Daring to Dance the Dream

Perhaps

2012-02-06T15:33:00.001-04:00

My Brother's Pants

2011-08-04T17:05:00.001-03:00

Fresh, crisp cloth. Green, yellow, brown vertical stripes. My brother’s pants were a work of art.

My mother’s gift to each of us children each September was an outfit crafted by her very hands, imbued with her love, patience, and tasteful sense of fashion . It was her way of making sacred our first day of school, sending us off cloaked in her protective magic.

Standing with my brother, Matthew, by my side at the end of our country lane, I remember the cool air on my bare arms and legs. It was summer turned into autumn with promises of heat and wasps in the midday sun. I can feel my mothers’ eyes and warm presence watching her two of three children leave for school, the first day of school.

Distant rumbling announces the yellowy-orange school bus with its low spiralling dust funnel travelling along behind on Stephen Township concession #5. The doors of the bus open with a squeak and a jiggle and my eyes meet the beady piercing cold blue of Roxy Weber’s. Her auburn hair is piled high. Her lips are an astonishing fire-engine red. Her whole being seems to tremble with a fragility I had never before witnessed in an adult. She was our driver.

My brother, clad in his green, yellow, brown striped pants of wow, steps up the big steps with me following in my lilac dress with an Irish wool cape with strands of spring green, pink and lavender woven through. Clutching the handle of my shiny blue plastic lunch bucket, I am struck by an intense mélange of scent: a combination of new vinyl seat coverings off-gassing and potent peanut butter fumes leaking from the many school children’s lunch buckets.

My brother and I enter a hole of silence. Everyone is looking. Everyone is staring. I feel like I want to use this powerful energy to vanish myself and land magically in the warm, sunny, safe kitchen of easy mornings and child’s play close to my Mother.

The silence is broken by whisperings, then the single malevolent voice of a stranger seated near the rear of the bus, calls out, “NICE PANTS, GIRLY-BOY.” Quickly, I realize this venomous attack is aimed at my brother and his pants of wow lovingly made by my Mother. My heart sinks and I reach into the wounded heart of my brother sitting next to me. Not a word I dare utter, respecting his ability to handle this attack.

The bus ride through Crediton and up past the fertile marshlands to Stephen Central Public School seems eternal. The voices of children playing and the rhythmic groaning of the swings welcomes us into the schoolyard.

I watch my brother step off the bus and without hesitation, draw his yellow lunch bucket back and swing it through to strike the nasty boy on his ribs and back. Carrot sticks, a bologna sandwich and an apple are strewn about the pavement; a thermos, rolls to a tinkling stillness onto the gravel shoulder.

The authorities scramble from the corners of the schoolyard to ‘handle the situation’ and haul my brother away for discipline.

I am speechless, yet unafraid. Inside, I am, in a surprising way, deeply proud of my brother for taking the law into his own hands. My brother had taken his place and stood up for himself, unafraid of the consequences. My brother had not chosen to bury these hurtful words deep inside, to be looked at perhaps later in his life.

Green, yellow, brown vertical stripes. Fresh crisp cloth. My brother’s pants were never worn again.

written by Sarah McClure

October 13, 2010

Come to the Temple

2011-05-22T15:19:00.007-03:00

Come to the temple

for the sacred rituals,

my brothers and sisters

and be not afraid

of what is Natural

and True.

For you to be awakened

by this very Earth

and her Magick.

By her holy elements

holding you,

rolling you,

lighting you up,

inspiring you,

swaying you,

sweeping you,

lightening your step.

Let the temple be your

place to come Home

and be lifted,

carried off,

at once.

Sink in.

Fly.

Forget everything you have been taught.

Remember your essence.

Remember the tune that plays

within you,

your holy instrument.

This is all I ask of you.

written in the air between Halifax and Toronto

by Sarah dancing temple Priestess

on her 47th birthday (Friday, May 13, 2011)

Kiesha Little Grandmother speaks on 2012

2011-05-22T15:08:00.005-03:00

Click here to experience a message from Kiesha Little Grandmother as she speaks on 2012.

"Tickle, tickle"

2011-05-04T16:41:00.001-03:00

Artwork by Hanna Borkowska Kirk (age 8)

Pleasantville, Nova Scotia

"Tickle me hard"

2011-05-04T15:59:00.004-03:00

"Tickle me hard," said the young Trika, invitingly.

I want another job!

2011-05-04T15:00:00.009-03:00

"I want another job."

This was the beautiful chant I heard sweet SummerHawk sing to me last night as she was helping me make cookies.

When I awoke this morning, I heard her voice singing in my heart: "I want another job...give me another job!"

I am reminded of the fairies and all the other helpers who are available to us and who are so ever-present and willing to be put to work. The fairy in me, the fairy in you. Waiting to delight!

The more we call spirit helpers into service, the more they will flutter around, awake and ready to assist.

And we must simply ASK.

My heart is singing with this chant, thanks to this radiant four year old reminding me of how we can live our life totally.

"I want another job!!! Put me to work, Great Spirit, Great Mystery. I am delighted to Serve."

with love and blessings,

Sarah dancing temple Priestess

Inner Rhythm

2011-04-07T16:50:00.005-03:00

Inner rhythm

My heart leapt out of my body

Sun setting

Ice melting

Waters opening

Clock ticking

Children growing

My heart has leapt out of my body

chasing the chocolate eyes of my only child

I wonder why it is he dines with a strange, orderly woman tonight?

I see her at the Parent-Teacher meeting

pretending

to be his Mother

She is not.

So, here I nap.

the Sabbath nap

in a funny man's house

He collects egg shells in a jar on the kitchen counter

and smashes them with a mallet as the jar fills up

pulverized bits of calcium

once ovalic homes for little chicks

smashed to bits

Security of the Mother

loving her Child

Will you show me the art of Mothering and living abundantly from my Heart?

Inner rhythm

My heart leapt out of my body

watching the wordless girl

clacking rocks together

blowing feathers around the room

dancing with the flame

See how she is True?

See her follow?

Inner rhythm

My heart leapt out of my body

when I witnessed the Dark One,

Latisha,

speak her Truth

with her whole body

looking straight into the eyes of the

Patriarch

he dissolved before her

and found himself

in a puddle

reborn

She positioned herself

before me

I became her 'back', so tho speak

She became my voice, our voice,

the voice of the collective feminine divine

returning

The circle was the community

witnessing

In circle we are one

Holding her

Her pain

is mine/ours.

My pain

is hers/everyone's

Her power is

my power

My power

is her/everyone's power

Inner rhythm

My heart leapt out of my body

when the red-headed, freckle-faced boy

leapt over the fire

so naturally,

so gleefully

This is not your average

day at school

Chaos reigns here

New moon

Inner rhythm

My heart leads my body

Listen

Living like this requires Coeurage

My heart

March 2011

by Sarah dancing temple priestess

Love Magick

2011-04-07T16:28:00.007-03:00

This piece of art was created by Sarah this Valentine's Day. Deeply inspired by the love and creativity that moves through and touches all, whether we are in a sacred partnership with another or not, this love is an offering, a blessing of Magick.The spell of forgetting would be broken and eyes would widen with wonder and miracles would come forth and LOVE would burst forth for the truest memory of LOVE is everywhere and within everyone.

from Gail Swanson's, "Heart of Love - Mary Magdalene Speaks"

2011-02-08T14:42:00.003-04:00

Snow fort

home of whiteness

glowing castle magick

oh how I love to sculpt this stuff

Fortress

Sing We Noel

2010-12-27T17:55:00.003-04:00

I was lifted and opened by the sweet voices of this year's Mother & Daughter choir which performed at St. John's Lutheran Church in Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia on December 22, 2010. Here is captured one of their pieces, an Ethiopian piece called, Issay!Issay! Directed by Leslee Barry of Clearland (near Mahone Bay) and supported by an amazing team of talented instrumentalists including the young 15 year old, Kathryn Wagner you see on piano in this short video. Enjoy!

2010-12-27T17:49:00.001-04:00

If you have a relationship,

you tell the truth.

If you don't,

you have an entanglement.

Most communication can be cleared up in 10 minutes

if people are communicating heart to heart.

Gay Hendricks

2010-12-27T17:40:00.005-04:00

We can never know real intimacy until we befriend all our feelings and inner states, including the ones hiding inside our fears. Only then can we be open with others because we are no longer afraid of what they may touch in us. Then, we can be as intimate with other people as we are with our own being and with Life itself.

Alan Lowen

The Art of Being

A November Saturday in Halifax

2010-11-15T22:29:00.004-04:00

This film was created after a trip to Halifax with my son, Roan.

Life is always an adventure with you, dear Roan.

I love you dearly!

Lovesong Sacred Ceremony

2010-10-06T15:48:00.008-03:00

Here is a taste of what the Lovesong offering is. We are a core group of sound healers and energy workers who are creating a safe container for you to receive a bath of sound and movement intended to renew, purify, awaken, nurture you deeply. Suzanne Hollett of Peggy's Cove is the creator of the Lovesong. Players shown in this clip are Suzanne, Kelly Beale (guitar,vocals...), Paul X Newton (didgeridoo), and me, Sarah McClure. We are now prepared to offer these healings to the public - both individual and group session work. Please contact me: sejmcclure@gmail.com or Suzanne: suzanne@thelovesong.ca with LOVESONG in the subject line. We are delighted to be of service to you!

Temple Talk with Sarah

2010-07-14T20:43:00.003-03:00

Sarah Priestess' Message by the Mush-a-Mush

2010-07-14T14:12:00.002-03:00

Sarah at Sperry Beach, Petite Rivière, Nova Scotia

2010-07-04T11:45:00.002-03:00

Drumlin Fairy

2010-06-23T12:37:00.002-03:00

I lived in Petite-Rivière, Nova Scotia in 2006 with my son, Roan.

During our time there, we spent time every day walking by the sea and on the magical emerald green drumlins. Every time I walk this land, I feel deeply touched by the magick: the salty sea air, the presence of the fairies. Worries seem to be graciously lifted from me; I feel playfully invited to work my own magick, to extend my loving heart to the world.

I present to you, the Drumlin Fairy, in all her mischievousness, in all her innocence, in all her power and beauty.

Sarah

the Drumlin Fairy

Selkie Gypsy Enchantress

2010-06-23T11:48:00.002-03:00

Dear Friends:

I am sharing here a story of my own sacred sexual journey. When in Scotland, on the Isle of Arran, I asked of Spirit how I had experienced this land at another time. What I share here is the journey/vision I received that day. I am offering this 'medicine-story' as a deep sharing from my heart. I want you to know that what is important to me from this vision is the essential feeling of CLEAR, PURE and PLAYFUL LOVE, with no sense of sexual guilt or shame attached. This struck me as TRUE to my basic NATURE. True Love does have a free-flowing, generous, playful quality that extends to the all.

This powerful feeling of purity invited me to place loving attention on any feelings I had/have of sexual guilt or shame. I have been on a dedicated path of 'clearing my own womb'.

In sharing this truth, I would like you to know that my current path does not involve a disrespect of monogamy or a choice to be intimate with one other. I feel this is a beautiful path and choice....and it is not for everyone.

My invitation to myself and to you also, is to be totally honest with ourselves around the agreements we make in forming relationships. Are we being deeply loving and respectful of our true nature?

Be blest.

Sarah McClure

Selkie Gypsy Enchantress

Journey of a Sacred Sexual Healer

2010-06-19T09:43:00.003-03:00

2010-06-19T00:33:00.003-03:00

If I Could Dance Your Love Forever

2010-05-19T21:36:00.003-03:00

Dancing Temple Gypsy

2010-04-28T14:52:00.004-03:00

Swing and Smash

2010-04-10T19:57:00.003-03:00

I see you in your goofiness

and today it does not delight me -

but repulses me.

Which is it you want me to be?

Your mother or your lover?

Your lover or your mother?

It struck me the first time I saw

you eat at the table

fork and knife poised skyward,

elbows raised for efficiency...

I saw you dive in

like a pubescent boy

slurping, sucking, gnawing, chawing.

Is this the way you enter me

with your rod, your tool?

With no finesse, nor grace -

but with ravenous appetite?

I spit on your boots

and push you to the ground.

I goad you with a stick.

Hovering over you

until you release yourself

from your own prison

of Mother-hating boy.

Go there, be there,

remember that painful place

now

and you will be free

from creating a life

which is made of running away,

being cool,

playing the good boy,

the trustable one.

I dare you to do something foolish,

rebellious,

truly irresponsible for you.

Swing and smash

yourself awake.

Be free,

my brother.

Sarah Priestess

March 26, 2010

Temple Burger

2010-04-10T18:57:00.003-03:00

Return to the Temple

2010-04-10T18:28:00.002-03:00

What does this chocolate-eyed, big-hearted man do, inviting the Goddesses into silence to consider these questions?

Shall I dare tell him that the Way for me is not through deep contemplation, but rather by leaving

the man in the dark cave to ponder these ideas himself...

...whilst we go on hands and knees touching roots and mosses, sniffing and snorting the Wild Earth pungency

...plunging into river madness, screaming to the mountain-tops our joyous craziness.

I sit and watch my Goddess deny her Nature - hold her Breath, leaning back in her seat, not swallowing; eyes squinting and straining, cringing and grimacing, forcing a 'restfulness' making herself the steady one - which was never God's design.

Hallelujah!

She is the wild one and must be witnessed in all her raving madness - tripping and falling, hair flying, pelvis writhing, screaming and exalting like the wildest thunderstorm.

Wait.

"Are thunderstorms dangerous?" you ask.

Do you know the most beautiful freshness in the air that comes only after a lightning storm?

I invite you to Breathe that in Sisters and Brothers!

Go ahead.

Within that is both the answer and the question.

And we focus so much on the danger of the Lightning storm and the potential of the towering tree being incinerated to the ground leaving nothing but a piece of smouldering charcoal on the Earth.

I am as wise and open as the towering tree. I am as humble and reduced as the piece of charcoal.

I return to the temple to dance before the men and await to hear their deep ponderings from the cave.

Sarah Priestess

December, 2009

Dreaming Dragon Girl

2010-04-10T18:25:00.005-03:00

Dreaming dragon girl

clouds and hills and icy snow

riding on the winds, we go

Shape our dreams

Shine our beams

Warm us by your fiery glow

Only those who dream will know

Dreaming dragon girl

by Sarah Priestess

March 2, 2010

inspired by Grace on Jake's drumlin

Sip and Pray

2010-04-10T18:16:00.002-03:00

Sit here

and drink

this healing elixir

I have made for you.

Sipping slowly

the healing love

medicine

Mother Earth

has provided.

Green gold

Earth sun

Pour some more

Hold the cup

in vessel hands

Prayers for you

eyes closed

sipping down

the healing Queen

the dreaming dream

the golden green

quenching

tea

the Grandmother's drink

quietly

they sip and pray

sip and pray

their life away

wild children play

the sweet medicine

of old

sweet medicine

of old

Take this cup

the elixir made

for you this day

sip and pray

your life away

a golden green

a dreaming Queen

sweetness made

this day

by Sarah Priestess

March 9, 2010

to be held in this Beauty

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Thin fine thread connecting Heaven,

I spiral down

to meet the Earth.

Listening to her,

I am raised up effortlessly,

lightly,

over and over again.

Tender surroundings

liquid gold

washes around me

protecting me,

holding me,

rocking me,

enveloping me.

So gentle and kind this is,

to be held

in this Beauty.

Sarah Priestess

written in an authentic movement

offering October 20, 2008

Broad Cove haka dance

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file:///Users/sarahmcclure/Desktop/Roan's%20Rocket%20large.mov

with grace and direction, she leads

2008-10-11T01:09:00.003-03:00

She moves....

stately

upright

meaningfully

diving into your ocean

dramatically

lovingly encompassing the Nation

bringing in the children to be nourished and cared for

calling out to the Nation in peace, love, gentleness

softly scolding

stateliness

with grace and direction

she leads

October 9, 2008

Mahone Bay, NS

written by student following authentic movement piece

She moves like drifting clouds

2008-10-11T01:04:00.003-03:00

She moves like

drifting clouds

feeling the expansive sky

exploring this vastness

gliding

spread wide open

to the ALL

She moves like

tenderness sweeping

rays of crystal light

streaming into the Universe

dancing magic

She moves like a soft

waterfall

coloured leaves in Fall

knowing icy winter

is on its way

October 9, 2008

Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia

(written following authentic movement piece)

Today I served

2008-10-06T21:54:00.002-03:00

Today, I served

the 'servants'

a luscious juicy omelette

dripping with cheese,

slivered garden tomatoes,

parsley and sweet red onion

minced finely

and somehow we spoke of

the men of the world

who ask large women

to sit on them

and bounce

the master sat by sipping

coffee

smiling

and cleaned up the plates

Sarah Priestess

October 6, 2008

Bridgewater, Nova Scotia

Sparkling gypsies

2008-10-06T14:28:00.005-03:00

Your part and my part fit together

Just what would you do with a great big space in time?

a big beach in front of you?

the salty sea air to inhale?

a breakwater that looks like a dragon?

And a bicycle?

a green hill you tobogganed down

on a sparkly February day

when this land is quieter than quiet is -

quieter than a breath held from letting go?

I still see a magical parade on that hilltop.

Sparkling gypsies

claiming that land as their own.

Making music on their way.

A happy pilgrimmage

Going where?

Just going.

Nomads

owning nowhere

but their passage

owning nowhere

but their brilliant journey

owning nowhere

but their twinkling eyes

full of tales

richer than the most precious

of jewels.

"Dare,"

she whispers,

"to follow the invitation."

"Gather up the storytellers now,

ring the churchbells that have been silent too long.

Let the magic spill out

and fill the land

with what is Real and True.

Hang the shimmering cloth flapping in the wind.

Prepare the gypsy caravan.

Breathe in deeply.

Fill yourself up with this energy.

This is yours to claim forevermore.

You are the salty sea air,

the gentle river,

the emerald drumlin,

the fragrant lilac,

the open wings,

the small footprint in the sand.

You are all of this and more."

Blessed be.

Sarah Priestess

September 2007

Petite-Rivière, Nova Scotia

We are like dragons in love

2008-10-05T23:21:00.004-03:00

Then in the afternoon, my enchantress is at work. I follow a very strong impulse - arriving behind a beautiful Gaspésien. I am and he is delighted by this sudden fairy appearance.

From the beginning, our dance is rich with sensuality, warmth, skin, sweat, pushing limits, primal connection.

Our dance is long and limitless. It is both in the Sky and on the Earth. Even in the Earth and mud. We are like dragons in love - finding each other again. We close. I am feeling his hand on my belly - pulsing deeply - we hold hands and deepen our breath - letting go - yet savouring this magic.

It is rich. It is divine. It is so intense. My temptation is to become obsessed with this man - following him with my eyes - everywhere. I know where he is always in the room. This connection is exciting and frightening at once. We have made love and now our energies are forever merged. I celebrate his dance. His energy. His sensuality. His clown. His magic. His beauty. He has taken great care of his vessel. It shines like crystal.

So then what happens - I make up a story - my fire is so intense that I've frightened him. I believe now that I have scared him away or myself away. I have entered into a way of being that is so natural - yet so far away in expression. Truly a reclamation of my true sensual self.

I yearn to dance with this man again for this reminder, for this connection.

At performance time, I become aware that he is linked with another - very truly sexually linked. It is clear. I admit now to myself my disappointment. (Why must

I always be drawn to clearly unavailable men?)

I obsess, yet avoid. Obsess, yet avoid. I settle down on the edge of the stage - watching, pretending to be happy. Inside I am overwhelmed with disappointment and sorrow. I am on the verge of tears.

Do I stay or go? Climb the steps of the 'Oratoire' and cry my plea to the Moon? I am lonely here. I do want a partner with whom I can share my life. A partner or a triangle?

I stay and rest in the sadness, watching the dance, the celebration. He passes by and appears to avoid me, doesn't join with me. Once again - deep connection - then dropped like a hankie - forgotten.

Then I catch myself thinking the thought .

Heh, Sarah - how do you like this reality you are creating? Do you like the pain? Is this enjoyable?

SHIFT. Yes - pivot. New awareness. I decide to feel deeply the beautiful connection with this man.

PADOOM. He comes to me. Instant manifestation. He wheels around and approaches me. A new dance begins. It also is delightfully delicious. We are energetic, daring, sexy together. A new return to this magic. I am brave and share with Hugues how he and his conjoint, Nathalie, inspire me. Their energy together. This is a breaking point. He hears this, takes it in. I am another lover. An honouring one.

Sunday. We haven't yet danced this day. At lunch, in our long and luscious hug, we secretly promise a dance later; it is a clear must.

And we do. This time Hugues finds me. At times we search for the yesterday dance. He slips an elastic off my wrist and motions me to tie my hair back. He then tugs on this new pony-tail as if igniting me all over again. We grow to another level leaping and falling. It becomes rough and tumble and we love it.

Push and shove - aggressive - he bites my neck. I am ready to lick him. Kiss his back. He is fatigued and I cast a spell on him, dancing a fairy dance, sweeping new energy around him. Blowing kisses on his sweaty neck. We are so sexy together. I love this

exploration.

In our final resting place, he offers his Truth. He tells me of my big heart. He tells me that what we have danced is Truth, profound, very deep. So much is offered in his words, I can barely receive it. It is so loving and honouring. He says he is FULL, filled up so much by me and my joy, my being.

"Now, go," he says, "share your beauty with others. Leave me to rest."

Getting up to leave challenges me deeply. But I do.

Sarah Priestess

November, 2006

Montréal

jamais oublier

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Je ne vais jamais oublier tes yeux bruns, ta tendresse, ta joie de vivre.

Ma soirée était complêtement garni par ta présence chaleureuse.

Merci Antoine.

Sarah Priestess

le 30 août, 2007

l'île d'Orléans

Euphorie

2008-10-05T22:36:00.003-03:00

I see clover

and plantain -

blades cut off.

I see old steeples,

an old woman cleaning cobwebs.

Rolling distant mountains.

I hear 1001 cars going somewhere,

his feet on the gravel,

a school boy calling out

for a ball maybe.

I see abandoned buildings

that will soon be funky

loft apartments - closer and closer

to their destiny.

I see old stone walls

protecting.

I feel the wind in my hair

the juice in my loins,

the desire to be touched

lovingly.

I feel the air under my skirt,

my belly breathing on the earth.

I wonder what the bald fellow

makes with his ropes - he is gone.

I wonder if there is a private place

for me here to experience

my own ecstasy?

I wonder how one meets someone

to share this purpose -

truly, safely?

I imagine rolling, tumbling gently

with another on this green

space.

I imagine being taken by surprise

by a serpent

entering my skirts from below -

breathing his breath

on my wetness.

Then licking gently, softly.

The freedom to moan and scream

here would be sensational.

C'est où le bénévole??

I invite you in.

I imagine practising my temple priestess - blessing-

maybe the bald rope man with a dance of energy - a

calming - a gift of energy -

a washing.

Will anyone notice if I just

come right here,

secretly on the Earth.

Rising energy.

I must do something with it.

This juice is too much.

Or is it?

No more spoken words for now.

Just quiet and magical

movement.

In, out.

Rhythm is inside you.

Pulsing.

Calling up Earth's energy

to meet the sky.

What are you afraid of?

Let it go.

Just let it go.

People watching people.

Keeping space.

What do they really want?

What do I really want?

Am I willing to receive it? Truly?

There goes the 'boy writing words'.

Sarah Priestess

August 30, 2007

Ville de Québec

Coquelicot

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Coquelicot

Vous êtes danseuse

Vos jupes dansant

au vent.

Poppy

You are like a flamenco dancer

turned upside down

layers of red skirt

playing in the wind.

le 28 août, 2007

VivHerbes

Notre-dame-du-Lac

Québec

Vow to be normal?

2008-10-05T22:09:00.003-03:00

I just about had a baby

with a bald-headed man.

He was nearly a father to my son,

a sailing and dory coach.

We just about lived on the banks of the LaHave River

in the fog and the wind.

With a small garden patch

and a very nosey neighbour.

I just about walked into a multi-faceted agreement

with a madman -

that I would vow to be 'normal',

play the money-game...

and live a life of unconsciousness

with plenty of good sex.

Swing music playing in the background.

Where did this space come from now

and am I able to receive it into my heart?

I have been through some hard times and nearly died.

The sky fell this May.

In 3 days -

I lost home, lost baby, lost job, lost relationship.

Enough to stop anyone in their tracks...

to die or to wake-up?

Which is it - ? To die? Or to wake-up?

Are you going to listen, girl?

To the messages of the heart?

Share your story, ease your pain.

Do the ritual?

Sarah Priestess

August 2007

seal dancing

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Seal dancing

Waves rolling and bashing

Sun soaking into my bones

Why are you tempted to believe you are not loved,

you are betrayed, ignored? This is not TRUE.

See how you are held here. See how you are free now.

The 'campaign' is but a pilgrimmage.

We are all healers making our way to the masses.

Listening deeply.

Shifting energy.

Sarah Priestess

October, 2008

Bridgewater, Nova Scotia

invocation of the sisters of the temple

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Temple priestess

sacred work you do

you are in tune

sacred temple in Nature pouring with Light and healing

gentle, sensual dance - inviting out the primal, the deep.

My sisters, let us recognize each other and work together in this

sacred and sensual celebration.

Sarah Priestess

September 29, 2008

sweetness in my bones

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I feel a sweetness in my bones about this well-lived day.

I have danced in the sunlight, felt the healing vibrations of the didgeridoo

move through my core, waking me up, cleansing my vessel.

I have heard the crows, seen the wisps of clouds dance across the sky.

I feel warmth and comfort rise up within me. I am being awakened for very deep work.

I thank-you, Great Spirit for using me well this day.

Sarah Priestess

September 16, 2008

Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia

we together

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It is as if

we together

are allowing ourselves

to be moved by one force.

A divine power.

An energy that moves and pulses through us.

Expressing:

There is no leader.

There is no master, no servant.

There is no subservience.

There is simply this merged expression.

A celebration.

A dance.

Sarah Priestess

August 2008

the Earth is supposed to be solid

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The EARTH

is supposed to be solid

you know

terra firma.

But, I woke up this morning

with red earth splashed on the side of my tent

red like blood

after a battle

the wind and sea combined powers with Earth

I did see the vulnerability of the cliff's edge

and recognized the possibility of slipping spontaneously into the sea.

Merging

in an instant.

Why must I plant my home

so close to the edge

in dangerous places?

Circle of protection.

Surround me.

I am awake to the dangers,

the power of an angry sea.

Tobacco and salt.

I breathe and live in this place.

Remember giving birth to new life

requires great energy and strength -

to fully let go and allow the new birth.

Sarah Priestess

Iles-de-la-Madeleine/Magdalene Islands, Quebec

August 26, 2008

cerf-volalnt

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Cerf-volant

magique

wind and kite

a dance

not a fight

a colourful collective expression

one needs the other

one desires the other

the more the one gives, the more the 'other' is able to participate in this ONEness,

this merging of energies.

So, you give your part

What are you now?

Kite or wind?

Or both?

And if so?

What do we call this?

All of these people here are players.

Playing with the wind and the sea.

Brave, they practise this letting go, merging.

It is their dance. Their play. Their edge.

Sarah Priestess

Iles de la Madeleine/Magdalene Islands, Quebec

August 28, 2008

We know only freedom

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Little girl eyes light up and he sees this.

Lifting flute he plays her a tune and her spirit dances inside.

Outside she is chained, tethered.

I slip into my fairy wings and dance quietly down the path behind her.

Slowly she turns to take notice, tangled in her tether.

The winds lift my wings, the sun sparkles my feathers.

I am soaring on his music now.

She lifts her chubby wings and tilts and glides with me.

Forgetting the rope, the chain,

we know only freedom in this moment.

Sarah Priestess

Friday, October 3, 2008

Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia

With wings wide open, I greet you

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I am stirred by your forces.

Your deep blue mystery.

I am touching the deep peace and kindness that dwell within you.

May I love you? May I hold you?

I mean like you've never allowed before?

The time is now.

The way has been made.

Between lands, you have caught a glimpse of fairy magic.

Delivered freely on the deep blue sea.

Open-eyed children know magic and receive the gift as ordinary.

Follow the invitation.

Dance with me for a wee while.

I am ready for you.

With wings wide open,

I greet you.

Sarah Priestess

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Broad Cove, Nova Scotia

tomorrow, I will smell of the sea

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Today, I bring this sea to you.

Because she lives so alive in me.

I am holding her in infinite presence.

Gentle lapping in and out.

Breathing kelp.

Massaging layers, upon layers, upon layers of bronze, tawny strands.

Today there is not a single worry in the sea.

All of that pain is dissolved in the salty air, soft wind and golden sunlight.

A potion for freedom.

Spirits lift high and soar

forgetting,

remembering, forgetting, remembering.

It is so easy to Love on these days.

Dipping toes in September warmth and freshness.

I smell apples crisp and tart.

There is no hunger here.

You fill me up with such vital essence.

Tomorrow,I will smell of the sea.

Sarah Priestess

Broad Cove, Nova Scotia

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Orange and deeper orange

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Orange and deeper orange.

The life I see unveiled.

May I join this ecstasy often!

Swimming, tumbling,

Moving through small spaces unafraid

low to the ground like an earthly animal

I am near the roots

smelling the moist, the rich

She lifts me up higher

like a tree I am now reaching my leaves

to the Light.

Softly supported, leaning into the wind...

I am free.

Sarah Priestess

spoken after a movement journey

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia

She will pass through

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It is a drizzly warm rain that rolls down the window panes. The powerful pines stand tall outside our simple golden and elegant studio space. Smoke from the sacred sage swirls about preparing to welcome the priestess.

She finds her magick as she moves about the space behind a blind-fold. Her inner life

comes alive. "I didn't even know my body could move like this!" she proclaims. On

her journey, she enters the cave, going deeper and deeper, unafraid. "I want to go there!" It feels harsh for her to remove the veil, to open her eyes to this world. She would prefer to stay there longer.

It is not the wide-open expanses that mean so much to her today, but the deep dark crevasses. She is low to the Earth and digging in the corners. She will pass through.

I am there simply witnessing, holding, blessing this exploration. Celebrating this

journey.

Sarah Priestess

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia

Welcome to this temple

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Welcome my sisters, my brothers, my children to this temple - a safe and holy place.

We are stepping courageously through the veils. Even if we choose to turn back, it can

never be the same. Be not afraid.

Let us meet mystery. Let us meet magic. Let us live ecstatically.

Be blessed by sacred spirals.

Sarah Priestess

This is where I'll be writing

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This is where you'll be able to read

SARAH's WISDOM
Her story

It is fascinating.
Stay tuned.

(An anonymous admirer!)