tuesday 24 april 2018
first quarter moon in leo.
in the dark time
we rage and despair
we plot and deceive
we weep and suffer.
Hecate wise woman crone warrior healer, waits at the crossroads.
She takes no prisoners,
offers no comfort,
and yet with words of power slices thru the nightmares revealing our Selves unto our Selves.
confronted challenged offended and then relieved
a flicker is glimpsed in the inky darkness.
our power rises uncomfortably,
inching closer little by little
the flicker becomes a flame,
a portal to salvation.
Hecate leans on her staff holding the lamp high
illuminating the pathways,
we glance back over our shoulders
back to our favourite stories,
the ones that have knitted our bones together
the ones that have given our fury a voice
our vengence a space
our existence a reason.
the lamp flares brighter,
Hecate holds firm
let go of the stories that no longer serve
let go of the hurts betrayals lies confusions
let go of the angst over traumas of family community earth.
the dark bleeds into a new moon
a sliver of hope appears in our night sky
the crescent confirms our path
expanding our creativity
the moon plumps full.
this cycle/circle of waxing and waning
of energies linked to blood and tide
to ocean and womb
to grace and surrender,
that we are
the light and the dark
the hope and the fury
the healer and the hurt
at the crossroads.
‘woman up’ originally appeared in flash fiction friday at mNemosyne south coast womens journal