Last weekend a group of women gathered in British Columbia for the Wild and Wise Women’s Retreat. Although I could not attend, one of the organizers, Christa Thompson, asked me to write a blessing for the gathering. Below is the piece that came as I sat in meditation- my invocation to the Divine Feminine for the circle of women at the retreat, and for the world. In the shamanic tradition when we speak of the "children" of Grandmother Earth we are speaking of all her children- small two-leggeds, grown men and women, the water, earth, air, four-leggeds, winged-ones, plants. . . . nothing and no one left out.
As I reread and tweak the blessing I wrote (never give a writer a chance to rewrite or edit :-) I realize that it mirrors my deep faith in the power of cultivating deep intimacy with our heart-response to things like the destructive polluting of the planet. There is, of course, a need for problem-solving research and decision making, but substantial shifts in perspective and sustainable change come from allowing the wild wisdom within to be ignited by deep intimacy with our hearts, each other and the world.
I call on the Spirit of the Divine Feminine to bless us.
May we know the wildness and the wisdom that is our birthright.
There is a wildness in us
that is not content with small changes, half-measures, muted joys or polite tears.
There is a wildness in us that wants to dance with Dzunuk’wa,
Wild Woman of the Woods in the Pacific Northwest,
bathed in the silver light and blue shadows of the full moon,
gathering energy from our mother the earth to do what needs to be done.
There is a wildness in us that wants to ride like Durga and Kali,
into the fray, unafraid and fierce,
destroying the illusions of control that allow human beings
to defile the very wilderness that sustains their hearts and souls
and balances their minds and bodies.
There is wildness in us fuelled by a sorrow too big to bear in silence
that wants to wail at the destruction of the earth and the harming of her children,
that wants to rend our clothing and stand on the steps of the legislature
-thousands of women standing shoulder to shoulder, garments torn, wailing-
until the law makers act to protect the body and heart of every mother and child.
There is a place in us where wisdom and wildness dance together,
the place where Kwan-Yin speaks the true name of the sacred
that lives in every tree and flower,
every heart and mind, every stone and bit of blood and bone.
The place where we know what we know and will not pretend otherwise.
The place where Lilith says, “Hell No!”
when she is told she must obey unjust laws,
must be quiet, must subjugate her being to another’s priorities,
to “practical considerations,” or “economic realities.”
She is the Maiden warrior who stands for the heart that dares to dream in colour for herself and her sisters and brothers.
She is the protective Mother who stands between her children- all the children of Grandmother Earth- and the destructive power of the dominator culture.
She is the fierce Crone, the one who cannot be seduced or intimidated into being silent, the one who speaks the truth and calls on the hearts of all men and women to remember what they know, what they love, what they are.
Sacred Feminine Fire, ignite our wildness and our wisdom, so we may live all of who and what we are, loyal to the truth, unafraid of the fire, willing and able to dream a new world.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer (c) 2011