Thursday, March 17, 2011
Bring Back the Snakes
Today is St. Patrick’s day, a day that marks the triumph of St. Patrick over the Pagans of Ireland; a day of mourning, not celebration. Not for me. Today marks the day an Irish Saint crowned a man-god, suppressing our Mother, driving Her to dark places and silencing Her voice. Those who knew the truth of Her were made to suffer; to convert to a faith that forced them from the groves into brick and mortar and wood – the very wood they worshiped among for eons. They were forced from the truth and knowing of their instinct to the pages of a book they could not read. The snake that represented the sacred; transformation, our closeness to Earth, was put into a tree and made responsible for the ‘sin’ of seeking knowledge. And my Mother was silenced, her beauty supplanted with buildings that required her destruction. She was silenced by the Saints of this god who rules, not loves and by the currency and greed of the day.
But now She stirs as her children return
And she awakens in splendor and awe.
At this time of year
She sprouts as She thaws
And we hear, we hear Her once more.