She Whose Name Shall Be a Blog

She Whose Name Shall Be a Blog

From the land

red haired girl from the bog Patricia Monaghan

“What I know of the spirit, I have learned not from books but from the land. Ireland is a great teacher, for it harks back to a pre-Cartesian world where mind and body and spirit were not yet artificially divided. Similarly, nature and humanity are not separated there.”

These words, from Patrician Monaghan, were among many quotable references in her book Red-Haired Girl from the Bog. When I heard, in 2012, that she had passed, I was devastated. I would never get to meet her. I would never get to read more of her writings on Ireland.

So I take what I can, these beautiful words from her time in Ireland. I take the lessons of conviviality, of living in community, of being a steward to the land.

May we take these lessons and connect with our own land, learn from the place where we are rooted. Instead of drinking the day away, let’s listen to the sound of a waning winter. Let’s welcome spring. Here in Illinois, it’s slow in coming, but coming nonetheless. What a lesson in patience. What a lesson from Ireland, from Patricia. What is your land teaching you?

_________________________

Fleshy Mess

image

 
The sun only rose once,
so I stepped to the edge,
right there were the wilderness began,
and listened to the caws.
It was a becoming,
a metamorphosis
as I joined them high in the trees.
“Learn their language,”
the voice rang out.
And it was easy.
It was easy to walk away from humanity,
to have feathers for a change.
Until I realized that I was not the beautiful Ibis,
I was not the ephemeral beauty
gliding through golden light.
I was the crow, and I always would be.
I’d return to my flesh and be a human crow.
They’d make men of straw to scare me off.
Or maybe I’d just be another fleshy mess,
watching the sun circle me.

Goddess Grove free all weekend!

GG

 

Get your  copy of Goddess Grove, free all weekend!

Muira Brennan must break her town’s curse with her dad’s rosary in one hand and a witch’s spell in the other; maybe the answer isn’t as simple as she thought.

When divorcée Muira Brennan moved her kids to the suburbs, she wasn’t expecting to encounter the magic of Goddess Grove. Can there be hope after loss? Can love break a curse? As Muira juggles her floral business, her children, and her new love interest, Aaron, she is unprepared to add magical abilities to the list. She can’t help but be drawn into her family’s witchcraft, especially when Aaron’s life may depend on it. The mysteries of a family curse, a town ghost, and haunting visions become more manageable as Muira finds help from Aviva, the enchanted young chef and Zoraida, the wise professor. To save their loved ones, the maiden, mother, and crone must end the town’s curse in the enchantment of Goddess Grove.

tailorfairy

Make Your Own Clothes

Knitting Blooms

Video Podcast about all things Knitting!

theopengridbook

Ideas, projects, recipes and general scribbles from my gridbook

Agujas

The Art of Knitting

Me in Stitches

My life in stitches.

NIL Knitting

All things knitting in Northern Illinois

Howard Gardner

Hobbs Professor of Cognition and Education / Harvard Graduate School of Education

Roseann Grove

(pagan) creative writing, exploring the banes of existence.

The Goddess Grove

A sacred space online

hecatedemeter

Undermining the Patriarchy Every Chance I Get. And I Get a Lot of Chances (Copyright Preserved)

Alecia Writes

The coat rack is to your right.

Journeying to the Goddess

Journey with me as I research, rediscover and explore the Goddess in Her many aspects, forms and guises...

Unintentionally Vegan

Fish are friends, not food.

Humanistic Paganism

A community of Humanistic and Naturalistic Pagans

The Matt Walsh Blog

Absolute Truths (and alpaca grooming tips) **Facebook.com/MattWalshBlog

Maya Decipherment

Ideas on Ancient Maya Writing and Iconography

The Girl in the Little Black Dress

Natalie. 16. Fashion Blogger.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 437 other followers

%d bloggers like this: