Her Sacred Kiss

There are moments we never forget…relationships that cement our love for one another….projects that come together from a great swell of creativity and awareness of one another’s dreams and desires.

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Since coming home from Atlanta where I spent time with “my women” (and you can read about that here in a post entitled Women Loving Women), three of us have been working on – no, flowing into a new endeavour.  Cat Forsley , Jacqueline L Robinson and I have formed into – okay, you know what?  I’m going to send you over to Cat’s post because, hey, she has expressed all I want to say so beautifully and there is no need to recreate the wheel – ever!

So…click right here…and find out what I’ve been up to and then, click here to listen to US!

Maybe a Harlot

 

You may not like how
God presents through me
look closer
in the very place
the moment
of your discomfort
God is whispering
your name

See me
Feel me
Allow me
to be fully
known

Beyond borders
outside of your
boxes
within
each soul
I am present
in ways you
can only
dream of
and feel
within your
heart

I do not dwell
in man-made
structures
of stone
or of the mind

Allow the possibility
that God is
bigger
more divine
more sacred
than your mind
can ever comprehend

Maybe God
is a Samaritan
after all
or maybe She
is a harlot
What if God
is one of us
How then
to love
that stranger on the bus?

~ Joss Burnel

Why am I here?

I am here to love you
all the jagged edges of your life
all the glorious bits of you
the pieces you gather up
and lock away in your cedar chest
of memories
of moments that are yours alone
I am here to love you.

You are never alone
never broken
never too much
or too little
all of you is loved
by me

I am here to love you
to bathe your heart
with nurture
with grace
to stroke your face
with gentle healing
touches of peace
with the light of love

You are never without
that which you truly need
never lacking
in those moments
when the stillness of your heart
softly speaks – remember
who you are.

I am here
sink into my love
wrap my song
around you like a
velvet cloak
keeping you safe
keeping you warm
I am here
SHE whispers
I whisper.

~ Joss Burnel

HER Temple is my Body

Crowing Crone:

Women loving Women, being love, being loved. Breathe in Jacqueline’s divine awareness.

Originally posted on Jacqueline:

Six women, including me. Six women gathered in my home here in Atlanta two weekends ago. Only two of us – my sister and I – had ever met. The other four women I have loved for nearly five years in the virtual realm of life, although they are women I feel have known me and I them for lifetimes. We shared an amazing sacred retreat together. We laughed, we cried, we came together in quiet contemplation and healing. We opened and gave ourselves to every beautiful moment that offered itself to us. One of these ladies is Joceline Burnel, Crowing Crone Woman of Wisdom and author of If God Was a Woman. She shared a bit about our time together in her post Women Loving Women, if you’d like to feel more deeply into who we are. It was absolutely extraordinary and each of us knows our…

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Women loving women

rose outside home where we met, dripping with HER refreshing rain and, of course, a touch of whimsy in the little worm.

rose outside home where we met, dripping with HER refreshing rain and, of course, a touch of whimsy in the little worm.

Women loving women

Having recently returned from an amazing few days in the presence of my soul sisters – the women who are my home – women loving women is much on my heart.

What really happens when women set aside all cultural norms: drop their protective shields; stop the judging of one another’s looks, homes, bodies, jewelry, relationships, and status?

We are six women. We are in our early 30s and in our late 50s. We are fine grey hair and lush blonde hair. We are five-inch heels and running shoes. We are heterosexual and we are gay. We are tall and thin and we are short and round. We are sexy tops and comfy sweatshirts. We are leggings and we are jeans. We are tattoos and we are freckled skin. We are “here I am” bouncy and “hmmm, you are so loud” quiet. We are single, we are long married. We are home owners and apartment dwellers. We love the city and we are most at home in the woods.

Can you see us? Can you hear us yelling “Anna!” at the airport? Can you feel our presence with one another, sitting in armchairs, sprawled on the couch, stretched out on the floor – listening to one another, seeing angels on the ceiling, reading cards intuitively? Being present?

But what is it we do? Who are we really? We are women who love. Women who have chosen to open our hearts to one another, to be naked in each other’s presence. We have been connected to and through one another for years. We have been together in one home for a magical few days. I kept saying “we have paid the price to be here, together, like this.” Like this? Like this – loving one another, celebrating one another, sending one another prayers, energy, light and hope – reminding one another of who we each are and of the power we have together, in circle.

But what is the price we pay for this? We stop presenting who we think you or anyone else wants to see, wants us to be. We choose to be authentic in every situation. We dismantle our protective walls, sometimes alone, sometimes with the help of one another. We leave behind the way we have been taught to be, the way we’ve been shown women “should” behave, or speak, or appear. We refuse to live on the surface and dig deep into our own hearts and into each other’s heart. We ask the tough questions bathing our words and each other in love and acceptance. We love anyways – the discomfort that one can bring to the other, the challenge of being our own true self, the not always completely understanding where the other comes from – we love anyways. We ask, always, how can this – this person, this situation – be met with love.

We are these six, we have chosen, we have comingled our essence, our spirits and we are women loving women. Sacred, holy, on fire, blessed of God, unassembled in each other’s presence, we take each piece of who we are and we offer it as a sacrifice of praise together. Women loving Women.

 

If God Was a Woman launch

“There comes a point when you have to speak your voice, your truth, knowing this is WHO you are and why God has you here, in this present time.” That was a comment I posted on a friend’s FB timeline today in response to this from Cheryl Richardson:

For me, that point was the writing of If God Was a Woman. So much of this book flowed through me, from God, and it is truly HER voice in our world. Bold words? Yes, and it wasn’t so much a “let’s see what happens” moment but rather, an “it’s time for me to allow” moment. So indeed they are bold words. Within the covers of the book you’ll be introduced to the God I know and SHE is absolutely beautiful – AND you will recognize her deep within your heart.

 

Today, as my book IF GOD WAS A WOMAN is being released, we are on the very edge of a Tipping Point: the world is at that place of being ready for this, of wanting this. I feel that so much. We’ve lived with the God that Patriarchy has described and taught to us long enough. It’s time, once again, time for us to release that thinking and open our hearts to God the Creator, God the Wise Woman, God the Lover who adores us and longs for us.

In celebration, I want to share the beautiful video that Cat Forsley – she whose art blesses the cover of my book – created to launch If God Was a Woman out into the whole wide world.

 

And if you’re wondering “what next”….well, the hubby of a friend of mine, a couple of months ago, referred to me as “oh yeah, the if God was a broad woman” so you know that got the creative juices flowing. And yeah, SHE is a bit edgier, a bit bolder….stay tuned!

 

 

Wounded Warrior

For all those times when we need to be tended.

ancient medical centre in Pergamum

ancient medical centre in Pergamum

Wounded Warrior
You are not less
powerful for your
pain.

Time, for a while to lay
down your sword
of light and awareness.
Time to rest.

Allow us to gather round
and tend to your wounds.
We will pour healing oils
upon you and stroke their warmth
into your skin, into your soul.

We will watch over you
and keep out all beings,
all thoughts that would dare
to bring you harm.

We are the Temple Healers
strengthened, imbued
by the love of HER
Be at rest, in our care
none will harm you here.

All your pain, all your distress
we will absorb and return to you
transformed into jewels of amethyst
and pure gold.

Wounded Warrior
rest now, release into our care
all that does not bring you peace
You will rise again, flooding over
with strength and power.

~Joss Burnel / She Who Walks in Beauty