As a young woman in the psychedelic revolution of the 1960's, I lived in the heart of the rising tide of change in Berkeley, California, where I was a student at the University of California. I feel it is important to include some of my background here because my journey to becoming a mother was shaped by own experiences and explorations into consciousness transformation in those days. My real education at that time, however, was not in the classroom. It came from being in the streets, going to "love-ins" in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, dancing and "tripping out" at the Fillmore, adventuring in nature, traveling, using sacred entheagens and living in community.

Digging deep into her rich, musty moist darkness

Searching for my roots,

I encounter the memory of my ancient grandmothers,

Their hands reaching to clasp mine in remembrance of what once was.

Buried by the lies and layers of heavy domination and violence,

Sitting in sacred cave by liquid fire,

Pouring stars into their teacups,

Laughing amongst themselves,

I sit by my fire as the season turns,

Cold is on her way

Autumn's trees dripping leaves,

Peaceful letting go.

Natures hand guides

Invisible living, dancing spirals of yellow, red, orange and green from her great palette

Of Mysery.

Strong She is

Beyond all science

Giving Birth

By HerSelf

To HerSelf

That's right,

By, of and to HerSelf.

Scientists all a flutter

How did She do that?

Rising from ashes of burned ansisters

Our hearts remember

And take flight

Into luminous arms

Of the Dark Mother.

Carried in our breast

Are their voices