Buttercups and Queen Anne’s lace line the path of a thousand years.
We walk back into our consciousness.
We walk back into the mystery and the mists.
We walk into our greatness and power.
Our hearts are open, expansive, deep and wise.
Our connection with the sacredness of the earth
whirls in the wind and sets us free.
The moon and the sun balance the energies of the ancient ones
with the possibilities of our future
We are spirals dancing toward the unimaginable
in grace, peace and centeredness.
We are today’s priestesses and tomorrow’s wise women.
We hold the mysteries, the star dust, and the rain.
We laugh from our bellies.
We dance from our innate sense of our feet being one with the earth.
We are wild women, noble and timeless.
Glastonbury is a village of profound wonder, mystery and spirit. Tor Hill represents the masculine; and Chalice Well, the feminine. I wrote “Wild Women” the first night of our retreat. We had all just walked the Tor Hill as the sun was setting. The evening was truly magical. The mystery and myths encompassed us. I felt as if I had been there before.