Saturday, December 13, 2008


I get a little wary when talking about The Goddess. I hear, "Careful, careful. Know that you don't know."

Medusa. Do you suppose she was supremely elegant? With wild twirling hair? A penetrating glare? Adventurous and somewhat stupid men will climb to the top of a mountain and die there- frozen like stone. Is that the mountain's fault? Once as a hurricane raged I went to stand by the ocean to feel her storming. The wind punished me with sand and the foam flew and the sea churned all white. It said, "If you come in here, you die." 

It's as we were advised when small: When the Lady is speaking, do not interrupt her.


  1. Killing Angel

    O killing angel
    I know that you
    are not through with me
    for in your quiver I see

    many arrows more
    still to fly
    through my heart
    before I die

    of this love
    I stand corrected
    I circled and watched
    hoping to be protected

    when upon her dream
    did I alight
    flicker of recognition did seem
    to give her third eye sight

    and soon she saw through
    what to me as it lay
    did seem true
    as the first light of day

    killing angel
    how many dreams must you pierce
    why must you peel back the skin
    of my soul to find the sin

    long repented of
    so long wept for
    knowing nothing of love
    I crept to her door

    killing angel
    your arrow knew more
    as it pinned me
    to the killing floor

    to wait


    Hi Shannon. I'm enjoying your brief post. I'm at the coffeeshop and wrote this poem here this morning inspired by what we talked about yesterday...I think it could be a song pretty easily...

  2. Right on, Shep. Right on. I am feeling that.

    Yes please do sing it!

  3. Dear Shannon, I looked at your blog just now from the Countdown blog that Nesia writes. What a beautiful artist you are! I will be watching to see how your new pieces come through you and read about your experiences with "her."
    That is a link to a conversation that Duncan Campbell had with Carolyn Myss about her experience with St. Theresa of Avila with whom she wrote "Entering the Castle." I didn't read the book, and it was prolly a year ago I listened to this interview, but it I was so reminded of it when I read your blog, I thought I'd send it along. Maybe it would be interesting to have a listen while you are sketching. I can't draw a stick figure (literally) so I have no idea of the painting process but I was so moved by your story of working with what seems to be your ultimate muse that I just wanted to give you a shout out and a "YOU GO GIRL"!!!! What courage to just cancel your show and follow your open heart.