“She walks the earth freely, yet her feet never touch the ground. Many hands will reach for her, but she cannot be anchored. She belongs to no one, to nothing, to nowhere. When you meet her, you will recognize her for what she is--a free spirit, a wandering star. She will fit in your arms like she was made to be there. And she will show you what it means to hold something you can never hold on to.”
- Lang Leav
A term I have loved since I first read those wonderful words of Yeats, of the “white breast of the dim sea, and of its disheveled, wandering stars”. While astrologically used to describe the motion of the planets, “wandering stars” arrived within me as something deeper, a metaphor for our own being as women. Just as the planets themselves are in motion encircling the sun; so are we, bright children of the stars, endlessly dancing yet fixed in our own celestial journeying.
We are wild, Moondancers infused with astral light, abiding in magic that has no textual equivalent. This is why I art. To describe the souls progression, longing and intent as it exists beyond my ability to articulate it.
And so with this work, I will not attempt to overdefine it. It is a story of sisters intertwined, of ancient longing, of cosmic purpose that exists though few may understand it. Just as one woman carries a veil of stars, and the other the moon, their intent is only revealed to the careful study of the viewer’s eye. It longs to tell it’s story to those who have the eyes to hear it
To those that know, here on this earth, that they too are forever the wandering stars.
“Wandering Stars”
Mixed Media
2021

“Don't abandon yourself. Not when you're sick. Not when you're tired. Not when you've lost the thread, the thought, or the thing you thought defined you.
You will die many times in one life and create yourself anew. This is natural. This is a gift. I've died a few times now here in this world. The person I was: gone.
Throw that older skin into the water. Give it to the sky. Step into what wants to emerge now. Nothing can hold you back when you are willing to be yourself.”
~ Jeannette Encinias

“Green Tara embodies the emboldened state that overcomes fear and allows us to take action on what we know is right. According to the Tara Tantra, eons ago Tara incarnated as a king’s daughter. She showed such spiritual excellence and such profound compassion that she impressed a group of monks. They told her that they would pray for her to be reborn a man so that she could reach enlightenment. She told them that there’s no such thing as male and female. The ideas, projections, and expectations that we superimpose onto the male form and the female form are not real. They are contrived. (Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.) Tara vowed then and there, before all the monks, that she would remain a female Buddha for all lifetimes until all beings were liberated from the illusion that a person’s sex determines their ability to become enlightened.
Tara has four different types of enlightened activity and divine attributes, depicted symbolicall through the colors red, white, black, yellow and green. Green Tara is Tara’s embodiment of compassionate action, or enlightened action. Her green color signifies vigor and vitality. Her mudra also represents vitality, and the purity of our life force, the prana mudra. She is the action we take from a deeply rooted place within our heart. She is the energy that seeks to act in alignment with what will free us as we liberate others.
When your soul selects her card:
Green Tara is that sacred nudge to get moving, to do what it is that your soul compels you to do. Don’t sit with an idea or a project any longer, take action on it. Don’t think about a friend that keeps coming into your heart, go bring her dark chocolate or send hera love letter. Don’t wait to express your love to someone you’ve needed to, go now– tell the truth. Let your feet be moved by what has been caged within you. Let your wisdom shift into inspired action.
Green Tara is about aligning what moves us to tears with compassionate action. She’s the push to do something, anything that might alleviate the suffering of others. In the process of taking action with love and from love, we also liberate ourselves.”
- Excerpted from “The Divine Feminine Oracle “ by Meggan Watterson; Illustrated by Lisbeth Cheever-Gessaman
“Green Tara”
Mixed Media
2018

“In the world’s oldest creation myths, the female god creates the world out of her own body. The Great Mother everywhere was the active and autonomous creatrix of the world . . . and, unlike the aloof and self-righteous patriarchal gods who only recently usurped her mountain-throne, the ancient Goddess was always there—alive, immanent—within her creation; no ontological scapegoater, she was wholly responsible for both the pain and the good of life.”
~ Monica Sjöö, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth
Art: Grandmothers Prayers Anna Henning

''Lilith, the Ancient One… Goddess of Agriculture, of Fertility, of the Earth, of the Air, of Desert Fire, of the Screech Owl in the Night Sky, of the Salt of the Red Sea. Later an intermediary of Inanna/Ishtar, the Priestess of the Temple of Her Mysteries, She was the name in which the temple priestesses went and brought the men to the temple for worship. For She is the primal urge….but She is so much more, so much more. She is in the blood and bones, in the holy howl of women. She is the essence of our freedom, our joyous flight and potent light, both the breath of our wild spirits and the expanse of wide sky, within and without.

She is our sacred sovereignty.

And so thus, Her mythos has been subject to those forces that would tame the primal female. Many of the “his-stories” of Lilith have the same rotten core of fear and domination—of the attempted subjugation of Her.''

- Nuit Moore, The Scarlet Shakti - ''Lilith—Sacred Sovereignty of the Womanspirit'' - an excerpt from Original Resistance

The Rise Of Sachamama

In Peruvian mythology, the Sachamama is the embodiment of the rain forest mother in the form of a giant snake. In Quechua, Sachamama means "Spirit Mother of the Jungle."

The vegetation of the forest grows on top of her enormous body as she rises up from the Earth, shedding her skin. She carries the key to the New Earth, as baby Phoenixes hatch from their eggs and Hummingbirds sip from the Rainbow Nectar that make up her scales

art by Jessica Perlstein

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The Neurodivergent Goddess - Words and art by Kat Shaw



To the Goddess who is impulsive, restless and spontaneous.
To the Goddess who has an abundance of energy that cannot be controlled.
To the Goddess who is curious, asking never-ending questions, inventive, creative, fast-paced.
To the Goddess who has spent her whole life learning to compensate for her quirks.
To the Goddess who has learnt to suppress her natural instincts to conform.
To the Goddess who compulsively checks and organises to the extreme to avoid making mistakes.
To the Goddess who lives in fear of not living up to the expectations of others.
To the Goddess who berates herself every day for being different.
To the Goddess who never feels she does enough.
To the Goddess who tries desperately to keep her focus on conversations so as not to appear distracted or rude.
To the Goddess with social anxiety who tries desperately to learn how to fit in to society.
To the Goddess who constantly wonders what she will mess up next.
To the Goddess who dissociates when she becomes overwhelmed.
To the Goddess who cannot be still for a prolonged period.
To the Goddess who hyper focusses and forgets there is a world outside the task in hand.
To the Goddess with the constantly racing mind.
To the Goddess who doesn’t fit in.
To the goddess who is distraught at the realisation that there will never be enough time in the world to complete every idea in their head.
To the Goddess whose life is built upon a web of coping mechanisms.
To the Goddess who over plans constantly to feel safe.
To the Goddess who feels like she is constantly letting people down.
To the Goddess who is burnt out trying to blend into what she believes she should be.
To the Goddess who has never found her place on the earth.
To the Goddess who feels so intensely that every emotion is all-consuming.
To the Goddess who feels numb because she has too many emotions that she cannot process.
To the Goddess who has shut down.
To the Goddess who doesn’t feel safe with themselves.
To the Goddess who strives connection and company but struggles with social interaction.
To the Goddess who cries silently to themselves.
To the Goddess who doesn’t understand why she is rejected.
To the Goddess who lacks self esteem and never feels enough.
But also feels she is too much.
To the Goddess who over works constantly because she doesn’t feel worthy just being herself.
To the goddess who is called prolific, when really she would love to stop but cannot.
To the Goddess who has to constantly justify her worth.
To the Goddess whose leg never stops tapping.
To the Goddess who is exhausted when she wakes up.
To the Goddess whose best friend is insomnia.
To the Goddess who cannot turn off that 1 line of a song going over and over and over and over.
To the Goddess who is compulsive.
To the Goddess who is obsessive.
To the Goddess who feels unsafe because the routine has changed at the last minute.
To the Goddess who always feels on the outside.
To the Goddess who cannot focus.
To the Goddess who cannot regulate their emotional responses and then berates herself for acting up.
To the Goddess who is constantly tired.
To the Goddess is always on red alert.
To the Goddess who beats herself up.
To the Goddess who does not stop. Ever.
To the Goddess who wants to be held.
To the Goddess who wants to be seen.
I see you.
I am you.
I love you.
And I hold you in my arms to breathe.
You are not alone.
Come back into your body because you are magnificent.
Exactly as you are.

From Rainbow Goddess: Celebrating Neurodiversity