Rhiannon comes to me in my dreams,
ebbing and flowing like the waxing and waning
of the moon
steady hoofbeats
clop, clop, clop
and then,
a rush of beating wings
and a swirl of tiny white petals
that spiral like stars
At night she reveals her stories
in ever-increasing layers that
that echo my own joy and pain
and loss and gain
and I realize her story
is my story
and my story is hers
She tantalizes Pwyll
as I tempted my first lover,
and invites him into her bed
to open herself
in an agony of passionate joy
Her jealous maids
smear blood on her skin
with the faces
of women who rejected me
Her longing for Pryderi
is my own gut-wrenching pain
at the loss of my own son and grandson
so spitefully taken from me
Her love for Manawydan
tastes as full and mature
as the fine red wine
that Richard and I drink together
on the anniversary of our marriage
Night after night,
we uncover new depths
and unpack the truths I need to lean on
as I travel forward in my own life
She teaches me how
to listen the stories of my children who live in such an uncertain world
and why they must travel their own path,
not saddled by the regrets and needs
of their elders
She shows me how to shoulder
the burden of my aging friends and family
and honour their stories of love and loss
so they can understand the value of their wisdom
and believe in the joy of their company
She helps me find the strength
to bear the challenges of my own aging
And then one night,
she reaches down and pulls me on to her horse
and together we fly into the night
across emerald fields
and rolling hills of my ancestors
until I finally understand
that the only story that matters in the end
is my own.
Published in Feminism and Religion Blog, February 2023
This magical music written and performed by my bardic friend and teacher Gwilym Morus perfectly captures the ebbing and flowing of Rhiannon's visits to my dreams. More about his teachings is available here and his enchanting music can be found here.
Cover image purchased from IStock photos.
May these words bring truth
and healing through open hands and hearts.
And then, let it flow back into our Mother Earth
for the love of all her beings.
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That’s beautiful Diane, thank you! I can relate, very emotional ❤️
Thank you Iva! xox
So powerful said and illustrated. Crone wisdom
Thank you Gloria. . . yes. . . much treasured crone wisdom.
I saw a number of images, a spirited horse, many white birds, a young Diane feeling the joy of Love, you and Richard toasting each other, laughing, and crying together for your loses. I saw a Pegasus, the horse became a Pegasus.
Your life is mirrored by Rhiannon. You have learned. You life is like the cliche’ of a fine aging wine.
Thank you Michael! Exactly! xoxo
Wow! What an enormous understanding. So elusive until clarity gallops into your heart and mind. This is truly a potent work of art!
Thank you, Sophia! I wish I could have better captured the sense of her ebbing and flowing in my writing. I really appreciate your interpretation!
Oh Diane, an incredib