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A Message from the Wanderer

Today outside your prison I stand
and rattle my walking stick: Prisoners, listen;
you have relatives outside. And there are
thousands of ways to escape.
Years ago I bent my skill to keep my
cell locked, had chains smuggled to me in pies,
and shouted my plans to jailers;
but always new plans occured to me,
or the new heavy locks bent hinges off,
or some stupid jailer would forget
and leave the keys.

Inside, I dreamed of constellations—
those feeding creatures outlined by stars,
their skeletons a darkness between jewels,
heroes that exist only where they are not.

Thus freedom always came nibbling my thought,
just as—often, in light, on the open hills—
you can pass an antelope and not know
and look back, and then—even before you see—
there is something wrong about the grass.
And then you see.

That’s the way everything in the world is waiting.

Now—these few more words, and then I’m
gone: Tell everyone just to remember
their names, and remind others, later, when we
find each other. Tell the little ones
to cry and then go to sleep, curled up
where they can. And if any of us get lost,
if any of us cannot come all the way—
remember: there will come a time when
all we have said and all we have hoped
will be all right.

There will be that form in the grass.

– William Stafford

Helena of Constantinople | SpiritMAMA Blog

The Reindeer Goddess Part One: Saints And Empresses, Antlers And Sovereignty

Helena of Constantinople | Spirit Mama Blog(Note: As this article is now a few years old, many of the links have sadly broken. Nevertheless I will keep it in it’s original form – just with the links out. The quotes are originally from my research.)

The beautiful and intriguing, alleged reindeer goddess of ancient British Isles, ‘Elen of the Ways’, needs more investigation. I feel in my heart that there is a horned goddess out there so of course in my scientific brain, I have to find proof enough of her existence that it will satisfy my intuition – my guts.

This intuition told me right away that there is something, something that needs more exploration there. So it’s been fun these past few days, searching out the origins of Elen in history – and running across her in the blogosohere as well.

I found a few references to Marion Zimmer Bradly and The Mists of Avalon series – apparently she wrote in the character of ‘Elein’ in The Priestess of Avalon, who was a priestess of Elen of the Ways. And Elein compared her to the goddess Nehallenia of the Netherlands (perhaps also Celtic), who was goddess of sea ways. She also intertwined her with Elen Luyddogg, the brief Roman empress Welsh saint, ‘Elen of the Hosts, and  St. Helen(a) of Constantinople, also empress of Rome.

As far as I can tell though, this points back to Caroline Wise and her manuscript Elen of the Shimmering Ways, because it was published in 1986. Bradley’s book was published in 2002 and in fact everything I have found that refers to Elen of the Ways, dates later than this original manuscript.

In it Wise says that she has been researching this goddess for 25 years. She in fact named the goddess ‘Elen of the Ways’ after coming to the conclusion that this goddess was one and the same as the Empress ‘Elen of the Hosts’ of Wales, who was responsible for building a network of roads across her territory (more on this in a bit).

This is important because it means that any reference to Elen of the Ways we come to from this point on, points back to Ms. Wise, and we have to go backwards to her, rather than forwards in our search.

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Learning With an Altar-Space

Around Bealtane (Spring) 2012, I set up my first altar. It was confusing at first, because I wanted an altar for a few different reasons: one was to honour my ancestors and guides and whomever else may be out there helping me out; the other was to have a place to do a daily devotional to my HP (higher powers); and another was to have a working altar where I could sit in circle and work on things like making tools, journeying and working with energies, in a more formal way than I have been doing so far.

So I set up three altars at first… and it didn’t work.

I felt like my energies were too scattered. I realized that the working alter would have to be opened and closed – like, assembled and disassembled, unless I wanted to be feeding it every day – which I initially did do, but having three alters to ‘feed’ every day actually takes up way too much time for me. I get about ten minutes in the morning to myself, to pray etc, before my little one starts bugging me to come and play. Being a busy mom, there is little time for me during the day to set aside for meditation and prayer. It has to be fast and efficient, yet meaningful.

Plus I figured out that the working alter really just needs to be a secluded place for me to be able to go to and actually complete tasks, whereas a place for daily prayer and gratitude is something different.

I ended up with a nice spot in my kitchen, on top of my piano, where I put a bunch of pics of relatives gone past and some friends who have passed. Each morning, I would bring them coffee and oranges and sometimes other things that seemed appropriate – rose petals, a bit of scotch – there are some personal items there as well, that belonged to these people. I would light a candle, and a stick of sandalwood and state their welcome out loud.

Then, it also became a place where I would put ‘gifts’ that I would find out in the world during my days. Rocks that wanted to come home with us, a white feather, a crow’s feather, some sparkly gold leaves, my crystals, some animal figurines that kind of just show up in my house here and there. Crow, Bear, Hog, Cat.

So the altar space morphed into a devotional space to ancestors and to the Goddess/God/Creator and to Pachamama as well. Rocks and earth. Fire and water. Animal guides and feathers for the angels. It kind of all came into the space on its own, and my confusion evaporated.

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Quickening: An Imbolc Tarot Spread

This is a great spread to start off a new year. It was very insightful for me! Choose your favourite cards and check it out. I actually used three sets of cards to go deeper.


Imbolc Tarot

Imbolc is a time of quickening.

The word Imbolc is from the Gaelic for “in the belly” and speaks of the promise of spring, even when winter lingers. Think of the earth stretching before arising from her winter bed and her blood warming beneath her skin of soil. Our Quickening Spread for Imbolc is about paying attention to those seed dreams we discovered within ourselves in the dark of the year, focusing on how we can nurture our dream into reality.

1. Seed. What is the dream seed that you hope to grow in the brightening year?

2 + 3. Quickening. What energies are stirring awake within you? What part of your self that has been slumbering is slowly awakening?

4. Fire. What aids and inspires your dream seed?

5. Ice. What blocks and challenges your dream seed?

6 + 7. Forge. How can you…

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Brigid's Well | SpiritMAMA

Turning the Tide, Planting Seeds – 8 Ways To Manifest a Better World at Imbolc

I don’t really celebrate Imbolc. Probably because I’m tired out from the winter holidays but, also where I live in the Pacific Northwest, there is not much difference in the weather between January and February. It just rains. A lot.

This year I’ve been thinking about a lot of stuff. The world is going crazy south of us here in Canada and no-one knows how it will all pan out for all of us. Everything feels suddenly hyperreal, as is common when faced with a threat – reality solidifies around survival instincts so we can have this pin-point of focus on the enemy.

Wheel of the Year | SpiritMAMAThere is really SO MUCH wrong in the world it can be overwhelming. My reaction thus far has been to try to keep my eye on all of it, as if in some way this will make it all safer. But this is impossible. It spreads my energies thin and accomplishes very little, other than creating a state of fear and worry. So this year, at Imbolc, I am doing something different.

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Gorgeous Bridget Dolls and Art from Celtic Soul Craft

Here’s a timely little poppet, in honour of Imbolc / Bridget’s Day.

Brighid ‘Brideog’ Doll – Click on image to view in shop Brighid Altar Wall Hanging – Featuring protective Brighid’s wheel/cross and pocket for offerings – Click on image to view in shop Brighid Altar Wall Hanging – With pocket for offerings & Brighid’s wheel/cross which offers protection to the house for the coming year. […]

via Brighid Art in the Shop…. — Celtic Soul Craft

Buddha Meditating Art | SpiritMAMA Blog

Begin to Meditate: It’s Easy and It Will Change Everything

I used to think mediating was hard because well, it was. Every time I sat down to do it I found myself fidgeting and wishing I was somewhere  else. Eventually I’d get irritated and get up. End of session.

But in yoga teacher training, I was trained in the basics of meditation and realized that it wasn’t meditation that was hard, it was my perception of what I thought mediation was that was causing me difficulties.

A common misconception is that meditation is about ‘clearing your mind of thoughts’. So, we sit down and close our eyes and try to push all of the thoughts out of our heads. But, with this kind of force, the mind retaliates and actually becomes busier.

What we actually want to do is to simply observe the thoughts. As if we were sitting in a theatre, we sit in our minds eye and perform a process of allowing the thoughts to come and go. Our minds will jump on thoughts here and there in an effort to follow the progression of the thought to an end resolution – take us on what I call a ‘thought train’. When this happens, we remember we are meditating, gently jump off, let the thought go and bring our awareness back to the here and now. I bring my awareness back to my third eye in the centre of my forehead and say, “I am not my thoughts.” This was the technique taught to me. I have since added, “I am not my emotions. I am not my stories”. You could also say something like, “Come back to centre”.

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Rumi Art Portrait | SpiritMAMA Blog

Dec 17th We Bow to Rumi

On the anniversary of his death. This is one of my favourites.

Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.


Here’s a beautiful article about the celebration of his life: Ripening of Love: An Ode to Rumi on the Anniversary of His Death

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Ancient Deer Tattoo | SpiritMAMA Blog

Doe, A Deer, A Female Deer: The Spirit of Mother Christmas

Merry Christmas Reindeer Card | SpiritMAMA
I found an amazing new blog today called Gather – Wild Food, Magical Cookery.

Those who follow me know I have written about the ancient reindeer goddess and Elen of the Ways, but this article goes much deeper than I have and I am so grateful for it! So many new pathways to wander through while reading this. So much inspiration.

In a recent shamanic journey to discover what to build my medicine pouch with, I was told to use deer hide ‘because that animal is sacred to you’. I was gifted the deer skull that sits above my altar-space around the same time and regularly include the Great Reindeer Goddess in my prayers as an aspect of Mother-Earth. However, in this article this Goddess represents the whole cosmos. I’ve read elsewhere that She is like the axis-mundi of the cosmos. Or, She is the Tree of Life that connects the 3 worlds (Upper, Mid, Lower).

I now carry a tiny reindeer with me wherever I go. I feel a great reverence when I run into Her. Every time. Little but little, I am reminded of who She is.

Enjoy! Please take a look and go to her page to ‘like’, if you like. The author did quite a bit of work to bring us this! Much love.

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In the Centre of the Medicine Wheel, I Found Chaos

But, it’s really like a little pet chaos.

No synchronistic external events, that ‘prove’ we are really experiencing something. No. It’s like I am melting away from the world. The Centre is supposed to be where we find Balance. Either I am already there or Balance makes me feel itchy, wanting and cold, with that old restlessness like a tiny constant wind blowing in my ear.

Remember, remember.

Well? What is it?

I have come to the end of my first year in the medicine spiral of my ancestors. We come to the end at the Centre. We come to our end at the centre.

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