3. The Beginning (first trail stick)

THE BEGINNING (first trail stick) Nîs kamawo nîs di glenâ brîgo   nîs swend-e lergo  nîs weran okk-nu kamawo an okk-nu weido weran we are yearning we are prayer binding we are pathfinding we are returning yearning and returning to our wild home Our first prayer stick is called the beginning, KENTU-FFANSSÂ, which translates as: […]

4. Always With Us (first trail stick)

ALWAYS WITH US (first trail stick) When we were girls, we used to play alongside trails and pathways that were part of a mysterious web laid down by ancestors and primordial wild herds across the ancient sacred land. We had no idea! We just thought it was the main road into town! Sometimes as we […]

22. The Stillness (sixth trail stick)

THE STILLNESS (seventh trail stick) In the stillness, the SÂMO of this trail, we have the chance to reappraise where we have travelled, review where we are heading and reconsider the perspective with which we are viewing everything around us. These still moments in this journey are the most cherished resource for our souls; we […]

21. Prayer to Last Blood (fifth trail stick)

PRAYER TO LAST BLOOD (sixth trail stick) Prayer to last blood, gratitude given at the threshold of oldwomanhood, ritual for earthcrones… Crow comes to where Oak is slowly bleeding, in her claws a thin threadblood now held inside, power now flows insideCrow says this is the last I bring and the Oak is spilling red […]

19. Menopausal Anarchy (fifth trail stick)

MENOPAUSAL ANARCHY (fifth trail stick) This song is best imagined in the style of old-time music hall, starting slow and speeding up as it goes, with phrases being yelled out with great enthusiasm by an audience of emboldened middle-aged women, accompanied by much hooting and good cheer. It is a good song to have in […]

18. We Will Be Freed By This (fifth trail stick)

WE WILL BE FREED BY THIS (fifth trail stick) What will we do when, as older women, our trails loop round to the beginning, when we grow into silver-headed travellers, when at last we become mothers of time? We shall make room and be gracious with it, for into the space that we allow next […]