Forest Heritage by Molly

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To my lips
a prayer comes
thank you,
I see.

When we decided to buy some land on which to build our home, one of the deciding factors was the wonderful big rocks on the hillside behind where we imagined building our house. Over the years, we would go out and walk through the woods and stand on the rocks, and I often said that I wanted to create a sacred space down there to visit regularly. As I realized later, there was no need to “create” the sacred space, it was already there.

Following two miscarriages, I would often go to the woods to sit on a chair-shaped rock and connect with nature and my body. During my subsequent pregnancy with my daughter, I would return to this place to sit and connect with my baby and prepare for her birth. After she was born, I brought her to these rocks and these woods to “introduce” her to the planet. At some point at the end of 2010, I suddenly “heard” the words priestess rocks when I was standing out on these large flat stones that look out over the horizon. It felt like their name, I suddenly knew it. So, in July of 2012 when I became ordained as a priestess, the priestess rocks felt like the absolutely perfect place to bear witness to my ceremony of ordination. They called me. They named me priestess first.

In late December of 2012, I decided to begin a year-long spiritual practice of “checking in” every day at the priestess rocks in the woods. I committed to spending at least a few minutes there every day, rain or sleet or shine, with children or without, and whether day or night throughout 2013. My idea was to really, really get to know the space deeply. To notice that which changed and evolved on a daily basis, to see what shared the space with me, to watch and listen and learn from and interact with the same patch of ground every day and see what I could learn about it and about myself.

I wanted to really come into a deeper relationship with the land I live on, rather than remain caught up in my head and my ideas and also the sometimes-frantic feeling hum of everyday life as a parent and teacher. When I went down to the woods to “listen” to my idea for this year-long experiment, I spoke a poem that included the word “woodspriestess,” and I thought…maybe this is what I’m doing…maybe this is who I am. When I enter the woods, I often experience what I have termed “theapoetics,” spontaneous, spoken aloud poetry that brings me into direct connection with that which I call the Goddess.

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Standing on the rocks with my dad (and my daughter).

As planned, I maintained my woodspriestess practice throughout 2013, eventually spending approximately 330 days in the same place in the woods and learning a great deal in the process. As I described in a prior post, six generations of my family on my paternal side have been born, lived, and died within a 35 mile radius of the very hillside that I find so meaningful now. When asked where I’m from, I know in my bones that I’m from right here even though my parents moved to Missouri from California in the 1970’s (I was born in MO several years after they moved).

While sharing family records with me and drawing a circle over the four county area upon which generations of my ancestors have lived my father explained to me, no wonder you feel like this is your cultural heritage and where you belong. Your lineage is right here, right where you like to be. My ancestors traveled to the hills and woods of Missouri primarily from Tennessee and Kentucky, a blended lineage that includes women from First Nations tribes and white settlers descended from early colonists of the US (hailing from Germany, France, and Ireland).

April 2013 024One April morning in 2013 my dad showed up at my door unexpectedly and said he had an early birthday present for me. My grandmother was deep in the dying process at this time and he said he thought I might need this present. It was a string of what he called “woodspriestess beads” that he had carved for me. On the string is one bead for each of the seventeen species of trees that grow naturally in this part of Missouri as well as a series of beads made from trees that hold some kind of family connection for me.

There is a bead from part of the wood in the tiny house in which I was born and one from the house I grew up in (a restored log cabin built in the 1800’s). Beads are included from the tree I used to swing in with my sister when we were girls, from an apple tree we planted together when I was twelve, and from a peach tree that grew magically from the compost pile. A bead from a memorial tree we planted for my great-grandmother joins one from a maple tree my grandpa mailed to us decades ago from California. There’s a bead from my own homesite, one from the tree under which my third baby is buried, and one from the cedar tree that was the “topper” for the frame of our house.

There is ash, Carolina buckthorn, cedar, cherry, dogwood, elm, hackberry, hickory, honey locust, mulberry, red oak, white oak, Osage orange, persimmon, pine, plum, poplar, redbud, sassafras, and walnut. They’re a beautiful palette of meaning and a gift of love. A portable altar of the forest.


Blood Ties

The blood of many species
swirls around me
The blood of many mothers
runs through me
The blood of many generations
comes from me

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feeds me
The blood of the Goddess
holds me

We dance together
in an ancient ecstasy
blood deep
bone rich
holy, potent, and pure.

The blood of creation
The blood of inspiration
The blood of sacrifice
and renewal…


Molly Meade is a priestess, writer, teacher, and artist who lives with her husband and children in central Missouri. She is a doctoral student in women’s spirituality at Ocean Seminary College and the author of Womanrunes: A guide to their use and interpretation. Molly and her husband co-create at Brigid’s Grove: and she blogs about theapoetics, ecopsychology, and the Goddess at

***I was inspired to make this post after having read several other heritage-oriented FAR posts:

I Come From a Long Line of Beautiful, Strong and Capable Women by Jassy Watson

Ancestor Connection and DNA Testing by Carol P. Christ

Connection to Ancestors in Earth-based Theology by Carol P. Christ

We Could Have Been Canadians and Other Thoughts about My New England Colonial Heritage by Carol P. Christ

Echoes of Mesopotamia by Molly Meade

Six Degrees of Separation, Hungarian Royalty Chefs, & A Trip to Lens Crafters by Natalie Weaver


Author: Molly Remer

Molly Remer, MSW, D.Min, is a priestess, mystic, and poet facilitating sacred circles, seasonal rituals, and family ceremonies in central Missouri. Molly and her husband Mark co-create Story Goddesses at Brigid’s Grove ( Molly is the author of nine books, including Walking with Persephone, 365 Days of Goddess, Whole and Holy, Womanrunes, and the Goddess Devotional. She is the creator of the devotional experience #30DaysofGoddess and she loves savoring small magic and everyday enchantment.

10 thoughts on “Forest Heritage by Molly”

  1. Reading your post, thanks Molly, and seeing the beads, and then at the end the LINKS to related posts at FAR, those links become like sacred beads too.


  2. Molly, this is beautiful, and I admire you for both living and writing it. As for me, though, I don’t like to get the outdoors on me, so I walk on sidewalks and stay inside (usually here at my computer). But I admire people like you who can recognize trees and their wood! I hope you’ll write more posts like this one.


  3. Thank you for sharing, Molly — beautiful story and what an exquisite gift of beads. We have a similar lineage, as you put it: “My ancestors traveled to the hills and woods of Missouri primarily from Tennessee and Kentucky, a blended lineage that includes women from First Nations tribes and white settlers descended from early colonists of the US (hailing from Germany, France, and Ireland).” And I believe both sides of my family go back about five or six generations as well; mine are embedded — and embodied — within the Ozarks area. Though I don’t currently live in Missouri — and haven’t for nigh onto 40 years now, a trip last October reminded me of my roots there: Blessings to you and your family and the precious gift of living within sacred, family landscape.


  4. Molly what a beautiful post! I too have a sacred place that I go to almost daily in my woods, here in Maine. I put out sunflower seeds in several spots there, then I sit on an old chair and watch the birds, squirrels, lemmings, shrews, and moles come to feed. It truly is an amazing and holy experience that links me to the Goddess. I am from California, but I’ve lived in Maine 20 years. When my late husband brought me here to visit his family I instantly felt connected to Maine and asked him to get me here! Fortunately we were able to move here. I also love the beads your father carved for you from all the trees that have played an important role in your life. What a special gift and what a wonderful father you have!

    Blessed Be,


  5. Molly, I felt tears on my face as I read about this beautiful gift from your father and the power of place for you. I grew up in Missouri but fell in love with Colorado as a young woman, raised 2 boys here who, in their 30’s still live nearby. This is home, but there is a part of me that stirs deeply when I return to my roots, the 6th generation of my family to be in Columbia. Thank you for your beautiful blog.


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