MUSINGS FROM THE OTHERWORLD
Solstice Blessings from the Breast of the Goddess
At Newgrange, the masculine sun enters the vulva of the goddess penetrating the birth canal with light until it reaches her womb. There, the dreaming remains of our ancestors would have been regenerated with the life of the sun. The goddess’s tomb womb an intermediary between life and death.
Art: The Birth of the Milky Way by Peter Paul Rubens, c.1637
Solstice Blessings!
The winter solstice is almost upon us in the northern hemisphere. The Gaeilge for the winter solstice is grianstad an gheimhridh, which translates as ‘winter sun stop’. This reflects the potency of this time to take a personal, collective and cosmic solar pause no matter where in the world you are; north or south.
We’ve reached the pinnacle of Samhain, the darkest night of the year is coming. We’ve ruptured as death has enveloped the land and for some of us, our internal landscapes.
As we transition now into the dreamtime, the winter solstice appeals to us to ask:
What holy longing calls to me?
What is dreaming through me?
Dreaming in the Tomb Womb
The site most associated with this time of year in Ireland is Newgrange in Brú na Bóinne, Co. Meath. Built c.5,000 years ago, this passage grave and ritual complex is hundreds of years older than the pyramids at Giza and Stonehenge. It was hidden for 4,000 years buried under a mound of earth.
What's phenomenal about Newgrange is that it is aligned to the winter solstice. So that for a few days either side of the shortest day and longest night of the year, a ray of light from the rising sun enters through the roofbox and flows into the 19-metre passageway until it reaches the back of the body-shaped cruciform chamber. There, it softly illuminates a white carved basin stone and the famous orthostat with the triple spiral.
The lightshow lasts 17 minutes.
The solstice marks the seasonal turning point from the death of winter and the natural world, to a return to life with the promise of longer days.
In Newgrange, the masculine sun enters the vulva of the goddess penetrating the birth canal with light until it reaches her womb. There, the dreaming remains of our ancestors would have been regenerated with the life of the sun. The goddess’s tomb womb an intermediary between life and death.
"For the rest of the year the interior of the temple was in darkness. The ritual enacted must have been one of the sun fertilizing the ‘body’ of the earth and so awakening her after her winter sleep to the renewed cycle of life."
-Anne Baring & Jules Cashford
Milky Goddess
Bóinn by Jim Fitzpatrick
Irish astronomer and journalist Anthony Murphy of Mythical Ireland points out how Newgrange’s land, Brú na Bóinne in Gaeilge, is most often interpreted as Brú ("Brew") meaning 'palace' or 'mansion', but it can also mean ‘belly’ or ‘womb’ in Old Irish.
Bóinne (“Boy-nyah") derives from the River Boyne whose banks Newgrange rests into. The river is named after the Goddess Bóinn ("Bow-in"). The river is the goddess.
Bóinn’s name means ‘White Cow’, Bó Fhionn. So in this way, Newgrange could mean the ‘Womb of the White Cow’.
Indeed, Bóinn’s lover the Dagda (“Dawg-da”), the father figure of Ireland’s supernatural race, the Tuatha Dé Danann, and their son, the love god, Óengus (“Aengus”) are said to reside there.
The Irish for Milky Way is Bealach na Bó Finne – the ‘Way of the White Cow’.
This gifts us divine symbolism to work with at this time of year. To release our dreams into the cosmos and nourish them in the milky breast of the goddess Bóinn.
"The flowing breast is the essential image of trust in the universe. Even the faintest pattern of stars was once seen as iridescent drops of milk streaming from the breast of the Mother Goddess: the galaxy that came to be called the Milky Way."
-Anne Baring & Jules Cashford
And so, hear the voice of Goddess Bóinn ask you now:
What holy longing calls to you?
What is dreaming through you?
Can you gift these cherished dreams of yours to Bóinn to bathe in her milky bath of stars?
And enter 2023, feeling this numinous connection to your mythical lineage. To feel supported in and nourished by the milky breast of the goddess.
A Powerful Question I Asked Myself
Today, I wonder, well what if I had been told as a child that I was created in the image of the divine feminine? In the image of the Great Mother? In the image of the Goddess?
‘Mer-Unicorn’ by Susan Seddon Boulet
“What if I believed that I was created in the image of the divine feminine?”
This is the powerful question I asked myself. Let me tell you why.
From early childhood, it was explained to me that I was created in the image of God - in the image of the divine masculine.
I never felt this to be true in my body because many of those who claimed to be the gatekeepers of this image in Catholic Ireland also told me that by virtue of being female, I was less than. I was worse than less than, I was intentional because I was a sinner.
These same gatekeepers sent my older sister to ‘limbo’ after to quote former president, Mary McAleese, she was “buried in oppressed silence between dusk and dawn” in a collective grave. These same gatekeepers fated that my brother be born in a mother and baby home.
And so, intuitively from my late teens, I disconnected from the divine because I could not see myself in this image.
‘The Journey Home’ by Susan Seddon Boulet
Between then and now, I’ve followed a long road home, a proportion of it unbeknownst to myself at the time but still, guided by my unconscious, my dreamworld, mythical and human ancestors and finally, by my body.
Today, I wonder, well what if I had been told as a child that I was created in the image of the divine feminine? In the image of the Great Mother? In the image of the Goddess?
When I first asked myself this question, I cried in deep sorrow and relief. Because of recognition. Because I could finally see myself in this image.
I felt liberated.
And so, I’ve been exploring many questions around this, a few of which I share with you to explore yourself if you feel this call:
What if you believed you were created in the image of the divine feminine, the Great Mother, the Goddess?
What does this possibility invite you to feel in your body?
Who would this give you permission to be?
What would this give you permission to do in your life?
I am forever finding new meaning in this quote from Marion Woodman, it feels pertinent here:
“Only by discovering and loving the goddess lost within our rejected body can we hear our own authentic voice.”
For we are finding her. She is finding us.
‘Changing Woman’ by Susan Seddon Boulet
I will leave this blog here as I chant:
“I am created in the image of the Divine Feminine.”
“I am created in the image of the Great Mother.”
“I am created in the image of the Goddess.”