock and disgust. I suddenly felt alien, ‘different’ and that my intuition and instinct were skewed – that I’d misjudged and got it all wrong. I rapidly moved into processing my own discomfort at the nil and/or negative responses from others and their projections of you’re ‘too much’ and it’s all ‘grotesque’ being layered upon me both consciously verbally and energetically, often unconsciously. I journeyed deeper into my mind, heart and body asking my inner wisdom, what are these reactions all about? What is underneath it? What is hidden? What am I not seeing?

The answers came through rapidly, loud and clear. We are collectively dissociated, disconnected from our bodies, living from and as mind, as cognition. This is deeply entrenched phenomenon in religious and spiritual communities. We still carry shame and guilt about body pleasure of any type and believe it is wicked and separates us from ‘God’ and access to ‘heaven’. We are still carrying the conditioning that the body is sinful, evil and can’t be trusted. We are still looking to be saved by a male God who is out there and above. We often only trust mental images, constructs and teachings, believing we need to be told what the Divine is – we do not affirm accessing ‘knowledge’ of the Divine through our bodies or accept own personal direct experience and gnosis as valid or truth. We still believe the erotic is simply ‘dirty sex’. We carry in our bodies a shame around sex, sexual pleasure and self-touch. These, and the concept of ecstasy, activate a fear and disgust responses in the body. We are absolutely indoctrinated by religion and believe religious texts, clergy and tradition are the only authority about the Divine. We believe the sacred and everyday are not one in the same. We see no Divinity in or of the body and pleasure. The body, particularly the body of woman, and the Divine remain firmly in the grip of the Patriarchy. We continue to be controlled. Our bodies remain tamed and ensnared in narrative of The Fall.

I was horrified and shocked and then absolutely determined because of all these revelations that this book needed to be written – to set us, our bodies and the Divine free.

The book originally started out as a platform for showcasing and giving language to the mystical experiences of modern-day women which are happening all of the time, narrating their accounts of communion with the Divine and sense of the numinous. However, it morphed and changed during the research process. Whilst these accounts remain as the backbone of the book. the format has evolved into a handbook and workbook. The storytelling of (often unbeknown to them) the contemporary mystics I interviewed and received shares from prompted me to write from a more educational lens and formulate practises which I could offer readers within the text on how to begin the journey of liberating the body and forge their own direct pathway and access to the Divine. The book metamorphosised into a practical guide.

My path and service this lifetime is to create fusion of the mundane and sacred, divinity and humanity, the holiness of flesh and divine embodiment. Its to support the remembrance of our birth right, our natural state, our innate innocence – our spiritual soma - the remembrance of ourselves as a Sacred Human – fully human and fully divine.

Making love with the Divine is making love with life – allowing life to move and express through us. It is embodying creative flow, following instinct and impulse and body messages. Making love with the Divine is aliveness. Reclaiming our Sacred self, the sacredness of the mundane and ordinary we feel peace, contentment and meaning. In experiencing the ecstatic and erotic we create with joy and are energised with ease. Love flows. Love is made. Love is shared. This book demonstrates that all of this is on offer to us moment to moment, in day-to-day situations and life.

I am so grateful to the women who participated in the research process and shared their life experiences and inner wisdom with me. The demographic of the participants was wide, the women were a wide range of ages, background and lived around the globe. Some shared voice notes, others emails, some sent art, and others generously offered a more formal Zoom interview. The process of collecting women’s wisdom was humbling, profoundly impactful and a true honour. Without their grace and willingness to share so freely this book could not have been written.

The vision for the book was to anonymise the research, including my own personal experiences which are included in each section. This was partly for the women’s comfort, especially those who were sharing deeply intimate information. The main reason however, was so that we spoke as one. We speak as woman. A unified voice and body. Woman’s body is programmed to make love with the divine moment to moment, organically. It is our birth rite to live pleasurably and commune with the sacred within the mundane. In keeping shares anonymous the aim is that any reader may be able to imagine herself in the experience. It is of her body.

Once the window of sharing closed I knew it was time to collate and process 'woman's voice'. All shares were anonymised and woven into the text alongside research and my own gnosis, thematically and anecdotally so we became one. We speak as one. The voice moves from I to we, mine to ours. Individual to collective and shared experience. Woman. The Feminine. She. Making Love with the

Divine. I surrendered into process and flow, asking that I be guided and of service to Love and that the book catalyse Lovemaking with the Divine in all who read it. I released control knowing none of this is about me.

One of the women I interviewed said to me ‘ my deepest longing is to make myself and my life a prayer’. Making Love with the Divine is just that - living in constant communication, rapport and union with Goodness.

Pre-order here..

Kay Turner is a teacher, facilitator, researcher and writer who visions collective evolution. She catalyses individual, collective and institutional evolution through education, embodiment and creativity, and the amalgamation of metacognition, intuition and instinct.

Kay has contributed to the Girl God Anthologies Warrior Queen: Answering the Call of the Morrigan and In Defiance of Oppression - The Legacy of Boudicca. Kay will also feature in other upcoming Girl God Anthologies Just as I am - Hymns Affirming the Divine Feminine and Songs of Solstice - Goddess Carols. Currently she is co-editing the upcoming Girl God Anthologies: Re-Membering with Goddess: Healing the Patriarchal Perpetuation of TraumaThe Crone Initiation and Invitation: Women speak on the Menopause JourneyRainbow Goddess - Celebrating Neurodiversity and Pain Perspectives: Finding Meaning in the Fire. In addition, Kay is writing her own books: Mentorship of Goddess: Growing Sacred Womanhood and Making Love with the Divine: Sacred, Ecstatic, Erotic Experiences.