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DEPRESSION by Veronica Carpenter

Depression
Here goes my vulnerability A heart on a sleeve The typical person who looks at me May not see the same me that I live with daily The mind in the air, swirling with possibility When the darkness rallies/gathers/swirls When I am left to solitude This paper-thin garb unzips Here comes depression          
No I don’t want to advertise So flash a smile Those who are close get to see Through the veil, it’s really not that thick Circumstances in life like to stab at the rib Stumble, fall behind the door Shut out the world Feelings well and weigh down Strength hidden deep in the core So deep that sometimes it’s forgotten Here comes the darkness My old friend Sweeping through my every move  Doubts, fears, un-named masked men Oozing like honey, sticking to everything
Patience is required to get on this ride There is a cycle but its pattern is unknown Slowly my gift will unwrap itself Stay on the path Coming back to that which never truly left me Just laid sleeping out of exhaustion from the fight Dormant in winter…
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FOR A FEW PACES by Catherine L. Schweig

FOR A FEW PACES


There, where imported Arctic frost meets January, by the lake,
under pine limbs dressed in white, crunchy snow underfoot, sub-zero wind-chill factor threatening my toes and nose…
There, among wind-swept snowflakes adorning the ether, where divine and ordinary conspire to steal my breath, and chirping Cardinals sprinkle the path ahead like drops of blood…
There, listening to deer hooves crack ice, punctuating winter’s silence, slowly treading uphill where my breath precedes me, caught precariously between Newport News and eternity…
There, is where I forgot, if only for a few paces, that I was made of thoughts, flesh, cells, atoms, that little itch on my back.
I forgot that there was a grocery list in my pocket,
that recycling plants are coughing back our refuse,
that gluttonous taste buds squish calves into tiny cells, that, somewhere, humans are also for sale.
There, in the dead of winter, I returned to life:
when a squirrel climbed I was a tree limb, when a blue bird sang I was sk…

SWEET GRACE by Amanda Almond

In those moments that you feel you are alone in this world, the struggles of life can get so compounded, so heavy...

When you feel that you can go on no longer, there is solace in knowing that you are seen. There is One, much bigger that can hold you and give you that warm sense of belonging that provides the peace to keep on…
There are many moments, as a mother of 4 young girls, that I feel the isolation and solitude. I can crumple under the pressure, too weak to continue. My  husband works long, hard hours and is gone from home for long stretches of time, the kids may go days without seeing him. It can get downright hard, but I cling…

Sweet Grace Amanda Almond
My mind shouts in a barely audible whisper that only Your ears can hear. My heart angers as my eyes struggle to hold back tears  lest anyone see the pain. My soul yearns for comfort as it trembles. I have no strength left in me. I need warmth as I shiver in the cold. May You turn the darkness into light. Please calm the tortured screams. Lik…

KALI'S DANCE by Rhea Ruth Aitken

The New Year has already made its mark on us...
Its strong energies bringing us face to face with our lives, changes and truths, promises and resolutions.The full moon on New Year's Day was a special and powerful portal for me. I walk a magical path and love to acknowledge and honor the changing seasons. The moon and its infinite cycles of light and dark holds a special place in my heart and soul, as does my usual practice. I set and dressed my Altar for meditation and guidance, calling for a Goddess to serve my highest purpose for the year ahead. I turned a card - Kali - why wasn't I surprised! She had already been dancing around me, pulling at me to let go and renew, walk new cycles and be courageous enough to change so much in my life. 
Kali, the powerful Mother, urged me in no gentle way to be the destroyer of my comfort and open myself to more, even though it was as yet unknown. Tough love from a feared and revered icon of feminine power perhaps but I have embraced her stro…

SHE BEGINS TO RISE by Cheryl Anne Bratman

Editors Note  Today we share with you two excerpts from our new anthology on the Goddess. The first is from Mandy Adams, followed by a poem by Cheryl Anne Bratman: 
As a young woman, I was fascinated to learn that there was a Goddess and that her myriad forms could reveal to me the many parts of myself... 
In my life, I have experienced times of deep presence and during these cherished moments I have been aware of an inner voice inside of me. The voice is both gentle and powerfully loud - and now as I grow older it is becoming increasingly persistent. 
I have come to name this inner voice of guidance Her voice – I hear it as the voice of the Earth / The Goddess because it is wise beyond my knowing. Often it reveals my next steps with great certainty, as well as those I need to contact and those I need to spend time with and learn from. 
At times, it is accompanied by lucid dreams and visions of past, present and future colliding. At others, it is friendly reminder to come back home to my …

MY GODDESS STAMPS HER FEET by Alise Versella

From the editor: Today we offer you a Pushcart nominated poem by Alise Versella from our new bookGODDESS: When She Rules, introduced by an excerpt from the book's Foreword by Sally Kempton:  

One of the great projects of our time has been the re-claiming of feminine divinity...

Sacred feminine spirituality offers a particularly brilliant view of the connection between the One Goddess, and the forms in which we can relate to her. A true lover of the sacred feminine can see her as Mary AND Kali, as Gaia AND Isis. 

As women have begun to emerge politically and socially, we’ve also begun trusting our own emerging wisdom about the sacred feminine. Not only are we learning to tune into our own bodies and to the natural world, but also to the radical philosophical implications of sacred feminism. Even more important, we’re recognizing through direct experience that Goddess can’t be confined to the physical or even the imaginal world, because she is the very impulse of life itself.

My Goddess…

SOMETIMES by Janavi Held

There are as many ways to relate to the Goddess as there are fish in the sea!
The endless colors and shapes, textures and flavors stretching across cultures and traditions for millennia, harkens back to humanity’s inextricable link to the Divine Feminine. This rich and wonderful diversity reflects the ability of the Goddess to reveal herself in as many unique and individual ways as there are beating hearts on our planet. Yet, perhaps the most meaningful path to trace is the one She makes into our own lives.
Our newly released anthology, Goddess: When She Rules, speaks not only of the shared anticipation for the Goddess to come into her reign, but also illuminates a Goddess who never really left us: a Goddess whom many of us have come to know quite intimately over the course of our lives. Diving into dialogue with the Goddess then becomes a mirror of our own selves and the magnificent multitudes we each contain.
The following is an excerpt from the book, accompanied by a poetic video prod…