2. Sacred Priestess / Divine Feminine Muse

Bare feet in sand, stalking through 
tall reeds, I find myself a sacred space 
near some cattails. My inner- Child-Fool 
feels at home here, for as a country girl, 
it was one of my favorite hiding places. 

Stomping through these hallowed grounds 
just after the fields were flood irrigated, 
I was intrigued by the delicate, graphite 
patterns, gracing the untouched sand. 

Just as other sensitives read tea leaves, 
Mother Nature, as Divine Feminine Muse, 
reveals her secrets, to me via Sand images. 
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"Native Americans knew that finding 

Cattails, growing plentifully in ditches, 

marshes and swamps, was a sure sign 

of finding water. They utilized every 

part of the plant for its nutritional, 

medicinal value and creative purposes. 

The dried leaves were twisted into dolls 

much like today's corn-husk dolls /animals. 

They were also used to thatch roofs, weave 

baskets, backs of chairs, and make mats." 

( "Wildman" Steve Brill)

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Early in my youth, it was clear to me how 
different I was from other children and 
Adults. I learned to embrace and utilize 
my wild creative and psychic abilities.
I honored the Lotus Flower, because we 
both rooted in water, grounded in mud. 

One year, during a Spring Equinox 
birthing ceremony, I was gifted a wild 
gray haired, potato faced "Crone Doll".
A Spirit Sister asked me what I wanted 
 the Crone to take away? I replied "Her". 
I wanted to toss this crazy eyed doll 
 into the river, because she embodied 
my Mother's crazed disapproving gaze.

I learned that a Native American Doll, 
incubates the insight that "She" is "Me", 
the one I was so quick to judge, dismiss 
so I now love, embrace, integrate her.
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As beautiful as the Sacred Priestess is 
in her youth, she eventually ages. During 
Menopause, she shape shifts into the 
Wise Crone Oracle, who can travel 
between waking and dream worlds.
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In no co-incidence, my Grandsons 
gifted me a Grandmother Teddy Bear, 
with spectacles, sitting in a rocking chair 
for my Birthday. As the Oracle of Delphi, 
she sits upon her rocking chair throne. 
Adorned with ceremonial dress, pearls, 
hat and shawl, her arms are outstretched, 
reaching to Loved Ones and to Heaven. 
"This is you Nana!",my Grandsons proudly 
exclaimed, admiring the pearl necklace. 

Time stopped in that lucid moment, 
as all resistance to flow in my stern 
Heart melted slowly, deliciously away.

m/s.sage
Monday, 3-22-10

Re-write- Sunday, 10-18-15