Category Archives: Feminine Divine

The First “American” Eclipse!

aug 2017 solar eclipse in Leo

I read somewhere that summer 2017 is the “summer of resistance.”

Resisting, persisting, insisting; it is pretty much a spectrum and I am on it – trying to find balance in the middle somewhere. Trying to adapt to the changing political climate and find common ground.

Listening to the news is still a perplexing activity which breaks my heart, so I continue to avoid the drama and persist along my green path. It is summertime, and the living should be easy, but drama keeps floating in on the breezes like the perfume of a skunk. I often imagine how disheartening it must have been for Suffragettes and Freedom Riders, yet they persisted in doing the right thing anyway and that fact hardens my resolve.

Many other women (and men) are growing in resolve too. Like pretty little summer wildflowers that pop up surprisingly in unexpected places, I am heartened by the groups I see popping up all over in this summer of 2017.  The Women’s March this spring woke people up, got them on the street for a day, and then told them to gather locally and regularly in any fashion. So we did. We have quietly gathered and we are sowing seeds, sometimes silently but sometimes not.

Now we pass the halfway mark of summer, a day called Lammas in some traditions. As this summer wanes, there will be a full solar eclipse on August 21 that crosses the entire US. (Excellent viewing in the south, limited viewing in the north.) This is a very special eclipse for Americans: Not only is it the first eclipse to cross the entire USA since 1918, its path of totality makes landfall exclusively with the US, making it the first eclipse to do so since the country’s independence in 1776!

I take this as a very good omen. Perhaps someday history will mark this eclipse as a tipping point, a flashpoint, a revelation, a revolution, or the beginning of a new era of balance — whose seeds were sown over the last 9 months of darkness. After the moon passes fully by the sun and the new light shines on the fecund earth in the USA, may those seeds grow sturdily and bear bountiful and luscious fruit for all.

I am keeping my fingers crossed!

Happy “American” eclipse my fecund goddesses 🙂

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Moonshine Meditation

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Moonshine Meditation

by RM Allen,  Feb. 2017

The dark horizon glows dusky pink as I walk barefoot across the soft sand. The full moon has just emerged out of the calm sea, shining bright gold against deep blue, beckoning me to approach.  Mesmerized, I walk towards my sister the moon until I am ankle-deep in the warm water. Time slows. How many full moons have I…my mother…my grandmother… my ancient ancestors gazed upon?  Time drops away.

Resting my hands in my pockets, my fingers curl absent-mindedly around the contents. In one pocket is a crumpled tissue, in the other, some coins. One a symbol of kindness and care, the other a symbol of wealth and power. Overhead I hear the rumble of yet another small jet coming from the south and flying up the coast. Since Palm Beach is about a 30 minute flight from here, my mind jumps to the assumption that the passengers are our new billionaire “public servants”. Kindness and care or wealth and power? I can’t tell yet, but I think the worst.

I stare at the moon some more, water playing at my ankles. My fingers slide across the contents of my pockets again. Care and power. Liberal and Conservative, Alt-Left and Alt-Right, what exactly motivates each? What exactly divides them?  If anyone of them weep or are wounded, will I not share my kind tissue to wipe the tears or blood? If anyone of them are homeless or fleeing persecution, will I not share my powerful coins so that they may be safe once again? Care or power? It seems we have become disconnected and have been falsely told that we have only one choice. I want both.

The moon cares not if the Byzantine, Roman, or American empires are rising or falling, she keeps a scientific schedule.

I have been still for so long that it is fully dark and the birds no longer notice me. Ten tiny white sandpipers come running maniacally along the glistening edge of the inky waves, feeding when the wave draws back, then running on in a gang to catch the next wave’s gifts. They are at the waves’ behest. I watch them pass very close in front of me on their way up the beach. Many friends (and my inbox) say “resist”. I hear that. I want to resist the power overload, yet something in that word rankles me. My nature is to collaborate in the middle way. I want to “cohere”: to come together and stick together. I want to PERSIST.  In the end “they” are us too.  What is the common ground? What actions would be considered and durable?

We women are sisters of the moon: her cycles work on the cycles of our wombs. The moon beams shining wide across the ocean and me tonight were just hours before shining on women in the Middle East who were denied educational opportunities. Hours from now these beams will shine upon women in Japan who have extraordinary educational opportunities. When I wear my pink fleece hat, I wear it for me, for you and for those denied women in the Middle East too, whose wombs are at the mercy of a patriarchal power overload. Staring straight into the shining face of the moon, I silently call for all women in the world to cohere, invest in themselves, and strike that tricky balance between care and power.

The action of the waves has pulled the sand from under my feet. I am no longer standing firmly in the surf, so I reposition. That is life – things change and flexibility is needed to keep balanced. Adjusting my stance suddenly grounds me in reality and reminds me where I am: on vacation, taking a break from the cold, the routine, and the dismay/despair of patriarchal executive order power overload. Repositioning for the considered and durable work ahead.

Persist, my purr-sistas! Care and power must strike a balance now – because the moon cares not if average temperatures or human populations are rising or falling, she keeps a scientific schedule.

Namaste my sisters.

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Return of the Monarchs aka The Reign of Senator Elizabeth Warren

monarch-butterfly-on-milkweed“Return of the Monarchs aka The Reign of Sen. Elizabeth Warren”

by RM Allen, author of NH Goddess Chronicles series

September 25, 2016

The orange and black monarch butterfly was the most prolific of my youth. Recent years have seen petitions filed to add them to the endangered species list. Why? 1.Their food, milkweed, has been sprayed with chemicals and 2. unstable weather/climate has killed off tens of millions. In the summer of 2014 I saw only one butterfly at the farm, in 2015 I saw only two. Caring, everyday people are now making both tiny and tremendous efforts to save them from extinction and I am happy to report that I saw a dozen this year! While this is far under what is normal, at least it is headed in the right direction and is cause for optimism that the monarchs will find balance in this new world.

I draw a parallel to another monarchy of sorts: the leadership of peoples, in which the tide is turning in favor of women. To wit – Angela Merkel leads Germany, Teresa May leads the UK, and Hillary Clinton has a fantastic chance to become our next President.  And there is a rising star who may become the best monarch of them all: U.S. Senator Elizabeth Warren of Massachusetts (Democrat). I had the good fortune to see her speak today at a  “Stronger Together” campaign event at the University of New Hampshire in support of NH politicians Maggie Hassan, Carol Shea-Porter and of course Hillary Clinton.

You don’t know who she is?  Quickie background; Elizabeth Warren grew up in a very modest family, she was a stay-at-home mom early on, going for a law degree when her children were tiny, and then snagging a teaching job at Harvard University. She became expert in her field, and people came knocking on her door asking her to run for office. She is the spunky girl next door who found her passion and ran with it.

As a lawmaker, Elizabeth Warren is electrifying while being apple-pie-warm. How this can be, I don’t know –  but she was terrifically fun to watch at the podium today speaking in support of her colleagues, her slight frame dancing all about and laughing. She is like the fun and sassy aunt that you love.

On the other hand, I have seen her (on television) at the congressional podium speaking forcefully about the financial fraud perpetrated by Wall Street and greedy CEO’s that took down our economy and caused recession. She is a whip-smart lawyer, a financial expert, and she takes no prisoners. She is a terrifying Amazon. She is Pele, Kali, Hecate… call her what goddess you will. Senator Elizabeth Warren models for women, young and old, a new way to be in this new world.

Now, just like I see the tide turning in favor of the monarch butterfly, I also see the tide turning in favor of women. Leaders like Senator Warren are at the front of our beautiful flock, undertaking inordinately long journeys on strong yet so very delicate wings. Caring, everyday people have been making both tiny and tremendous efforts on this inordinately long journey; from the Suffragettes, through the two waves of Women’s Lib, to today’s Millennials and Gender-Benders. Ancient matriarchal societies gave way to patriarchies for a long, long time, but slowly the pendulum is swinging back.

While today’s status-quo is far under what is normal (many girls around the world still are denied education to name one abomination) at least it is headed in the right direction and is cause for optimism that the monarchs (male and female leaders equally this time) will find balance in this new world.

We are “stronger together” my friends, so keep doing both the tiny and the tremendous on our inordinately long journey!

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US Sen. Warren and NH Gov. Hassan, 9/24/2016

Goddesses & Scrybes

Gotta love local!

I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Berry & Croft on their show about local authors, “Scrybes.” There must have been a good star lighting my house of Hollywood that week! What luck!

 

See the video here (much better quality than the ones I usually shoot commando-style on my cell phone)

 

http://vimeo.com/38782129

Wise Woman Radio

Winter Greetings!

It is Sadie Hawkins Day 2012 and it is snowing outside as the sun sets. I sit by the fire with my seed catalogs, and dream of a multi-day herbal conference I will attend at Newfound Lake in New Hampshire this August. Will I see you there?

Speaking of herbs, I had the honor of doing an interview with one of my very favorite herbalists, Susun Weed. She is an amazing Wise Woman. You can listen to our chat here on her Wise Woman radio show. Let us keep you company by the fire, as this winter slowly ends….

http://wisewomanradio.com/interviews/allen.html

 

http://www.wisewomantradition.com/wisewomanweb/2012/02/wise-woman-radio-rm-allen.html

 

http://www.womensradio.com/2012/02/light-your-torch-with-rm-allen

2012: The Accidental Goddess

It is 2012. I do not claim to adhere to any one particular religion. I attend a Universalist-Unitarian church, and the UU tradition accepts all of the religions listed above (and more) into their fold. The only doctrine of the church is Love. It is that simple, and I am into simple. If you were to try to pin me down on what my religious beliefs are, it is rather misty but I would tell you that it is the same as any creature of this earth, like a cat, or otter.  

How so, you ask?

What is the spirituality of the mysterious cat, or the playful otter? Consider the cat. There is no separation of self and religion in a cat, the cat is its religion. The cat is an authentic, translucent manifestation of cat-being. The cat knows things we don’t, like when a storm is coming. The cat stares at things in the room we cannot see. The cat revels in the full moon, and sprawls in the patch of sunlight. The cat lives in rhythm with Earth energies, without angst. The cat lives a sustainable lifestyle. It is my pleasure to take lessons from the cat; I try my best to have no separation between self and religion. I try to be an authentic, translucent manifestation of human-being. I make an effort to revel in the full moon, and live sustainably.

 And since my brain is larger than a cat, and is endowed with the egoic capacity to reason and contemplate, I understand a concept that a “spark of energy” lives within me. (Hmmm, perhaps the fact that I can perceive this spark as separate assures me that I still live dualistically, when I am actually striving to live in Oneness. Get it? Drat.)  This spark I can perceive is commonly called Spirit or God. And since I am a woman, I call the God-ness within me, Goddess. That is how I arrive at Goddess. A long and winding journey, thru full moons and farmers markets. An accidental goddess.

 

(working excerpt from New Hampshire Goddess Chronicle, vol 2: A Scorpion in the Desert)

Is “Occupy” a Cosmic Tremor?

Oct/November 2011

By: RM Allen,

author of The New Hampshire Goddess Chronicles, vol.1. Light Your Torch, 
a fun, easy, green, and sustainable book available on Kindle, Amazon, or
at http://www.nhgoddess.com for only $14.95

I am not an activist.  I try to steer away angry events and people. Perhaps I am a coward?
To me, anger indicates winners versus losers. I don’t even like to use the word win, because it simultaneously implies lose -and both words generate sadness in my heart. I don’t enjoy competition in any form, but what I do enjoy is collaboration. So, not knowing what I would find, I hesitantly went to Occupy Boston last Sunday at my pastor’s invitation to attend the UU worship service.

This is my interpretation of the newborn jumble known globally as the “Occupy” movement:

(see my
video here:

Across from South Station in Boston a quite well-organized tent city has arisen in a park.
On the “main street” of that city are tents labeled: Logistics, Medical, Legal,
Library, Food, Donations, and more. There is even a Generator tent, with a
Gilligan’s island set-up where you pedal a bike to charge up your cell phone.
Each tent has a white-board of sorts in front of it with common daily schedules
and info. This ad-hoc city is self-sustaining. I have a MBA, and understand
that Occupy can be seen as a political or economic protest against Corporate
America by the 99% of Americans that are not millionaires.

But, to me, the self-proclaimed “Green Goddess of New Hampshire”, – I also came to
understand Occupy as a spiritual movement. There are sleeping tents are
clustered in the back “suburbs”, and in central tent-burbia, just past the
giant Gandhi statue,  is a “faith” tent. Since I am the author of a very green, spiritual book, this tent with incense wafting out of it caught my attention.

After a once-around of the whole park, and some free rutabaga salad at the food tent, I
left my shoes at the door of the Faith tent, and sat down to meditate. Can you
imagine trying to meditate in the midst of something so alive and dynamic as a
city of protest? A large number of men close by had formed an African drumming
circle, and their music formed the rhythm of my meditation.  People of all ages came and went in the tent. I stayed, like a content cat, comfortable in my slice of October sunlight.  A yoga class started in the tent. Still I stayed.

This is what I determined while in the tent:

Occupy is a spiritual movement against Greed. Occupy is movement for common sense
Sustainability. Occupy is about closing the fairness gap between the haves and
the have-nots. Occupy is a place where you can find your tribe  -all you have to do is stand there and hold up a sign of concern, or wear that message  on your shirt, and people will come and talk to you about your concern. Occupy is about the 99% of people getting together to Collaborate, because the other 1% is only interested in Competition. And Competition, at its core, is
Unsustainable.

The Mayan Calendar ends in 2012, and it is rumored that there will be a massive shift in
consciousness then. While in the tent I began to wonder if Occupy is the
beginning tremors of that cosmic shift. Occupy is a grassroots movement of the
heart. Visit it, and let it into your heart.

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Goddess in the Community Garden

By RM Allen, author of New Hampshire Goddess Chronicles, Oct. 2011

 

Eating local, fresh food is the first step on many people’s
green journey. Once you begin a real relationship with your food, it naturally
leads you to start to think about how to live a healthier, greener, and then
sooner or later – a simpler lifestyle. This green journey may be easily had for
some of us, but for those below the poverty line it may be tougher. There is a
church in Exeter, NH., that planted a five-raised bed community garden this
spring, with the point of giving 100% of the harvest for free at the small food
dry and canned goods pantry it operates. What luck for the pantry patrons! And
what a harvest it was of salad type veggies that could be eaten raw. But truth
be told, most of the patrons did not quite know what to make of the fresh
veggies and herbs at first. An educational process had to take place:  a casual basket-side conversation about what the veggie was, how to serve or cook it, and how it was good for their health.

By the end of the summer, the patrons were fresh veggie and
herbs fans and they couldn’t get enough. It is early fall now, and the garden
was put to bed last week. Looking back over the season, it has been heartwarming
for me, a simple girl who calls herself the “green goddess of New Hampshire”,
to see everyone pull together on this green project to give freely to those in
need. I smiled on a weekly basis.  See the picture below of the newly constructed and planted beds this past spring in the church backyard.

 

community garden

Community gardens are popping up all over! YAY! I recently
went to Highlands, New Jersey, which is at the base of the bridge into Sandy
Hook beach. There I found another goddess hosting a community garden.  If you read my book, The New Hampshire Goddess Chronicles, vol.1, you will see
similarities between the character Eileen, and this glorious goddess Maureen W.
in the video. Wink!
Maureen’s project is not about feeding the poor, but about bringing diverse
peoples together to engender a sense of community, grow fresh food, and to
revive a connection to Mother Earth. I had my fancy new smart phone with me, so
I interviewed her live last Labor Day weekend (after being at the beach all day
– a bit frazzled – but hey, I LOVE the summer so you will have to deal with how
I look, and the loud background noise of ocean breezes, tee hee). Watch the
video here on my Youtube channel as I walk around her 30 plot garden, and ask
her how, and why, she did it.

Watch the video now:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joIeN2pyXko&feature=channel_video_title

Is there a community garden in your neighborhood? If so, chances
are it is run by a goddess. If not, why don’t you figure out how to get one
going? Be the local Community-Garden Goddess!

Build it, and they will come. The goddesses, I mean.

Goddess is s state of mind. You know it baby!

You found your tribe…..read about us in my book, available at www.nhgoddess.com

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If a Tree Falls in the Forest, Does a Goddess Hear It?

By RM Allen www.nhgoddess.com

Green Goddess Greetings!

I was recently walking in the woods around my favorite trail. I came upon something dismaying to me. How book-shaka-lucky for me that I had my fancy new smartphone with me so I could take a video. Visit my new YouTube channel to see what I saw, by clicking the link below.

Let’s sit for a while on this old, broken log together and ponder: Trees, metaphors for life…?.

http://www.youtube.com/user/NHgoddessDotCom?feature=mhsn

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Hello sister goddeses! If you enjoyed this blog please sign up for my monthly (small & simple) Green Goddess Orgasmagical eNewsletter by sending me a note to say hi   info@nhgoddess.com  Thanks! ~RM Allen

New “NH Goddess Chronicles” YOUTUBE channel

Hello folks!

I just got a new fancy phone with a fancy camera on it, woo-hoo! My first video is a tour of my porch garden.

I am an advocate of fresh food, and encourage everyone to grow thier own if possible. Say you can’t? Well, I live in a condo, you aren’t really even allowed to walk on the grounds. But I can grow food in pots on my porch. This is my third summer of porch gardens, and I am getting the hang of it. If I can grow killer tomatoes, so can you!

Here I take you on a tour of the very same porch I wrote about in my book “The New Hampshire Goddess Chronicles”. ~ RM Allen

http://www.youtube.com/user/NHgoddessDotCom?feature=mhee