Sunday Church:

A Return to Witch, To Woo, To Me and To You.

Are you a woman who spent years
reclaiming the deepest parts of her spirituality—
her witch
her wild
her woo
her ritual
her prayers
her emotions
her intuition 
her deep deep
knowing?

It took you a while to come out of the spiritual closet.
To trust the invisible world that pulsates around you.
To trust the wild and soft energy you feel tickling you.
To trust the deep knowing in your bones.

And trust the ebbs and flows of moons and star
upon body 
and being.

To know the journey of the soul is real,
the soul contracts and agreements are here.
The gods and goddesses are listening, hungry, wild, helpful

Did it take you a long time to say yes to all of this?

And didn't it feel so good when you finally did?
Like a deep exhale of reunion with your self.

And then—
you saw the collective shadow rising...
Spiritual materialism.
Open-mindedness turned consumerism.
Capitalism creeping its way into the 
mystical places you took so long to reunite with inside yourself. 

And yet again—
something that felt sacred to you,
something that was an important part of who you are,
was taken-
flattened.
Branded.
Misused by the over-culture.

But still—
you have a knowing.

But still--- 
you won't be a victim to it.

But still -- 
you know your way with it is your own.

And that you have to stand in it.

You have to be strong in it.

Especially now. 

Especially now.

Especially now. 

You are a woman who,
even after watching the cult documentaries,
even after seeing the sales tactics online,
still stands tall in her mystical knowing,
her spiritual call,
her visions,
her dreams,
her listenings,
her channel.

You still risk being called the crazy one.
You still risk being the weirdo.
And the witch.

Because you are a woman who worked hard to
reclaim these parts of you—
To allow yourself to be the wild mystic.
The psychedelic black sheep-

And so the scientifically-oriented world,
with its non-stop talk of nervous systems 
and regulation and 
attachment theory,
encroaches upon
your spiritual magic.

It perhaps means no harm,
but colonizes your mind with its facts and data-
yet again, 
threatening to 
push
the 
witch 
mystic 
healer 
to the fringes...

And so we stand
we are not going to let the over-rationalization 
of every emotion
erase your relationship to whispers
you hear on the wind-
but cannot explain to anyone.

The knowing that keeps rising in you
without proof
or cause- 

Yes—this path of embodied spiritual trust will be hard.
You will be tested.
You will sometimes wonder, yet again:
“Am I crazy?”

You sit at the dinner party with the other adults,
parents of children,
And you will say—
“My child is a wise old soul.”

And you know it to be true.
You know they’re older than you.
And so you sit-
unwavering.
without shame,
in your spiritual knowing. 

Because you feel this in your bones.

This will be your lifelong practice—
to remember.
To stay true.
To move through this world
while holding the unseen.

Do not let the scientific and rational
pummel you over.

Do not let it flatten out your magic,
erase your intuitive knowing,
or dismiss your soul’s truth.

Because this—
this is the only path
for your soul
for your embodied essence
for the divine feminine incarnate that you are-

This is the only path-
for a woman like you.