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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 (http://brigidsgrove.etsy.com). Molly is the author of nine books, including Walking with Persephone, 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.
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Taking it to the Cauldron, by Molly Remer
If I squint,I can almost see steam liftingfrom a cauldron in the forestand smell changedrifting through the air.I am looking at the shardsof the year,some new-broken,some re-collected,some shining with possibility,and I feel the call,the urge,the promise,to tip them all into… Read More ›
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Crumbs of Our Souls, by Molly Remer
So, what trail of crumbs has your soul been dropping for you? And how might you savor and kiss these fallen crumbs, rescuing them from where they’ve been kicked under the table?
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Rites of May, by Molly Remer
It is important that we share these rituals of celebration and affirmation with our sons as well as our daughters. Men, too, should know the power of joined hands in a circle, voices lifted in song, and sweet words of connection surrounding one another on a bright spring day…
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The Magic of the Ordinary, by Molly Remer
“Nothing is so simple, or so out of the ordinary for most of us, then attending to the present.” — Ernest Kurtz & Katherine Ketcham, The Spirituality of Imperfection I often speak of being in the temple of the ordinary,… Read More ›
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Days Like These, by Molly M. Remer
Sometimes the best ritualsare those we cannot plan,requiring only pine needles and wind,open eyesand a long, slow-sinking sunsettling gently into shadows.Sometimes the best magicof all is made withwhat is exactly right now,bluestem grass and gray feathers,raccoon footstepsbetween the trees,laughter and… Read More ›
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Celebrating Our Girls, by Molly Remer
We gathered rosesand bright zinniasto crown their heads with flowers,these shining daughterswho we’ve cradled and fedand loved with everythingwe haveand everything we are.We knelt before them and sang,our hands gently washing the feetthat we once carried inside our own bodiesand… Read More ›
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Rituals for Our Sons, Part 2, by Molly Remer
Five years ago, I wrote an essay for Feminism and Religion musing about rituals for our sons. I wondered aloud how we welcome sons in manhood, how we create rituals of celebrations and rites of passages for our boys as… Read More ›
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Summer Magic, by Molly M. Remer
We take a slice of honey cakeand a pottery cup of grape juiceand leave it by the rose bushas an offering,arrayed on a bed of petalsand topped with a single daisyand a ring of wild raspberries.We make some wishesin the… Read More ›
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Embodied Knowing, by Molly Remer
You are your ownsacred space. Your feet are alwayson temple ground. One of the key factors to me that differentiates feminist spiritual paths from many dominant religious traditions and frameworks is the recognition and acknowledgement of the body as a… Read More ›
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Finding the Antler, by Molly Remer
May you witnessa growing trustin the guidance around you.May you allow magic to find youwhere you are. Seven years ago, I did a drum-guided meditation in which I journeyed deep into the forest. On my head as I walked, antlers… Read More ›
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Natural Ceremony, by Molly Remer
This morning,I walked around the fieldand discoveredthree soft white breast feathersof an unknown bird,two earthstar mushrooms,sinking quietly back into the soil,one tiny snail shell,curled in spiral perfection,and the fire of my own spiritburning in my belly,rekindled by elemental magicof the… Read More ›
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Restoration by Molly Remer
In 2014, I sat on a low wooden bench nursing my 6 week old baby boy while wet plaster strips were laid across my face to create a mask. The final activity of the Rise Up and Call Her Name… Read More ›
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October Magic, by Molly Remer
In was in October that my last grandmother died, my last living grandparent. As the leaves turn to red and gold once more, I wake thinking of her each morning. I wake thinking of my maternal grandmother too, who died… Read More ›
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To Bless One Another, by Molly Remer
May you allow yourself to taste your longings and to bravely honor them. May you make wise sacrifices. May you trust in abundance. May you savor the many flavors of this sweet life before your eyes, beneath your feet, below… Read More ›
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Nourishing Wholeness in a Fractured World, by Molly Remer
List for today: Rescue tadpoles from the evaporating puddle in the driveway. Look for pink roses in the field. Look for wild strawberries along the road. Listen to the crows in the compost pile and try to identify them by… Read More ›
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Persistent Beauty by Molly Remer
I knelt beside a sprinkling of deer fur dotted with delicate snowflakes. Don’t take a picture of that, my husband said, people will think it is gross. I don’t find it gross. I find it curious. I find it surprising…. Read More ›
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A Lonely Mystic by Molly Remer
I want to be a lonely mystic dwelling in devotion, constantly dialoging with divinity, drenched in wonder, and doused with delight in knowing my place in the family of things. I want to weave spells from wind and wildness, soak… Read More ›
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Mess and Magic, by Molly Remer
Maybe beautiful things don’t only grow from peace, maybe they grow from the soil of living, which holds both blood and tears muck and magic. Last week I tried to work on my book while the household debris whirled around… Read More ›
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To Light a Flaming Pumpkin: The Inexact Art of Family Ritual, by Molly Remer
Our bounty is in creativity friendship community the myriad small adventures of everyday. We tell of magic and moonrise and listening to the pulse of the earth beneath our feet. Ah, October. Fall has settled into the trees and air…. Read More ›
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Pain and Pausing, by Molly Remer
“I pin my hopes to quiet processes and small circles, in which vital and transforming events take place.” —Rufus Jones Last year in August, I wrote here at FAR about my own pattern of getting sick each July and the… Read More ›
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Nourishing Your Caring, by Molly Remer
Take time to nourish your caring. It is needed. Last month it was raining heavily on a Saturday morning and I spent time coloring letters to fairies with my younger children and baking a cake. Before I knew it, the… Read More ›
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The Sanctuary of One Another by Molly Remer
“Please prepare me to be a sanctuary. Pure and holy tried and true. With thanksgiving I’ll be a living sanctuary for you.”* —Beautiful Chorus (Hymns of Spirit) In March, my husband drove our daughter into town to work at her… Read More ›
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Devotion by Molly Remer
There are things that ask to be remembered or, is it that I ask to remember? The everyday enchantments of our living words forming slices of memory. A white squirrel watching from a sycamore tree the sounds of black crows… Read More ›
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Honoring the Completion of the Year, by Molly Remer
“Beginnings and endings are so very sacred, to give honor to all that has transpired, every experience, every joy, every pain, is a doorway to the magical. Hold your entire year between your hands, every day, every thought, every breath…. Read More ›
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Saying Goodbye to my Grandmother, by Molly Remer
Part 1: The Question It is October, the veil is thin the year is waning the leaves are turning I am trying to say goodbye to my grandmother she is dying. I do not know what to say. The leaves… Read More ›
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Sustaining Myself by Molly Remer
I touch the earth and offer gratitude for this land I call home. I reach towards the sky and offer gratitude for sun, moon, and stars. I place my hand on my heart and breathe deep, offering gratitude for all… Read More ›
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Wild Snail Festivals by Molly Remer
“It’s a wild snail festival out here!” —Tanner (age 3) This spring we took a family mini vacation to Table Rock Lake, about three hours away from home. At its best, working and schooling from home with our family of… Read More ›
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Ritual Theory: Sharing Stories by Molly Remer
“Ritual that is alive encourages each person to touch what is sacred in their own way, in their own time, through their own unique experience. So there evolves a dynamic dance between guiding and shaping the group’s experience and encouraging and… Read More ›
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Gifts from the Sea by Molly Remer
“Island living has been a lens through which to examine my own life…I must keep my lens when I go back… I must remember to see with island eyes. The shells will remind me; they must be my island eyes.”… Read More ›
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A Winter Woman by Molly Remer
“When winter comes to a woman’s soul, she withdraws into her inner self, her deepest spaces. She refuses all connection, refutes all arguments that she should engage in the world. She may say she is resting, but she is more… Read More ›
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