- Some of the links in this post might be triggering.
Though I usually have plenty to say about the happenings in our world, I’ve gone silent for a while with the latest from Trump and his defenders. We should live in a world where women are valued at the most basic level by all men. I hate reminders that we don’t live in that world. I create safe spaces. I teach empathy. This is what I do, and then I see overflowing hatred in our world and I’m shocked for a few moments.
Instead of focusing on those who are on the wrong side of history and fighting inevitable change and progress, I’ve spent some time revising more goddess poems in order to praise all that is lovely about women. I want the divine feminine to be remembered by everyone.
Kelly Oxford: I also want to send healing, and I want to honor the many women who bonded together on Twitter when Kelly Oxford posted a tweet about her first assault. Millions of women contributed to the hashtag #notokay posting their own moments of assault. They often had a difficult time picking one of many. Here is a great example of a woman who spoke for the first time about the many times she has been assaulted. I’m encouraged to read the many new authors tackling this subject. However, it is overwhelming to see how many women have experienced this type of trauma.
Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine: For now, I need to focus on all that is beautiful in humanity. The divine feminine and divine masculine can be a part of our lives and encourage us to make wiser choices. We can all access both divine masculine and divine feminine aspects of ourselves whether we are male or female. There are men who are divinely guided, protective of others, and kind. There are women who are in their power, responsive, and loving. To honor and access the divine feminine, we only need to appreciate our senses, to feel our feelings, and listen to our intuition, and we need a safe world to express the gifts of the divine feminine fully. My hope is that the world will grow more beautiful and safer because of the ugliness that has been exposed lately.
We need more awakened men who support the divine feminine and are able to be of service to awakened women. An awakened man never uses strength and force to dominate and knows to listen for a clear yes or no when it comes to sex. An awakened man knows these boundaries and other boundaries. He knows that hurting others has nothing to do with masculinity. Supporting, encouraging, and protecting the birthing process of ideas, inventions, companies, and people are a few key qualities of the divine masculine.
These poems are more than an escape for me. They are a way to praise and remember the beauty of the divine feminine.
Venus, Rhiannon, and Danu: These three goddess poems celebrate goddesses, female choices in love, a connection to nature, and the wisdom of the divine feminine. The first one was written a long while ago to show how these ancient goddesses show up at unexpected, beautiful moments in our lives today.
Venus at Thunder Bay
Moonlight scattered across the dark blue waves,
swelling, turning turquoise, breaking,
becoming foam the color of a seagull’s underbelly.
A woman, wearing a silver, flowing shift
sat meditating on a small cliff above us.
When she opened her eyes, she saw my lover
bend and spring across a ledge, agile as a deer.
Her smile widened with appreciation,
and she winked at me as she shook out
her long, Venusian curls.
I looked at my lover through her perspective,
noticing his balance and grace, the shiny lines
of energy flying out of the ends of his hair
and fingertips. I watched him and watched
the waves, knowing I would need to remember
this striking moment in a year of great love
as a safeguard against time, loss, and tragedy.
© 1995 by Tricia Barker
Here is a poem for all the women who loved horses long before they loved a man….
Last week, I traded my Quarter horse
for a snow white Arabian mare.
She understands my dreams and desire for peaceful speed.
Each morning, I bury my head in her thick mane
and breathe in the beautiful scent around her velvet soft nostrils.
Then, we are off.
Nothing holds me back anymore.
The wind and my voice are the same.
My desires and the sunlight blend together
making my day wavy and psychedelic
without any undesirable side effects.
I don’t need another human being.
I don’t need anything other than sustenance
and to flow through illumined green pastures.
I would’ve been content without him.
There was always a him somewhere behind me
who I paid little attention. I could’ve spent
my life alone, perfectly content with my horse,
my journeys, my books, and my Netflix queue.
Some people brag like this, but I mean this:
I wanted and needed no one, and that trait
has always made me irresistible.
I’ve watched girls fight over princes
and players and laughed at such foolishness.
What a waste of time to want someone who will
never want you back fully, someone who will be there part time
and let you down part time. I often wished I could grant women
a moment of how good it feels to treasure themselves
more than anything or anyone else.
The only real test for love is endurance, honesty, and stability.
When he chased me that was only part of the equation,
and when he asked me to open my heart to him,
I considered his words and actions. He told me why he was worthy
in facts, unequivocal truths, and a steady gaze,
not a predatory gaze, just a gaze from a man
who was no longer a boy, no longer a young hopeful
wishing on stars and throwing coins in fountains,
no longer a silly romantic writing love letters
because he has nothing else to give.
He wasn’t a “I’ll give this a try kind of guy.”
His gaze said, “I’m a man who can deliver
a lifelong kind of love and want this with you.”
He didn’t say this with rhymes or with a bundle of imagery.
He said it directly and truthfully,
and for that, I stopped.
© 2010 by Tricia Barker
The Golden Eagle’s Tribute to Flowing Danu
From the eye of an eagle, a river
is healing force through the land,
a beautiful divider,
a reminder of the passage of time
and the constant change of life.
Beneath his sky filled journey,
the blue reflects the sun and all of life rests
in a bubble of beauty called his eye.
The eagle knows the goddess as God.
He accepts her wisdom and all the wealth
she gives to those who seek her.
His heart doesn’t yearn for more.
With each beat, the young eagle is certain
of his connection to the light of the land
and the divine light beyond the land.
He knows there are no riddles to unravel,
no spells to learn,
no necessary witchcraft.
There is only oneness with the air, the sun, the earth,
and the river which fills his wingspan
with gratitude and love.
© 2014 by Tricia Barker