Her Great Groan, a Pagan poem scribbled during Christmas service
Person Waking Up and Fed Up
What really saves us,
Blessed Mother,
is your receiving.
Your open womb
births the season’s innocence.
It nests us each, then pushes
us out into starry light
to begin at start again.
But this season,
your womb contracts and expands
as never before.
You thrust us—
we hear your great groan—
into the Turning Times!
Mother of all living things,
you birth an earthling
never seen before, one aware
of being you. With all your powers
of receiving and creating,
a human newly conscious.
Awake!
Holly Near’s version of O Holy Night!
Nice! Happy Christmas xx
Dear Susa, I am in awe of your ability to resettle yourself in Mexico in what seems like no time at all.
I want to let you know I have a new website. loewenhardt.wixsite.com/author
You can read an overview of my memoir, see family photos, read an excerpt of a chapter, and comment on blog entries.
Let me know what you think of it.
Love and Merry Solstice and Christmas,
Pauline