Fall is definitely creeping through the foothills of the Appalachians and finally the temperature is beginning to cool. All summer I’ve yearned for cooler temperatures as there has been so many days where there is very little difference between the day and the night temperatures.
Today I feel unsettled, restless. I had this vision that I just want to retreat to the temple of the Ancestral Mother’s. To enter the temple in the half light of dawn and open the door and windows to the new day. I yearn to lie down in front of her altar, look up to see images of the ancient mothers and her symbols as I purify myself in the aroma of dried herbs grown from the garden. To turn on some music which expands this moment and stretches me back through the ages to my foremothers and to the future foremothers.
I’ll light some candles and offer prayers into the day. Remind myself to create from a place of mystery rather than yesterdays or last week’s emotions! Then i’ll make some coffee and head upstairs to the studio which shares the same roof as the temple as of course it’s sacred work!
Since the times when our temples to Her were razed to the ground, our beliefs poured into ‘fairy tales’ for safe keeping, our work done in the shadows as a reign of terror was raged on womankind, one which is sadly raging after thousands of years! I see the old temples held by each women – one might hold the light of the candles, another remembers the ancient songs. Some women recreate the banners and the old script, others create altars while some have the vision of the rituals and deep ceremony. When we come together in circle we rebuild the temples, we might have to travel for our temples are nomadic and the faces in our circles may change but between us we light the candles, sing the songs and still honor Her.
Altoid tin traveling altar
Her Temple on Scottish Soil
For now my temple and my tribe of women are nomadic. The call is out for women to gather and build that nomadic temple on Scottish soil. Some will bring the light of the candles, others bring her songs in their blood and each of us bring an honoring that is knitted into our bones. Together we will create her temple on Scottish soil on a land steeped in her rich mythology!
Please share this link with any kindred women who you know hold the memory in her honor!