by Rev Alisha

Tag: feminism

  • Reclaiming the Reptilian

    Reclaiming the Reptilian

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    Sometimes the world feels like it is against me. I admit I contribute to this rivalry: intensifying the fight more than I might need to. But I can’t help it, or it feels like I can’t. Or I haven’t yet mastered the tools of disarming my reptilian brain. Like a wild animal, my hair stands…

  • This Barren Tomb

    This Barren Tomb

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    We have journeyed long and hard, into the recesses of our souls, in the darkness of the night, in the unknown and frightful, to find ourselves at an empty tomb, with joy and praise, with love and laughter, and yet with fear. Where are you in this hollow? What is this call to follow you…

  • Dreaming Gaia

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    Waking mildlyto the morning dewthe condensation of cold and comfortpressed against my chest. I am finding it hard to restto sleep wellto dream without pain, heartache or angerof past lovesof past friendsthese dreams that never end. Last night he returnedthe man, the father, the partner the loverit is always a man, the foolwho I end…

  • Praying Without Words

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    Letting the sun of spring hit my faceonly reminds me of the goodness that is always heredeep within me when I remember to slow my pace. So I treasure the sound of rustling leaves as the gum trees sway.And in this wind I remember to pray. Not the ‘Dear God’ words I was taught when…

  • Lazarus’ Sores

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    A response to Luke 16:19-31 It is never a bad time to call out the wealthy, the one percent, the winners in society but today, with Greta Thunberg and the rest of our restless prophets and activists standing up for our earth, it is particularly fitting to not only point our fingers at them but…

  • Emerge

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    All will emerge they say… Who are they anyway?Those mystics, philosophers, musicians and artistswho wonder and dream and sit still on grass planes… All will emerge If I just sit as stilland watch the world flutter by If onlyIsathere. All will emerge If I let myself join in this fluttering symphonyand remain free within meLike…

  • To Believe

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    You see this landthis place with weeds and dandelions, of earthworms, of beetles, of stones, moss and seeds?This is what we are meant to believe. Not something with our minds to grasp, to calculate in maths, or with moppy music to memorizebut something with our musclesthe memory of movements etched into our membranesour fingers and…

  • Presence in Pain

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    Holy motherThe one who nurtures us in her wombBirther of the rocks, the pebbles, the pedals and all the people placed and knitted into this world. This world. A world full of complexities, of creatures and creativity. There is so much to live for in the beauty of these crevices. We can feel it in…

  • Hope in the Divine Feminine

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    (A response to Psalm 30) I remember a time not far from my mind when it was cold, damp and empty above me, below me, in front and behind. A time when I was surrounded by the suffocating smog when our greed, waste and suffering was human’s repeating monologue. It was just a moment ago…

  • Oneness in Opposites

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    Even though my very intention of creating this site was to connect body and mind, in reality, I don’t actually practice it. Who has time to sit still, or breathe through stretches or feel the vibrations against your throat through chanting? Even when I do have time to do it, it’s rarely the first thing…