Tea with the Muse

What’s blooming? What’s being turned in? What colors are you noticing that are different from a few months ago…

Dear Ones

I wrote this today. I have so many things I would love to share with you. Big big stories as big as redwoods and small stories as tiny as a baby ant!But for today, just this poem, and an invitation to join me for a complimentary class on the Wheel of the Year on Sunday with my friends Lavender Grace and trish o’malley,

The painting below became a kind of fortelling of something I will share with you on Sunday about Wild Water Creek on Sonoma Mountain. We were adopted by a creek and I want to tell you why….Love,

Shiloh Sophia The painting is called The Birth of Sonoma Mountain.p.s. You can now make a contribution if you want to Tea with the Muse. People were pledging even though I didn’t have the button turned on. It’s all still free, I am not going to make exclusive content for the time being. But thank you, those of you who offered even when I didn’t ask.

The Wheelhouse of the Mother

Do you see those planets dangling

from the hem of her garment?

Oh! When she dances, how glorious!The stars sprinkle through her skin

Shimmering in the black silence

Bearing witness to ancient stories

Her face is so radiant, you can’t

even see her eyelashes most days

just a twinkle here or there

The moon is her beauty mark

and depending on the day

she shows us a glimmering crescent

She is like that, just dazzling…

our most amazing mother

filled with the beauty of creation

Her breathe the air

Her love the fire

Her dreams the earth

Her songs the water

Her stories the core

Her family the cosmos

All of it is her great big

beautiful body

Me? Oh I’m her daughter and

I live here at the mouth of a waterway

Moving up and down the mossy rocks

in rubber boots and flannel

Keeping company with the redwood,

the oak and the wild grape

Having tea with deer and dove

and pink cake my lover made

I used to live in caves before houses

I used to spend time, instead of time

spending me, long long ago

I was wild once, you know  

and in my soul I am still

and so are you

Do you remember how we played?

I must remember, and you too,

That we are more than we appear

to be, we shall see

Did you see that bird fly by?

To remember who I am I must

make parties, feasts and dances

Eight times a year, then I remember

Will you come to supper with me?

I follow the patterns of her sun,

her moon and her feisty eclipses

I watch her face for my actions and

I count the days on hands and knees

I am part of creation creating itself

The milky sky high-way is our

home and if we really know that

we can see how this unfolds

There are stars under my skin

There are rivers flowing in my heart

There are people I have yet to meet

There are stories we, beloved one,

are yet to tell

I believe, I believe

Mother will show me the way

We live here safely in the

Wheelhouse of the Mother

For A.S.G.

“We must refocus our collective memory. The necessity for this has never been greater as we discover that the path of 'progress' is extinguishing the very conditions for life on earth.” Marijah Gimbutas Dear Ones, I am inviting you to join me LIVE for a ritual to end the dominance era plus design a personal path of practice. Part history + Part Story + Part ritual + Intentional Creativity process. My friend Anasuya Isaacs will join me for this experience.

Recently over two hundred women joined in this ritual live a part of a class - and we wanted to offer it to all of you as well. All spiritual traditions that are welcoming are welcome. See you in circle

Shiloh Sophia

Cucuteni Culture - The Cucuteni–Trypillia culture, also known as the Tripolye culture(c. 5500 to 2750 BCE) Eastern Europe.This image has the word dream time, a brand across it - but this image can’t really be copyrighted can it? Leaving it for now.

Hi! I’m sharing about how I work with my theme for the year. What’s yours?

My personal theme for the year is: I am connected!

Thinking of you ❤️

Happy New Year to each of you. Today’s riffing with the Muse is an invitation to inhabit your imagination. With love, Shiloh Sophia

Good Morning! I had a significant inquiry arise about patriarchy being a trauma response last night after studying all day long. My heart started beating and my mind spinning. There was a softening in me I hadn’t had before. Since I, with many others work to complete the era of domination all the time. A trauma response to a cataclysmic natural event like a flood?

I wonder what I would spend my time on if I wasn’t trying to bring right to where there is wrong?

Anyway I dove into more and more research and was even more compelled. Maybe this has been spoken before - I don’t know - I am not going to look yet - I want to form my own opinions first and hang out in the right brain heart feeling - what if we are acting like this because we have been hurt - it was normal to form a patristic structure for a while but it has gone on too long and moved into areas we never dreamed we were capable of. This audio is my unformed morning thoughts as I prepare to welcome 200 women into painting their version of the Divine Feminine today. I have put questions with floods in certain places until I can do more research. 

Join us here today - or in a week complimentary session - The End of the Domination ERAThis and other things like a good cuppa coffee,

Shiloh Sophia

Link to the Goddess Timeline

Link to join us for MATRICA

Father Christmas and Rudolph are thought to be, based on historical evidence, a take-over from stories centered in the feminine. For me, these stories are worth being told and it is a part of my own geographic heritage.

I am not going to duplicate the text, it’s in the audio. However you honor and celebrate these times - I hope you will look into the not so distant past and find the missing mother, who isn’t missing at all. We have been behaving as motherless children, and we are not. Not at all. I declare the end of the dominant era in my own life. From here, we heal. I call this journey and this information - Matrica. I have to start somewhere. Why not start at the source, the mother.

My family has so many stories…here’s one that has informed most of my life. What started as a criticism became a family legend. A fun listen, and hopefully a laugh with a cuppa something good….

Shiloh Sophia

Dear ❤️ Hearts ~ sharing how I’m feeling today about Musea University starting… Shiloh Sophia