Friday, November 13, 2020

Badass Warrior Goddess by Sharon Smith

 

Art by Laura Cameron

I love a Badass Warrior Goddess
With a big-ass sword.
Especially when she knows how to use it
To slice and dice through patriarchal flesh and bone,
To break through androcentric rock and stone
And let women, beaten down by patriarchal men
Know they will never, EVER walk alone again.

I used to be a mousey gal,
Pushed around by abusive men,
Thinking I was “lesser than”,
A never-ending cycle of
“Try, try again and again and again”—
And for what? So I could be called
A cunt, a whore, a twat…

Struggling, day in and day out
But never quite getting there;
Never quite good enough.
“Daughter of Eve” and all.
Responsible for “the Fall.”
Fuck that shit! I’ve heard the Call
Of the Baddest Ass Warrior Goddess
Of them All!

The Morrigan is her name
My Twin (Sister) Flame.
Funny…because I feared her
Before I revered her;
Her Darkness frightened me
Before it enlightened me.
I cringed and cowered
Before I became empowered.

But she took me through her Dark School
Taught me not to be a fool,
Taught me how to get my shit together
Grow my wings and fly in any weather…
She showed me the value of the Night;
How everything is not all “Love and Light”
How sometimes we must take a righteous stand
Warrior up and repossess the stolen land.

I learned from Her that Darkness
Can be a Healer and Revealer
Like a Mother’s Womb to hold me,
A place of Transformation to mold me
Crack my ribs and break my bones
Rip my flesh and grow me some stones,
Yeah, Baby! Great Big Balls of Steel
The Morrigan taught me what it means
To be authentically real…

That’s what she showed me
This Raven-eyed, Ebony Queen,
Shredder of Lies and
Destroyer of False Dreams;
Revealer of Ancient Truth
And Sacred Feminine Ways;
And I’ll gladly follow Her
Though dark be the nights,
And darker yet the days;
Glad that I answered the Call
Of the Baddest Ass Warrior Goddess
Of them all.


Note from author: The Morrigan brings out the Wild Warrior Woman in my soul. From Her kick-ass, no-apologies-given persona I draw a tremendous amount of courage and strength…and for that, I am deeply grateful to this Celtic Dark Goddess. She is one of my favorites!

 

A poem from our upcoming anthology, Warrior Queen: Answering the Call of The Morrigan 

 

Sharon Smith is a writer, ghost writer, editor, and proofreader with a passion for helping women reconnect with their Authentic Selves and Voices. She loves & honors the Great Mother in all Her many forms, and has a deep connection to Nature. She identifies as a Green Witch and follows an eclectic spiritual path that is a blending of Native American and Celtic Teachings, both in her ancestral line.

 

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

In Defiance of Oppression – The Legacy of Boadicea by Joey Morris

 

Champion of the Dawn by ArtLatkowski

Now, perhaps more than ever, do I find myself turning to the fierce female warriors of the past for inspiration; those who found themselves facing seemingly insurmountable odds and choosing to fight for their freedom and liberations.

With political currents lending themselves to the suppression of women, seeking the driving back policies of bodily autonomy and civil liberties that would otherwise encourage fairness in our world, it is not difficult to feel under threat by the powers of Patriarchy. 

It seeks to invade us – our countries, our ways of life, our bodies and even our minds; to bend and break women. To rule over us.

We shall always resist.

Boadicea, the Celtic Queen of the Iceni tribe of Ancient Britannia, found herself and her daughters attacked, raped, and disinherited by the vehicle of Patriarchy that was the Roman Empire.

She chose to fight back.

In the ongoing aftermath of the political situation surrounding Doctor Ford and Kavanaugh, opinions and people were/are divided, battlelines were/are drawn, cries for basic human decency seemed to fall on deaf ears as female survivors in particular were ridiculed, mocked and disbelieved on one side, with an outpouring of support and revealing of stories on the other.

I honour every survivor who speaks out.

Thank you for shining a light where it is needed, and to those who do not or can not speak out; you are still heard, and loved.

As Women’s Civil Liberties have been attacked in Poland, Women there are in full rebellion. They are showing the power of Women who refuse to be dictated to by the state.

I honour every woman who puts herself on the picket line in order to find for justice, and a better tomorrow for all daughters.

These are just two examples in a sea of exploitation.

Women are attacked, sexually abused, shamed by the system of Patriarchy, and sought to me chained by their oppressors.

What seemed stark to me in the fallout of recent events was the response to shame and silence women, particularly by other women.

You somewhat expect the men who profit from holding women down to repeat their foul rhetoric, you know that they will fall on their outmoded swords and eventually we will bury them with that.

But to see women so indoctrinated that they throw other women down hoping for praise and scraps from this table is disturbing.

I had been speaking on a separate personal issue that affected myself as another woman sought to discredit my work and mocked the fact that I was a sexual abuse survivor. (From this point on I will term this 'warrior' as I think survivor is not wholly better than victim and I do not like defining myself or those other warriors by the actions of their attackers.)

This came in the same political climate which saw other Warriors being shamed and I witnessed other women being triggered by her poison, and I could not let that pass.

Recent years have been a collection of uncomfortable truths, forcing us to sit in places within ourselves which are foreboding and inhospitable, so that we peer endlessly into the shadow of our being, and the shadows that plague other women indoctrinated by Patriarchy.

The path this year has been littered with learning... whether we like it or not.

As we see ourselves through complex and difficult scenarios, we glean insight into our true nature; what elevates us, what chains us, what washes us clean again.

Knowledge though, is beyond power, it is sacred, an ethereal cord to the wisdom of the universe, inviting us to sample the taste of the cosmos, taking a bite of infinity.

To share the knowledge and experience of Women is a great tool in the war for the liberation of all.

It can be awe inspiring and crushing at the same time, to feel both infinite and insignificant, to see our lessons and flaws laid bare and yet to know they are over in the blink of an eye.

Our lessons may be over quicker than we realise in this incarnation, but the legacy lives on, our actions, our words, have lasting impact.

We stand for change, and liberation.

We shall not be shamed or dominated.

As Boadicea called together the different Celtic tribes, so too shall we gather all the clans of Women and their allies from across the world.

As she resisted the overwhelming pressure from a corrupt society to bend to their will, so too shall we. 

We shall invoke her complete refusal to be passive and accept a death by a thousand cuts.

We will not be dominated, nor oppressed, and we shall draw our battlelines.

We too will create a legacy of defiance in the face of oppression that will scream out across the ages, to be heard by our daughters and their daughters afterwards.

We are free creatures, and we will remain free.


Invocation to Boadicea
"I speak now to Boadicea
Ancient Queen of the Iceni
I call forward from the depths of time
Your ferocity of conviction
Lend me your strength,
To never cower in the face of oppression,
Instead to bear my teeth and woad my brow.
Let them underestimate us
We will make them bleed for their hubris
And count this mistake amongst the fallen
Boadicea
Ancient Queen of the Iceni
Who saw the travesties of an invading force
Whose designs were domination
To break the backs and wills of others
And knowing this,
Broke their vanity
To teach them the meaning of fear
Boadicea
Ancient Queen of the Iceni
Keep me resilient when my heart quakes
And aches from the dispassionate cruelty of others
Help me raise a spear far above my head
And howl a battle cry so frenzied
That all those who seek to tether me
Will know trepidation."

- Joey Morris

Stay tuned for the CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS for this powerful anthology - and for the children's book, My Name is Boadicea.


Joey Morris is a Celtic Creatrix and UK-based daughter of The Morrigan. She is an author, creatrix CEO of Starry Eyed Supplies, and co-owner of the What the Flux podcast.

To become a tempered blade of The Morrigan, one must be baptized in blood and fire. These struggles within my lifetime have led me to become a voice for the voiceless, to reach out to the broken, and to poke the shadows in others so that they might begin to heal..

Such a path is dangerous. But so are we. This is the birth of a wild witch who sees with their 'other eyes' and treads the path of edges, sharp and unusual, but filled with adventure, magick of the liminal and the in-between spaces.”  – Joey Morris

Within the spiritual landscape, her soul mission is to deepen the understanding of our interconnectedness by both honouring the sacred and exploring the masks of the self through channelling relationships to the Divine through written work, poetry, videos, products, and services.


Thursday, October 29, 2020

Retaining Sovereignty within the Confines of Modern Motherhood by Trista Hendren

 

Art by Arna Baartz



Maintaining sovereignty as a mother seems to be an impossible task for many women in capitalist patriarchal societies. I saw a quote on Facebook recently from Mamá Kaur that said, “It's not motherhood that's exhausting. What's exhausting is to nurture in a world that doesn't care for and support its mothers.” That rang true for me.

When I was a single mother especially, the last thing I felt was sovereign. As I wrote in Single Mothers Speak on Patriarchy, “It’s hard to feel like a Goddess when you’re worried sick about how you are going to feed your kids. You can do all the affirmations and self-help work you want, but it is a rare woman who feels empowered living in poverty.”1

Under patriarchy, there is no value in raising children and we are expected to martyr ourselves going at it alone. Glennon Doyle recently wrote, “I burned the memo presenting responsible motherhood as martyrdom. I decided that the call of motherhood is to become a model, not a martyr. I unbecame a mother slowly dying in her children’s name and became a responsible mother: one who shows her children how to be fully alive. A broken family is a family in which any member must break herself into pieces to fit in. A whole family is one in which each member can bring her full self to the table knowing that she will always be both held and free.”2 Like many women, I must continue to break the mold that has been handed down for generations in my family. No more broken women. No more broken families.

I wonder what going further back can teach us.

Leslene della-Madre reminds us that, “Isis veneration spread as far east as Afghanistan, to the Black Sea, as well as to what is now western Europe in Portugal and as far north as England. It is Her legacy that has been inherited by christianity as revealed in the icons of the Black Madonnas found all over Europe; Isis and Her son Horus suckling at Her breast are most likely the prototypes for Mary and Jesus.”6

So what is the psychological impact over the last 2,000 years of changing the once-sovereign images of Isis suckling Horus to passive images of Mary with Jesus? As someone who breastfed my children for over four years, I can attest that this is a holy and sacred act. I still look in reverence when I see a woman breastfeeding her baby. But it also takes a lot out of you. I have never been so thin (or exhausted) as in my post-breastfeeding years. And we don't live in a world that helps mothers rest and recover.

Mary Condren wrote, “We now have enough evidence to suggest that there have been radical consequences for women when the dominant cultural symbol systems are exclusively male, or feature women whose identity is entirely derivative or serving a patriarchal status quo, i.e., many representations of the Virgin Mary. The absence of empowering female images both reflects and affects the subordination of women. This very lack shapes and deforms the way our drives are constructed so that both body and soul are put in the service of the patriarchal social order.”7

Growing up in the church, I learned that my role in life was to be subservient to men. I saw my mother abide by all the rules. (Until she didn't.) What would my mother's experience have been if Isis/Auset were her archetype instead of the Catholic Mary she grew up with? Could she have attained sovereignty earlier in her life?

In contrast, Isis is said to have appeared at the sanctuary of Isis at Philae and said, “I am Nature, the universal Mother, mistress of all the elements, primordial child of time, sovereign of all things spiritual, queen of the dead, queen also of the immortals, the single manifestation of all gods and goddesses that are.”8

In a paper by Marianna Delray discussing Isis and Mary, she explains, “Isis was worshipped as the saviour goddess, and it was believed that her divine milk gave protection and reviving power... Isis was accredited with numerous powers and even in later times she continued to be the goddess of immense importance in Egypt and beyond. Indeed, following Hellenisation, the cult of Isis spread throughout the Mediterranean, assimilating into the cults of other Mediterranean nursing deities... Lucius describes Isis as ‘holy and eternal saviouress of the human race, ever beneficent in cherishing mortals, who indeed bestowed the sweet affection of a mother upon the tribulations of the unfortunate.’ In the Metamorphoses, Isis speaks about herself as the ‘mother of the entire universe, mistress of all the elements and remarks that while she is one ‘divinity,’ she is worshipped by ‘ten thousand names’ throughout the world.”9

This sounds very different from what we know about Mother Mary. For those of us who grew up in the church, the idea of a savior GODDESS is quite a remarkable thealogy to behold.

Rev. Dr. Karen Tate wrote, “We’re allowed to have the Great Mother in our spiritual paradigm if she is docile and tame like Mary, or as the Goddess that saves women in childbirth or men from bombs and typhoons. But would patriarchy have us reclaim the full meaning of the Queen Mother of Compassion, or any Goddess, if it meant that embodying her might bring our world into balance and emulating her caused women to no longer serve the status quo?”10

Modern motherhood really needs to move beyond the status quo. There are very few places on earth that really provide a foundation where it works well—for women and children. In the interim, building our own 'villages' with like-minded sister-friends may provide better support.11

My children are teenagers now, so my mothering is much less time-consuming. It mostly consists of being present for them and guiding them to make good choices for their futures. I have tried to raise my children as sovereign beings since they were very small. While this was challenging at times, I am reaping the benefits now via a trusting and open relationship with my kids and their friends. My hope is that in reclaiming my own sovereignty, I will teach them to do the same.

An excerpt from a longer paper in On the Wings of Isis: Reclaiming the Sovereignty of Auset

Trista Hendren is the creator of Girl God Books. She lives in Bergen, Norway with her family. You can learn more about her projects at www.thegirlgod.com

Notes:

1 For further exploration of single motherhood, see Single Mothers Speak on Patriarchy; Girl God Books, 2016.

2 Doyle, Glennon. Untamed. Penguin Random House USA, March 2020.

3 I have written more extensively about this in Single Mothers Speak on Patriarchy (2016) and How to Live Well Despite Capitalist Patriarchy (2019).

6 Della-Madre, Leslene. The Luminous Dark Mother”

7 Condren, Mary. “On Forgetting Our Divine Origins: The Warning of Dervogilla.” Irish Journal of Feminist Studies vol. 2 no. 1 (1997): 117-132.

8 Birnbaum, Lucia Chiavola Ph.D. “African Dark Mother - Oldest Divinity We Know.” Authors Choice Press, 2001.

9 Delray, Marianna. Legacy of the Egyptian Goddess? A Retrospective Look at the Two Divine Mothers, Isis and Mary.” Macquarie University; 2017. Accessed on Academia.com

10 Tate, Karen Rev. Dr. Goddess Calling: Inspirational Messages & Meditations of Sacred Feminine Liberation Thealogy. Changemakers Books; March 2014.

11 Further discussions of this can be found in How to Live Well Despite Capitalist Patriarchy and Single Mothers Speak on Patriarchy.


Wednesday, October 28, 2020

I Can Hear Her Breathing by Rev. Dr. Karen Tate

Painting by Elisabeth Slettnes


Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.” 

-Arundhati Roy


When I read that quote for the first time, the breath caught in my throat and the hair stood up on the back of my neck as I remembered...

I had been invited to Wisconsin to present at a weekend workshop which turned out to be a more than wonderful experience. I went thinking I was just going up there to teach these women the workshop material, but the sharing and activities I participated in were a beautifully reciprocal dance. Besides the bonding and the fun, issues I had never quite been able to banish from my psyche had dispersed in the safety of the ritual the night before and I was feeling light and open and gloriously happy and fulfilled.

As the weekend came to a close and the time to drive back to the airport was drawing near, I grabbed a few moments of solitary time behind the dormitory where we were staying located about 100 yards off a serene and shining lake. Between the lake and the dorm, trees had been planted in a circle, with barely two to three feet of space between their trunks, and inside the circle was a bench. I was drawn within the circle desiring a few moments of quiet contemplation in what felt like Nature’s embrace.

As I sat there, enjoying a cool breeze on my cheeks, glimpsing the reflection of the sun on the lake between the tree trunks before me, I suddenly realized I heard a rhythmic breathing. In and out. In and out. Where was it coming from? In my mind, I began a process of elimination. I held my own breath for a few moments thinking perhaps here in this small space among this odd configuration of trees I was hearing the echo of my own breath, but no, it wasn’t me. I looked around to make sure there was no one else there, perhaps just beyond my initial line of light. No. I wasn’t hearing the incoming tide of the lake. I sat there mesmerized as I listened. No, this sound was coming from this very spot where I sat. Dare I ever utter the next thoughts that crossed my mind? It was as if I were sitting within the body of Goddess and I was hearing Her breathing. This was incredulous, but I was going to go with it and just listen, feel, and receive. I soaked in the magic of this sacred place. The hair stood up on the back of my neck and arms. I felt that familiar cold chill up my spine and my tears turned into sobs of joy. What an emotional experience!

In hindsight, many of us might speak in metaphor, as perhaps the novelist and activist Arundhati Roy is speaking above, about Gaia or the coming new paradigm of the Sacred Feminine, but this was different. This experience went beyond metaphor or even feeling inspired in some natural landscape. This wasn’t merely equating the ebb and flow of the ocean tides with Her breath as we attempt to personify Her and embrace Her mysteries. This felt as if it were another phenomena of a dimension I had yet to experience. Was I crazy to even contemplate hearing the inhaling and exhaling... of our Mother? Well, sometimes we just have to shut off that left-brain and just feel Her incredible gifts! Those few minutes sitting in that sacred grove in Wisconsin will no doubt be some of the most profound and magickal minutes of my life. Thank you, Mother. Thank you for that precious gift. I can hear you breathing!

An excerpt from the introduction to our upcoming anthology, On the Wings of Isis: Reclaiming the Sovereignty of Auset.

Rev. Dr. Karen Tate, speaker, author, workshop presenter, and social justice activist, is the radio show hostess of the long-running internet podcast, Voices of the Sacred Feminine on Blog Talk Radio. She has been invited to speak at prestigious events such as the Council for the Parliament of World Religions, American Academy of Religion, CIIS, and other colleges and private institutions. She can be seen in the film, Femme: Women Healing the World. Karen has authored three books and curated three anthologies, referred to as the “manifesting a new normal trilogy.” Tate is a certified Caring Economy Conversation Leader and Power of Partnership Practitioner with Riane Eisler’s Center for Partnership Studies. She has a certification from Smith College in the Psychology of Political Activism: Women Changing the World and she’s been named one of the Thirteen Most Influential Women in Goddess Spirituality and a Wisdom Keeper of the Goddess Spirituality Movement. She lives high atop a mountain these days with her husband of 36 years, Roy, and their feline daughter, Lilly, named for the Goddess. You can find her at karentate108@yahoo.com, on Facebook or at her website, www.karentate.net 



Thursday, October 22, 2020

On the Wings of Isis: Reclaiming the Sovereignty of Auset - Table of Contents

 



Some of these pieces have been partially excerpted on my blog. I will try to add additional hyperlinks as I am able. You can see much of the artwork on Facebook. You can order your copy here.

Foreword: She of the Throne - Jhenah Telyndru

Introduction: Sovereign Unto Herself - Trista Hendren

A Note About Styles, Preferences—and Names - Trista Hendren

Auset / High Priestess Arcana II - Max Dashu

Hear Our Cries: An Invocation - Arlene Bailey

Queen of Herself - Arlene Bailey

Alkimia - Arlene Bailey

Goddess Isis Archetypes and Attributes - Syma Kharal

Goddess of 10,000 Names - Arna Baartz

Agency in the Face of Adversity - Olivia Church

Reflection of Beauty Shining (Forever) - Elisabeth Slettnes

Daring to Sit in the Red Throne - deTraci Regula

Great Mother Goddess - Arna Baartz

The Birthing and Rebirthing of Humanity - Krystal Alexander-Hille

Goddess Isis - Joey Morris

The Rulers of Our Own Damn Lives - Monica Rodgers

Her Ankh of Sovereignty - Monica Rodgers

Retaining Sovereignty within the Confines of Modern Motherhood - Trista Hendren

Isis Mothers the World - Arna Baartz

Dedication to Isis - Carmel Glenane

Finding the Goddess in Lebanon - Christine Shahin 

Isis Mask - Lauren Raine

The Importance of The Correct Name Tyreesha Garrett

Isis as a Woman of Color - Susan Morgaine

Re-Membering Our Sovereign Divinity - Duann Kier

Isis as Kite - Hayley Arrington

Tea Leaves - Jessica Morell

Bowl - Jessica Morell

Finding Isis: My Journey Toward Sovereignty - Arlene Bailey

Great Cosmic Mother - Arlene Bailey

Memphis: A Day Off From School - Sharon Putnam

I Can Hear Her Breathing - Rev. Dr. Karen Tate

My Return to Isis: A Half Century Journey - Bajra (Ann-Lee Waite)

Isis: High Priestess - Katherine Skaggs

Mother Goddess Isis, a Love Story - Katherine Skaggs

Isis Banner - Lydia Ruyle

In Search of the One Who is Waiting - Donna Snyder

The Path Taken - Susan Morgaine

The Love of Isis Restores - Hazel DaHealer

Isis and Anubis - Tracy Andryc

Ancient Temples: The Heart of Egypt - Rev. Dr. Karen Tate

The Ankh – Music of Life Sistrum - Handmade by Mike Turner, Photo by Anders Løberg

The Sistrum: Sacred Rattle of Creation - Rev. Dr. Karen Tate

Reclaim Her Name - Susan Morgaine

Isis’s Initiation: Taking Your Throne - Syma Kharal

The Sight of Isis - Nuit Moore

Anubis, Isis, Osiris - Tracy Andryc

Separate, Then Together: The Alchemical Roots of Sacred Partnership in Egyptian Mythology - April C. Heaslip, PhD

Reflection on an Egyptian Goddess - Sharon Smith

Isis, Mother Goddess of the Universe - Tara Reynolds

The Alchemies of Isis Embodiment - Carmel Glenane

Giver of Life - Arna Baartz

Weaving - M^h

The Gifts of Isis Talia Segal

I am Isis Kat Shaw

Awakening Your Voice with Isis Dominique Oyston

Isis - Sudie Rakusin

Taking Your Throne Syma Kharal

Isis on My Mind Yeye Luisah Teish

Isis at the Parliament of World Religions Lauren Raine

Sovereignty: The Original Sin - Trista Hendren

Prayer/Invocation Syma Kharal

List of Contributors 

Acknowledgments

What's Next?!


The Importance of The Correct Name by Tyreesha Garrett

 

Art by Christa Forrest 



It is critical to learn the origins of Auset (a Goddess of Kemet, commonly known as ancient Egypt) in African history. In the time of European invasion/colonization of Kemet, there were many violent acts by Europeans that took place against Kemet. One being plagiarism (theft), of Kemet’s legacy, in which Auset’s name and image was taken by Europeans. Europeans wrongfully claimed and changed her name to Isis as a representation of European legacy. Knowing and calling Auset by only the name Isis continues to perpetuate the lie of a legacy that has been stolen. The attack on Africa’s legacy has been happening for centuries. When considering Isis, it is crucial that the truth of her original name and existence is represented, as this also reflects the legacy and the people she originated from. This ties into African people’s (i.e., African Americans) images. If you take away a people’s true history and replace it with an inhumane history (i.e., the history of enslavement) this will impact how they view themselves. It is an intentional robbing of their cultural identity. In this case, knowing the truth will significantly impact how young girls/women of African descent view and value themselves. We can start to cultivate our true value in who we are in our greatness.

Racism is so embedded in our society and it systemically plays a role in how little girls and women of African descent view themselves. We are so bombarded by information that tells us that we are less than (inferior), not good enough and we have no idea this is a complete lie. Some of us must wait until we become older to learn (whether self-education or another way) that we were told lies and find our true worth, which leads to confidence. It is important for us to learn and know our own true history beyond the (Atlantic Slave Trade) which is commonly taught to us in the public school system, so that we can now begin to restore our true worth.

If our focus is to encourage and support the truth of all young girls’ and women's images, this also includes young girls and women of African descent.


An excerpt from the introduction to our upcoming anthology, On the Wings of Isis: Reclaiming the Sovereignty of Auset.


Tyreesha Garrett is Afro-Indigenous from Cheyenne and Arapaho Tribes, Oklahoma. She is a mother in the Pacific Northwest. Becoming a Mother opened a part of her to reflect and look deeper into her Cultural Identity & Spirituality. Through Self-taught education she came to a Greater Awareness of the impact settler colonialism (Through Terrorist Acts) & the settler colonial system she grew up in. She has sought out to Decolonize her & her children’s way of being as to Reclaim their Cultural Identity of being Indigenous as their Culture is their Medicine.


Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Isis on my Mind by Yeye Luisah Teish

 

''Reflection of Beauty Shining (Forever)''  by Elisabeth Slettnes


Look at Her!
Sitting there on that Throne.
Like She be the Ancient Queen
Like She be the Earth, so green.
Mother with a Thousand Breasts.
 
Look at Her!
Sitting on that throne.
Like She be the brightest Light.
Like She be the Darkest Night.
The Sparkling Jewel of the Nile.
 
Look at Her!
Sitting there on that Throne.
Like She be the Everything.
Like She be the outstretched wing.
The Great Beginning and the End.
 
She looks at me.
Looking at Her Throne.
She says to me “I be we”.
She says to me “You be me”.
She says “Sit down you’re home.”
 
For Isis is the mirror.

© Yeye Luisah Teish July 9, 2020

A poem from the upcoming Girl God Anthology, On the Wings of Isis: Reclaiming the Sovereignty of Auset.

Luisah Teish is a storyteller-writer, an artist-activist and spiritual guidance counselor. She is an initiated elder (Iyanifa) in the Ifa/Orisha tradition of the West African Diaspora.

She is the author of Jambalaya: The Natural Woman’s Book of Personal Charms and Practical Rituals, and she co-authored On Holy Ground: Commitment and Devotion to Sacred Land with Kahuna Leilani Birely. Her most recent work is Spirit Revealing, Color Healing, a book of Zen Doodles.

She has contributed to 35 anthologies, notably Spiritual Guidance Across Religions: A Sourcebook for Spiritual Directors and Other Professionals Providing Counsel... by Rev. John R. Mabry Ph.D., Dan Mendelsohn Aviv Ph.D., Mans Broo Ph.D. and Rev. Cathleen Cox MAT MDiv (Apr 1, 2014) And magazines such as Ms., Essence,SageWoman, and the Yoga Journal.

She has articles and artwork in Coreopsis: Journal of Myth and Theater, and the Cascadia Subduction Zone Journal of Speculative fiction.

Her performance credits include:
Resonant Streams: An Ancient Call. St. John the Divine Cathedral, New York (2011)
The Praises for the World Concert, directed by Jennifer Berezan, Edge of Wonder Music. (2005) She has performed in Europe, Venezuela, New Zealand and the United States.

She teaches online courses, provides editorial assistance, facilitates conferences and weekend workshops, and performs in theaters worldwide.
https://www.yeyeluisahteish.com/
https://ileorunmilaoshun.com/
Concert for All Beings, Marin Civic Center (2014)