Ending the Year of Reckoning – Entering the Year of Dancing+Triumphant

When I chose a word for the year at the end of 2017, the word Reckoning kept coming to mind. I was slowly slowly coming back up from having horrific memories of my sexual childhood abuse come back and I knew that those memories were the last pieces of the trauma I have been picking apart and healing for the past decade of my life. My healing had reached a massive head and I finally felt I had all the pieces of the puzzle that is my life. I had reached the place of being able to step back and see the massively beautiful chaotic picture.

Reckoning – an accounting, as for things received or done.

Reckoning felt like the right word; a daunting word, but the right word. I knew 2018 was going to be the year I would be facing head on some of the things I have never been able to process before. Right out of the gate, my health took an extreme nosedive and I experienced my first two ER trips ever within the first two months of the year. By March, I was in the middle of my fourth surgery of my life, and by June, my fifth. There’s that book called The Body Keeps The Score, and my body sure as hell was replaying and bringing back all of the scores its kept since my childhood. It is a draining thing, to say the least, to watch your own body seem to just deteriorate and nothing you do seem to stop it. I experienced friends drifting away, people telling me my health was too much for them to hear about. I myself withdrew into the darkness as I struggled to find doctors willing to listen to me as my inner body yelled at me. I was blessed to have an incredibly competent primary care doctor and I found a new gynecologist to help me with my major hormonal imbalance. I was officially diagnosed with Hypothyroidism, Hormonal Imbalances, Endometriosis – all this on top of my Fibromyalgia, and some kind of auto-immune issue. Oh, and I can’t forget the chronic Epstein Barr Virus I have, as well as always carrying the risk of having a bad CMV flare up every single time I get sick.

But then August arrived, and I went away for an incredibly intense and awakening magical weekend. I felt, for the first time, like I had truly come home. I mean, the moment I stepped foot in Denver almost 4 years ago felt like coming home. But this? This was a coming home of my full being and a deeply spiritual arrival. I was surrounded by women who were damaged and broken in the most beautiful way. We spent the weekend lifting each other up, holding space for each other, and allowing the magic and spirits to flow through us. It was during that weekend that I felt Goddesses calling to me and since then I have leaned into the magic I have felt in my spirit since childhood.

My journey away from the organize religion of my childhood has been completed. I have found my place, I am wholly content with where my beliefs sit, and I absolutely adore the constant shifting and growing and learning that comes with where I rest now. Every day I feel the stirrings of my magic within me, and I gaze with fondness on my little altar in the corner of my work area. I have landed on a stone that has chosen me as much as I chose it. I am prepping for beginning my own deck garden in the spring, and am gloriously hands deep in herbal infused oils. I long to get back to communing with my Goddesses, but for the time being it’s okay that I have not had space to dive in as deeply as I’d like.

I feel like I have a somewhat okay handle on my own health, and even though there are still days when my body feels like death warmed over, I’m on the right track.

One of the biggest things I’ve done this past year was drastically removing toxic and undeserving people from my life. Toxic people who have been using me and manipulating them all because I made the mistake of letting them into my vulnerable years ago. Undeserving people who have proven they are unworthy of having access to my safe spaces. It has been cleansing and releasing to cut ties with people who have tried to put me down or who have sided with my abusers. I deserve better and I am reaching for better. My life has been so full of backstabbers and people who seem to have no qualms about choosing to side with the people who have broken and abused me. I do not have time or space for anyone who tries to use me or who is unwilling to accept me for me. I refuse to water myself down or hide parts of my life because it’s too messy.

That leads me to the words that have been given to me for 2019 –

Dancing + Triumphant

One of my ex-parents recently tried to push through boundaries I clearly and firmly set up 2 1/2 years ago. Her blatant disregard for my boundaries was not triggering as it was once. If anything I was able to see clearly what she was trying to do, and I felt no self-doubts that I had made the wrong choice in cutting her off. I am stronger – oh so much stronger than I was 2 years ago. I am a fierce warrior goddess who is willing to stand her ground to the last enemy. 2019 will be my year of finally getting to dance through the storms life will throw my way. It is my year of triumphing over the trauma that tries to drown me. It is my year of moving and swaying with the flow of life. It is the year I get to move forward with confidence instead of desperately just trying not to drown. I have learned to release and grow and to allow space for the memories of the trauma I have endured to flow through me. They fucking hurt and threaten to pull me under, but they no longer have power over me.

I have learned to acknowledge and show respect to the equal parts of light and dark that I hold within me. I will always have darkness, and be one with the shadows. But I am also a being of light and a healed/healing soul. This was my year of reconciling with the shadows and welcoming them instead of hating them and feeling lost within them. I am a complete being – a broken, beautiful, whole, cyclical being.

I am excited to enter the chaos of 2019. I have no illusions it will be a pretty year, or an easy year, or a year I get to sit down and relax and throw my feet up. It will be a year of working, it will be a year of learning, but how I’m approaching the work that is coming is very different. I have a different perspective now. And that is a beautiful thing.

The Journey I’ve Been On – on becoming a Druidess

Truth be told, this is merely one of many blogs I’ve written on over the past decade. I see blogs as a way to merge my ever shifting thoughts and beliefs with the world I live in and my interests, however fleeting they may be. 

I discovered writing as a way to release the chaos in my head and soul when I was a young girl. But I have never been able to traditionally journal. Having so many health issues, specifically issues with my hands and wrists, holding a pen or pencil for any length of time makes the constant low-grade inflammation in my hands and wrists blaze alight. I never felt like I could keep up with the thoughts in my head with a pen on paper anyway. Blogging was a way for me to not only keep up, but also edit and easily rewrite something when I didn’t feel like it accurately expressed the thoughts in my head. 

Writing was one of the few things my abusive and toxic ex-parents couldn’t take away from me. Despite having inherited the gift of words from my father, I have worked hard to claim this gift as my OWN. When I chose to open this blog, I had a feeling it would have to become public as some point. I have never been able to live for long in the shadows. I was forced to live my childhood isolated and alone and I have promised myself *never again.* When I left Christianity roughly 6 years ago, I felt equally relieved and lonely as I felt a tiny hole reveal itself in my spirit; I was made for spirituality, but not the spirituality religion tried to promise. When I moved to the soul-freeing state of Colorado 4 years ago, I felt an even deeper pull towards the mythical, the mystic, the spiritual energies of witch-hood. But even then, I had a lot more junk to remove from my soul and heart. It was not time. 

I came across this article NUMBER OF WITCHES RISES DRAMATICALLY ACROSS U.S. AS MILLENNIALS REJECT CHRISTIANITY a few days ago and it really got me thinking. I don’t particularly care for the title, as I would say that a lot of my peers are not “rejecting” per se, it’s more of a shrugging off the toxic confines of a religion that has damaged and broken them. As the state of the country and world falls into more and more disrepair, I believe there are many of us who are feeling the waning of positive energies and are fighting to restore balances that desperately need to be healed. 

It’s taken me 6 years to finally be to a place where my heart and soul are ready to allow spirituality to be reborn. Honestly, almost every christian who spouts their beliefs still make me want to puke and make me all ragey, but I am moving past that. The vitriol I feel towards [most] christians is merely a glimpse of how badly and severely that religion broke and tried to destroy me. It seems the farther I get from that religion the less tolerance I have for [almost all of] those inside of it. 

*note: I have several friends who are still Christians, and these feelings are not directed towards them. I have more tolerance for them as I know them personally and even have respect for them for not pushing their beliefs on me or scorning me for my beliefs. 

The path I’ve chosen and have been slowly working towards has been revealing itself tenfold over the past 6 months. When I went through my deconstruction period, erasing the toxicity of christianity, I went that path alone. Only my therapist knew the truth depth of what I was processing and fighting with. The reason for that was because I wanted to make sure every single fucking decision I made was MY and MINE alone. It worked, when I rose out of the deep darkness it took for me to peel off all of the brokenness I felt freed and able to see clearly for the first time. Every time, since then, that my beliefs have shifted or fallen away or solidified, I have done it alone. Which, by the way, is an extremely lonely and alone place to be in. But it is what has been needed to restore any confidence I have in my own mind and ability to make decisions. 

Shortly upon moving to Colorado, I had reached out to several Wiccan covens, but I never followed up on any of the responses I got. Over the years I have learned to listen closely to my intuition and it has never directed me wrong. When my gut said it wasn’t time to approach Wicca, I walked away. And my gut was correct; shortly after that, I entered a massive struggle with my health that only now, after 3 1/2 years, is coming to a place of hopefully balance and healing. When I went to the Mermaid Divine Feminine retreat back in August, it was the first my intuition dove forward and spent the entire weekend whispering in my ear “you’ve come home, my darling, it is time.” I spent most of that weekend in tears reveling in the incredible homecoming feeling surrounding me. 

I had realized a year or two ago that Wicca was not for me. I spent 15 years in an organized religion and I am still saying never again 6 years later. Although Wicca is very closely related to where my spirituality has landed, it is too organized, too close in structure to the organized religion I grew up in. And as I have delved more into my Irish heritage, I have found my peace with joining with my ancestors and the beliefs that are ancient. I have found my deities to worship and honor. I am overwhelmed with the equal level on which I can approach these Goddesses. There is no shame, there is no guilt that I didn’t pray or read my religion texts today. There is a deep sense of power and worth that I have been given and have found through the communion I’ve with my Goddesses. There is a harmony between my beliefs and my daily life. I don’t feel any need to have a balance of when I do my “religious” practices and when I do my day to day life tasks. 

This harmony has given me so much grounding and balance in my heart and soul. How I go about worshiping and honoring my deities is solely on my terms, it is wholly my spiritual practice and there is no to be accountable to anyone other than myself. 

What has drawn me to calling myself a Druidess is that I deeply desire to carry on the vocal traditions of passing down knowledge of the Irish deities. I am drawn to the Morrigan who is closely tied with the Goddess whose name I carry. I am drawn to the beauty and power and balance between death and life the Irish deities hold. The powerful circle of life and death is heavily worshiped and almost every God or Goddess of the Irish Ancients is both a God/Goddess of life AND death. It’s honoring the cycles of healing and destruction, it’s respecting that there is a time for death and lifting up the darkness while allowing the light to be reborn and life to start again. It is so beautiful it makes me teary as I enter into those cycles. Being a Druidess has given me the tools for honoring my own life and the things I have been through and am still going through. Being a Druidess has given me the words to understand the gifts I have been given, including the ability I have always had of being able to look at someone and see their soul. My intuition is powerful and it is only where it is because I have given myself space and permission to be the being I’m meant to be. 

For the first time in my life, I feel whole; complete; not lacking or missing anything. I have stepped into my birthright and through doing so I am claiming the power and healing that has been mine all along but I couldn’t see it. It is a heady feeling stepping into my own. It feels like lying down in a soft and fluffy bed after a hard day of being on your feet all day long. It’s that feeling of standing under a stream of hot water after you’ve been freezing all day. It’s that feeling of receiving a hug from your very favorite person. It’s that feeling of finding a word that perfectly describes exactly what you’re feeling. 

It’s that feeling of coming home. 

And So It Is. 

Working With The Morrigan – meandering thoughts

I recently discovered my library system does inter-library loans and through that program I was able to get a book called Celtic Lore & Spellcraft of the Dark Goddess – Invoking The Morrigan

This book is a book I definitely want to own. It is a detailed description of all three Morrigan sisters, and their myths and legends, and their associations. I am in awe of this book and the information it contains. I also found out some more information about the divine being I am named after. It is thought, that as Medb was said to be born in the Cave of Cruachan, which is the cave the Morrigan called home, that Medb very well may be the Morrigan’s daughter. This makes sense to me as I feel a tight connection between the Morrigan and Medb. The connection holds notes of a mother-daughter connection and that means a lot to me. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about what it is about Paganism that resonates so deeply with me. Part of it is this amazing give and take between the deities you worship and yourself. I love the space that’s given for the whims and wiles of the deities and that it’s expected for them to have emotional pulls and shifts. It’s allowed just as we are allowed, in our human forms, to have the up and downs of emotions. 

There is also, especially in the Celtic deities I am getting initiated with, an emphasis on the cycles of life – Life, Death, Rebirth. There is no guilt or shame associated with the Goddesses I am learning about and am holding sacred space for. For the past two weeks, my body has been in the throes of flare ups with my chronic illnesses. When that happens, my mind shuts down to just the bare minimum. The incredible thing was that during that time, I was not able to focus or doing any rituals or dig deeper into my connection to the Morrigan. Instead of feeling guilty or ashamed that I was letting my deity “down” I felt their compassion and willingness to give me space and time for my body to recover. They have been sitting there patiently waiting for me, no pressure given to me to commune with them. 

This is such a difference from my previous experiences with religion. I am now in a place where I am connecting with and communing with Goddesses who want to get to know me as much as I want to get to know them. I used to struggle with how I could practice paganism and keep up with my daily life as a mother and home-maker. Now I know it is about harmony; my deities are with me throughout my day, I see the beauty around me as I go about my daily life, and I commune with them as I have a moment of time here and there. 

It’s a beautiful thing, finding not only balance, but harmony when it comes to your beliefs. I am aware of a contentment within my soul and heart that has been missing for almost all of my life. I am aware of the fierceness with which the Morrigan is taking an interest in me and entering in to my life. My experiences so far with Badb has been evidence of how much she wants to bring up the deeply hidden trauma scars and help me scrap those out so I can fully heal. 

There is no hiding and there is no disguising the pain I still carry from my past. I went to see my former therapist yesterday for a session with her. I know that in combination with her help and the help of the Morrigan, I am about to make great strides forward. It’s going to be rough, and painful, and exhausting, but it will be worth it. 

DruidCraft Tarot – Goddess Medb and a Grounding Card

As I went through my DruidCraft tarot deck, I had two more cards come to me, these specifically for the Goddess Medb.

Medb was known for her power in war and ability to commune with animals, specifically horses. She was of incredible strength of mind and body. She was fierce and protective and held vindictive justice.

Medb was fiercely protective of her moon cycles and was immensely respected because of that. This quite a meaningful thing to me about the Goddess Medb. Considering how long I have felt traumatized by my moon cycles, interacting and being named after a Goddess who was renowned for how her moon cycle was to be respected and honored, is healing in its own way. I feel like both of these cards are absolutely imbued with Medb’s energy.


I picked up the book that goes with my tarot deck and the book kept opening to a page about “choosing the card that represents you.” After the third time that happened, I kept the book open to that page and read through that section. It explained that one of the ways of making this deck your own was by placing all of the court cards (Kings, Queens, Princesses, and Princes from the Wands, Pentacles, Swords, and Cups suits) in a circle. Then without giving it thought, choosing the card that speaks to you the most. That is then your card – the card you use for grounding during spreads that ask for a grounding or representative card of yourself.

As I laid out the court cards, I think I already knew which card I was going to chose. In fact, as soon as I laid that card out, it was already mine.

I am the Queen of Swords. I have been the Queen of Swords in this deck pretty much from the first time I did a spread with the cards. This card represents Intellect, Gracefulness, and an Analytical mind. She also is a reminder to me to make sure that I am not holding on to too much anger or bitterness about past that I can’t learn the lessons I need to. I see the Queen of Swords justly ruling her domain, but ruling with kindness and grace and love and being firm and just when need be.

All in all, I am thoroughly loving the energy that is being poured and given from my DruidCraft tarot deck. It is an amazing feeling to have two decks that are loudly speaking to me and calling to me. And yet neither are competing with the other, both of my decks have a purpose and specific meaning.

Celtic Goddesses – Macha & Medb

Celtic Goddesses, who are they?

Ever since discovering my Irish heritage as a child, I have been captivated by Irish/Celtic Mythology. Even now, as I meander down this Pagan path, the Celtic Goddesses are by my side. But trying to find concrete information about the goddesses is nigh impossible. I am named after Medb, but I have also seen multiple pieces of information leading towards Medb (Maeve) only having been one incarnation of the Goddess Macha. Macha is one of the Triple death Goddess in Celtic Mythology. Along with Morrigan and Badb, she is the Mother Goddess, but also a War and Fertility Goddess.

It is frustrating and also a little bit fascinating about how many stories of the Celtic Goddesses have been minimized and twisted to fit a subservient women that the christian patriarchy wanted them to look like. Their tales grow more and more weakened and most of the stories now are those of just strong and powerful queens. I have been trying to find the roots of their myths be stripping away the patriarchal layers that have been so heavily applied.

As I peel back those layers, I am seeing the goddesses in different lights. Another thing affecting how I view the ones – that are choosing me as I am choosing them – is their energies sitting with me. Lately I have been sensing that Medb and Macha are the same being. Both are Goddesses of War and Fertility and both are just and protective. It’s difficult for me to find the words to explain what I sense and feel with these Goddesses, especially I don’t have strong research to back up what I feel is right. I don’t know a lot about my Irish heritage, I don’t know where I came from, I just know what I feel from past lives and the dreams I’ve been given.

Over a year ago, I chose the name Maeve because I needed to kill the name I was given at birth. It was a name my abuser proudly held on to and claimed great pride in that he had named me. As I have healed from the abuse he did to me, I felt the strong pull to reclaim my entire being, and through doing that, I needed to reclaim the name I am called. When I chose Maeve, I only knew that it was the name that had been calling to me for a very very long time. I still, to this day, have no recollection of where I came up with that. I firmly believe it was given to me; given to me during my childhood as the name I had to become. As I moved forward with an abrupt swiftness into changing my name, I briefly glanced at what Maeve meant, not caring what it meant as I knew it was my name regardless. And several different articles about the Goddess Maeve kept showing up. I wasn’t fully committed or aware enough of my Pagan path at that point, but that has always stuck to the back of my mind. I was told to look up the Goddess Maeve (Medb) after the gathering I went to almost a month ago, and I immediately remembered what I had seen when I had changed my name.

Macha and Medb sit with me, and I feel their gathering strength when I need help overcoming something. I feel their protectiveness and that I am under their care. Macha and Medb are both women who men tried to conquer, they are both powerful women who proved their prowess time and time again. They are Goddesses who the christian/catholic church tried to cover up and downplay. Medb is a Goddess of the Harvest and she holds fertile land in her hands. Macha is a Goddess of motherhood, fertility, and yet will not hesitate to dive into war when hers are threatened. Macha is also a Goddess of success and fire and was a red-haired incarnated woman. My sun, moon, and rising signs are all the fire signs, and that fiery spirit within me echos the ancient Celtic women. Macha and Medb feel like my mother spirits. I feel safe in their arms, I feel embraced and loved.

Granted these are just all things that I have felt and sensed when looking up these two Goddesses. They are close to me, but I could be wrong. I don’t think I am about what they mean to me, but I think both of these Goddesses will show themselves to each person individually and I may not know them in the same way as another person may.

I don’t know why I feel the need to give a caveat to my beliefs. It’s frustrating that I feel that need, truth be told.  I still struggle with being confident with what I believe it. But not only that, I struggle with fearing others telling me I’m wrong and shaming me for what I do believe in. I spent so many years under the shaming thumb of my abuser and even now, although I am 2000 miles away from his grasp, and have shaken off the majority of the chains he bound me with, I still feel his shaming whisper in my ear. As I lean in Macha and Medb, that whisper grows fainter and I am aware of their whispers of encouragement, strength, and love overcoming the shaming voice of my abuser.

Come, Macha, I pray you protect my home and my space.

Medb, strengthen the foundations of my mind and give me guidance in fighting back against those who seek to harm me and mine. 

Macha, I pray for your mothering spirit to guide my hands in mothering my own children, and mothering myself. 

Thank you Medb and Macha for being present in my life and holding me close and protecting me and mine. 

Underworld Womb Woman

All of my life I have been aware of entities and forces moving around me and ahead of me. But I spent my childhood abused and unknowingly the survivor of childhood sexual abuse. When I was about the age of 12, I deeply longed for death. If you had asked me if I was suicidal I would have denied with every fiber of my being. But I just wanted rest, I wanted space to be able to take a breath. My soul was dying and I spent many hours curled up in the corner of my room, sobbing and writing little notes that said “I just want to go home.”

“Home” meant heaven. I wanted to die. But someone stood next to me and every time, picked me up and told me that I was strong enough, I would be able to make it. My first experience of having a channeling done, I started crying. The spirit that was being channeled was one of the ones who had stood by me and made sure that I would be able to keep going during those years. They were the reason I am still here today. A year ago when my memories returned and I finally had all the pieces of what happened to me as a child, a lot of things made more sense.

As I have started learning to reconcile and accept the shadows within me, the deeper my desire has grown to be there and hold space for my fellow sisters who are also CSA survivors. I have had the desire to use my story to help others for as long as I can remember. This desire to let others who have been and are in my shoes know that they are not alone. If I can use a knowledge of herbs and oils to help that, I want to pursue that too. I want to give other women and sisters the hope I’ve found and I want to bring other women along in my journey of healing and discovery and to show them it is possible to heal. Not only heal, but to thrive.

It is hard to move past the deeply seated anger I have towards one of my parents. Ironically it’s not the one who abused me. I see pictures of my younger self and my heart is wrenched with sadness for what happened to her/me. The scars and shadows caused for having been abused as a child are what draws me to the darker Goddesses, like Lilith.

She is a dark goddess, she is a goddess who sits with the shadows, she’s helping me to harmonize my dark and light sides. I have been of the darkness for so long, I almost don’t remember what it’s like to be full of light. My lightness cowers because I have been shamed and guilted for having a good time or for being happy. I am still learning that it is okay to be in a good place, that that does not diminish or negate my shadows. I find peace in my darkness/shadows. I find a comfort because it is familiar. It is something that makes me feel safe.

One thing about those shadows is this traumatized feeling I have surrounding menstrual blood. I grew up being taught that my blood was something to be ashamed off. That it was dirty and disgusting. It didn’t help that my moon cycles were incredibly painful and brought horrific amount of pain each month. I also had a severe aversion BECAUSE of having been sexually abused as a child. Even after having two children, moon blood still makes me have a panic/anxiety attack.

Having been introduced to both Goddesses Medb and Lilith, and knowing their relationships with moon blood, it makes me half sad that I have had a procedure done to make sure that I don’t bleed. I want to rebuild a relationship with my moon cycles, which is going to be difficult because of how much pain is associated with my hormones and my entire womb space. But I think I do want to heal. I do want to transition from this is something that only causes me pain, to this is something beautiful and something to honor.

I want to find a way to acknowledge the shadows and allow them to blend and mesh with the entirety of my being instead of staying in the darkness. I want to find a way to help my fellow sisters do the same thing.

Maeve of Tara

Maeve ~

The name I chose for myself a year and a half ago.

The name I was given at some point in my childhood.

I still have no recollection of where I came in contact with this name. It is the name that has been calling to me all of my life. When it was time to cut the strings to the man who abused me and tried so very hard to break me, I knew it was time to take on the name of Maeve.

It is a name that means strength, perseverance, goddess, and shadows to me. It is a name that has become so fully my own that I have no doubt I was born with the name hiding inside of me. As I learn more of the Goddess Medb (ancient spelling of Maeve), the more I see myself in the recounts of her adventures. I see someone who is a goddess who is one with Mother Earth, the animals and plants that full this earth, and a just goddess. Seeing her under all of the Christianized versions of her tales as she walked this earth takes work. I don’t see her as the vindictive, brash, sexual queen who may or may not have been a goddess. I don’t see her as the jealous bitch the stories try to paint her as. She was strongly rooted in her femininity; her moon blood was of the utmost importance. And I believe that she reveled in worshiping the cycles of the moon and the earth, especially rejoicing during the times of harvest.

I chose the name Maeve of Tara for this space as Tara is the ancient home of the Celtic Gods and Goddesses. As I am pulling from being the namesake of the Goddess Mebd, and as my name is also Maeve, this is what I felt Spirit telling me to name this space.