On this beautiful morning…
I came to a little cottage in an unfamiliar place in the west of Ireland ten years ago… I was a very different woman then.
I had faith in patriarchal religion.
I ate meat.
I rarely questioned the matrix that was my life.
Much has passed.
Much of me is gone too.
The years here have seen a new woman emerge, one who would have been barely recognisable to me all those years ago.
Bealtaine has sculpted me, hollowed out the fear and uncertainty, re-shaping and moulding me into someone very different.
I have journeyed back to the Mother.
I now live my life now to serve only the interests of Mother Earth.
I am ready and prepared to spend more time in meditative work, making a pilgrimage to the heart of the Goddess.
In order to be able to do this, I am directed to spend…
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