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Awakening the Divine Feminine. Un-earthing Feminine Wisdom. Avalonian. Priestess. Goddess. Flame Keeper. FIND US ON FACEBOOK - DOITGIRL (@dailydoitgirl)
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I want to write i really do but i feel like a @dailydoitgirl
I want to write,
I really do. But I feel like a mute with her tongue cut out. My power, my gift on the planet, feels gone for a spell, to see who I am when I’m not hiding behind the page. I barely can feel my feet on the earth, I barely, rarely, know where I am when I wake up in the mornings. “Patient,” everyone tells me, be patient with this transformation. Like the leaves, quivering on the branches, your change is coming in the winds. I’m in that waiting room in Beetlejuice, betwen one life and the next, I’m in spiritual surgery, sprawled out on the table, they’re taking out what I couldn’t, what I didn’t have the guts to or what I couldn’t see myself. Goddess talks to me rarely, she just leaves the space behind my thoughts to quiet myself, to take my own hand, and I do, often, physically, take my own hand. I am partially here on this new coast for love, but that disappeared, like a mirage of water in the desert, as soon as I arrived, after crossing the states in my tiny red geriatric jeep, and taking two nights in a ghosttown of Madrid, New Mexico, it felt just like a magickal trick brought me here, like Goddess was a magician, and he was her illusion. “Now you see him, now you don’t,” because the only thing that ever moves me is love, and she knows that. A man at the lighthouse on my New England island heard me talk about my winter move to the warmer coast. He said, “You either fell in love or have a broken heart. That’s the only reason we leave here or land here.” And he was right. I landed there with a broken heart, I left with a thirsty one. Here it’s the wild open west, it’s the great frontier, endless possibility is thick in the air but it’s so hard without my furry familiar, who rests with my father in Virginia after surgery. But I wake up every night and feel her at my side like a ghost. Then the coyotes start to yip and growl in death council beneath my window, and I keep hoping they’re killing my meekness, my smallness my old story and my fear. My friend out here, she keeps me big, when I try to play small. My hope for you is people who keep you big when you try to play small.
I try to keep these posts less personal, I prefer to Mary Magdalene my writing, to keep it like a mirror, with less detail, just enough so you can see my story is yours. It’s my only hope at contributing to the healing of the planet, that I rise the feminine by bringing them out of hiding with my tales from the depths, my tales from my closet, my songs from my soul. The feminine energies of love and healing will save the world if it can be saved. All my friends out here are all healers, so I’m seeing it happen before my watery eyes. Everyone is rising into a healer, simply because this planet and its people need so much healing.

So I prefer to write in the third person, as “She,” and not “I,” for haven’t you felt the evolvement from Me, to We, but some things feel like they need to be said, like when people say, “See the World,” they don’t just mean the rolling hills of Scotland or the jungles of Costa Rica, perhaps they mean what I saw in Mexico last weekend, the babies in shopping carts, the dead dogs on the side of the road, the trash in the wilds and the people the people, with hollow eyes begging for food and selling puppies in the road. I had to see that too. And I had to not look away.

There isn’t a point to this post but to release, and to tell you, that when spirit does talk to me it is the same message again and again. To let life take me. To let life change me.
I’m hanging fearfully
onto the side of the cliff, white knuckling my life,
holding onto what I thought it had to be.
I need to just let go and fall into life’s sea.
I crawled a rock on my run in the hills of Topanga the other day to perch and take in the sprawling view like a hawk, and I could feel myself holding on so tightly to the narrative, my same old story, writing it over and over again just with different characters but the same goddamn ending again and again, in circles, and spirit took my tight balled fists of hands and opened them up and said, “Give God back the pen. Release control. Give the greatest story teller ever, back the pen.”

image: Anne O. Photography

I was never very good at school in fact when @dailydoitgirl

I was never very good at school
In fact when Shakti and I started teaching Wild Woman courses together I had pain body memory through teaching
And we had to call it circle
And gathering
To make sure the intention was clear
We were sharing information that had awakened in us because it was our birthright and dare I say duty to do so and healing others
Heals us- no one was telling anyone what to do or giving them orders or rules. No hierarchy. Just. Sharing. Because when I was a little baby starseed I couldn’t believe teachers could tell others what to do. I remembered a land where everyone was autonomous and equal. I was always raising my hand and getting kicked out for speaking my heart.
The seat of teacher is a tricky one
You might have noticed I’m uncomfortable with labels these days
They allow for no expansion
And in all this constant chaos of fall
Were changing as our lives change faster everyday
But I like to think of myself as a pretty good student of life
I’m always asking what am I learning? Doing my best to bow to the lesson as threshold
What is God/Goddess/Spirit trying to teach me?
We know we are on the right path
When our life is filled with synchronicities
Signs everywhere
Green lights
I know we have to let things go
For them to come back
I know we sometimes have to forget
So we can remember
And sometimes we have to take a step back from it
To see what it is
I have always had to run away from home
To miss it
I’ve done that since I was a kid

The response to me stopping doitgirl broke my big ass divine feminine heart

And when I stopped serving
I started dying
I didn’t glow and I didn’t hear goddess
And nothing
I was rudderless in the sea of life
I was like Darryl Hannah in Splash when they take her out of the water- to make her a “normal” woman
And she weakens and grows so tired and her beautiful glittery scales turn gray and peeling
And then I realized Doitgirl isnt me
Doitgirl is the vessel through which I serve

It’s barely a pen name
It was a credo given to me by god when I woke up
It was a call to shift the planet
it was a call for the feminine to rise in balance with the masculine
For transformation

It’s a call to arms
Not the kind we shoot with
But the kind we hold each other with

I can no easier stop writing for god
As I can stop breathing
I am nothing without my service
I don’t want ever
to stop serving

My addiction to symbolism and language rearranged
Which is Gaelic for letter

And when I first woke up
I called these channelings
“Letters from the light”
Which is spirit which is God which is Goddess
I could change DOITGIRL to GODLITIR but I’ll humbly accept the name
I was given
Although I do love the hidden code within

As my friend Jesse said
“Nice artist move, Sarah”

She said you’re just gonna break up the band
To get it back together
And nothing in me could tell her she was wrong
Consider the band
Back together.
Cue the music. xo

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Word stuck tenalach a word used in the hills @dailydoitgirl


Tenalach, a word used in the hills and mountains in the west of Ireland, allows one to literally hear the earth sing. (submitted by tenalach)

A shot from my magical shoot with courtney brooke @dailydoitgirl

A shot from my magical shoot with Courtney Brooke Hall. I wanna go back and do it all over again!! #avalon #ladyofthelake #doitgirl #lightwitch

Two weeks ago it was if i had waded into the ocean @dailydoitgirl

Two weeks ago it was if I had waded into the ocean and I knew where I was, I could feel the sand beneath my feet, soft but firm, it wasn’t- I wasn’t- going anywhere and then
but then.
I got swept up in these tidal waves of men and I went under. And if you’re lucky enough to have people watching you on the beach they get worried- they could see you one minute, then one big wave took you and you were gone. Should they rush in and save you? No, I didnt need saving and no one but me could save me from this pattern. I’ve been in those black waves of my old patterns too many times, never to any good, to much destruction. But this time I’m conscious and that makes all the difference. The wrong man, my friend has told me many times, can be the end of you. And I knew that, I’ve lived that, but a small part of me still wanted the drama of destruction.
But then. Somehow, somehow I broke out of the pattern, beneath the waves I felt very certain this time I wasn’t going to let myself drown for lust, I wasnt going down with this ship, this time I’d hold my ground for love. Even though there are times I just wanted the waters to take me, but I’ve done that before, and I almost didn’t make it back, so I clawed, tooth and nail, out of the water, back to my path, back toward my golden throne on the sand. And I emerged, exhausted, from the battle with the waves of the old patterns, crawling out like someone who had just broken a lifelong riptide, back to myself.
I didnt let it take me fully, just the part of me that always lost herself to men, as there had been a whisper from deep below, “lose your self-
no really, lose the self you identify with so tightly, the one who tells the story about who you are in love, the one about you and bad boys and always getting wrecked.” And I let those old patterns get rinsed out in the spin cycle of the waves, and I emerged, washed clean, buffed by the same forces that turn sharp breakable shards into soft eternal sea glass. And the part of me that reemerged from the water
left all the bad boys
behind for
man. And carried away in the waves was the Little Girl who always lost herself to love
and who emerged
was the Woman who simply was Love.

Alternate book intro 51114 when i got back from @dailydoitgirl


When I got back from west coast, from the disaster that was my would-be wedding, to find myself in a Brooklyn basement apartment under a bridge, its concrete sidewalks littered with trash, the building lorded over by a racist drunk homophobic misogynistic landlord. I had no identity except “his ex,” and no job and no child and no anything I was supposed to have at the age of thirty in this culture, I felt like a total failure. And I died, I died on that floor. I failed at dreams that had never even been mine.
How was I ever supposed to realize them, if I didn’t truly deep down believe in or want them? I was only following the rules handed to me by the iron fist of Patriarchal culture. And I did not domesticate well. I felt suffocated in houses with white picket fences and by jobs with white male bosses and other women who hated me and were threatened by my untamable nature. I wasn’t ever going to fit in the domestic patriarchal world- I was wild. I was a wildfire. So I tried my hardest to tame myself. I still had white pills pumping through my blood to sedate the Shakti inside me, the screaming Kali, the loving fierce Durga, the sensual Aphrodite, the endless archetypes of Goddess within me.
I had been magic until about seven years old, and then I opened my eyes and looked around- this was not a world that I belonged to or remembered, I truly remembered the wild mystical land of the Goddess. I didn’t belong in the concrete wasteland of father patriarchy I belonged in the wild arms of mother nature. By the time I was eighteen I began to “party” (that always struck me as oxymoronic, shouldn’t a party be joyous?) through my life, and my career as a rock journalist enabled that. I sedated myself and drank through it, Marilyn and Stevie Nicks style but not nearly as glamorous, it was my attempt at creating an alternative universe, not knowing yet there was an internal alternate one, not yet knowing how to find that.
But there is no stopping the waking. When my inauthentic life fell apart, I was terrified- where would a woman like me fit? I would have to strike off and create an entirely different, new place for myself.
The witch whispered to me. They had buried the witch so deep down in the tomb of this culture. They had propagandized Her enough to stigmatize her as ugly and evil, so we might stay far away from her self-empowering magic. A little digging into my own soul and history- or herstory books- proved different. She was a beautiful woman, a mirror of the earth who worked with nature- she was autonomous unto her self. She did not bow to patriarchal culture, its limitations and conformity, which is why she had to be killed.
So, who was the witch? I was startled to find- I was the witch. And it was the first
and only thing that ever made sense in my life. What was I going to do with this information? The wisdom of the earth, the wisdom of the ancients, sacred powerful information. I was the keeper of something ancient tribal and magickal it would be my work to open the tomb, Pandora’s box of feminine magick, unleash it first in my heart and then in the hearts of any women who felt called to hear my song.
My bibles became Women who Run with the Wolves and Dancing in the Flames. My teachers became Marys– Mary Magdalene and Marion (a name which means, “star of the Sea”) Woodman, nature’s scribe Mary Oliver and Marianne Williamson- any “MA"s who taught of the ways of the Mother. And my true teacher of nature, the wild heart of the feminine, became MArtha’s Vineyard in Massachusetts. And the spirit of Martha, on that island, was no lightweight.
Patriarchal power is external – the power is outside oneself, it’s placed in money and materials and the Man. I woke to the power of love, found it internally, and became, like the witch, autonomous. It is matriarchal in nature to become self empowered. When our power is external, outside ourselves, we are limited. When our power comes from within, then we are limitless.
Finally, I took it all off. The make up, the heels, the false dreams, the lies, the veils between truth and the veils between me and other and the Mother. We owe such destruction of egoic veils to Goddess Kali, and she continues to whittle me down to my truth. I was naked. I died to the lies to wake to my truth. And I was held in Her womb on a magical feminine island where I was reborn as my true self- wild, and one with the Mother. - DOITGIRL

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Omniastudios in celebration of the full moon @dailydoitgirl


In celebration of the full moon, here is The Celestial Oracle ring.

Ethereal hands surround a beautifully crafted handmade glass full moon sphere. Limited edition.

I want to be more clear about what doitgirl witch @dailydoitgirl

I want to be more clear about what DOITGIRL Witch School is.
This is not a Wiccan Course, I am not Wiccan. This is not a traditional Witch School, as there are plenty of those out there taught by seasoned witches steeped in traditional craft. This is a modern Witch’s wise woman journey into your own authentic heart. This is not even a true “Course,” in the patriarchal linear sense of the word that you’re graded or have mandatory homework or that there are any expectations of you besides a thirsty spirit and a heart that’s blistering and breaking open, never to close again. We won’t be working with traditional magick, but we will be working with the true magic of your own heart. This is an introduction to walking as a Modern Priestess. This is the answer to my inbox queries of “How Do I Work with You?” “How Do I Get Closer to Goddess?” “How Do I Get Closer to Myself?” “How Do I Make Sense of My Blasted Open Feminine Heart in this Patriarchal World?” “How Do I Serve?“ This is a seven week journey into my mystical world, it will be peppered with my guides and teachers and my own trial by fire wisdom and the wisdom I’ve procured from books and teachers since my awakening. This is a walk through the world of the Modern Witch, a world governed by the Moon, the Earth, the Goddess, The Wheel of the Year, Moon Circles, Mystics, Trials by Fire, and an ever-awakening heart. This is a course to do my part to help de-stigmatize and re-rise the "Witch,” as self and earth healer. This is a course to help return you to your own ancient personal internal power.
#doitgirl #priestesspath #witchschool 🐍🔮👸🌙🔥

Witch school week i night one intro circle @dailydoitgirl

Witch School
Week I / Night One.
Intro Circle.
Aligning with & Working with the Phases & Magic of the Moon. Sarah will lead you through the phases of the moon- how to live and work with their particular magic. Plus, she’ll offer ritual and mantra for each magical lunar phase. Once we begin to align with Her phases, we begin to see the Divine Blueprint that is always guiding us deeper and truer.

School starts August 26, in the dark of the new moon, the most auspicious time to enter a new phase of one’s life.
For further course outline, information & registration, please go to

The long awaited 7 week course to align with your @dailydoitgirl

The long-awaited 7-week course to align with your inner Priestess, free the Witch from Patriarchal shadow and reclaim your inner wise woman. Since her Divine Feminine, Witchy Awakening into the Priestesshood four years ago Sarah Durham Wilson has been curating her external and internal research to craft this course for Modern Awakening Priestesses and she is thrilled and honored to finally share it with those who feel called to walk as Modern Witch, Priestess, Wise Woman. This is a course to unlock the long-buried tomb of Feminine magic from beneath the patriarchal concrete, so that Wild Hearts & Feminine Wisdom may thrive again. The Witch, the Self and Earth healer- has risen.

More Details on Special Guests and offers coming soon, stay tuned for details.
Payment Plans available, email for further inquiries.

for info & registration,

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di A. Corradini

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Wildlife Experience All the Images are retrieved from FACEBOOK - If one of your… via Tumblr

Fuckyeahpaganism the valkyrie vigil edward @dailydoitgirl


The Valkyrie Vigil ~ Edward Robert Hughes

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Ossie Clark

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Martin van Maële

Cross connect artist samantha keely smith @dailydoitgirl


Artist Samantha Keely Smith paints breathtaking abstract landscapes that resemble the swirling waters of the ocean. Using oil paint, enamel, and shellac, Smith builds up multiple translucent layers of color, alternating between soft brushstrokes and large, sweeping gestures to evoke crashing waves, surging tides, and stormy floods.


// Selected by Sunil

Too flipping cute @dailydoitgirl
too.. flipping cute


“Saved by veterinarians SuperGatito

This kitten was born with deformed rib cage, which directly affected the position of his heart and triggered a series of breathing problems. In this situation, veterinarians put a splint on his chest and blindfolded him, it was then realized that the dressing resembled a superhero costume, hence the name Supergatito. 

Supergatito more like Iron Cat


Oorequiemoo memoryepsilon george seeley @dailydoitgirl



George Seeley, 1907

(via the-hanging-garden)

Saturnsdaughter domenico tintoretto @dailydoitgirl


Domenico Tintoretto, Penitent Magdalene, 1598-1602

Thatmeansprogress durga devi @dailydoitgirl


Durga Devi

Sh8na dance of hands @dailydoitgirl


Dance of Hands

Failsnet tumblr failsnet white @dailydoitgirl


Tumblr - White people

Thatbohemiangirl my bohemian heart this makes @dailydoitgirl


My Bohemian Heart 

This makes me so happy!

Jacsfishburne jacs fishburne x polabeard march @dailydoitgirl


Jacs Fishburne x Polabeard

March 2014 | Austin, TX

Luthiens in winter here no heart could mourn @dailydoitgirl


“In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lórien, there was no stain.”

Disorienteddreams anni difficili luigi zampa @dailydoitgirl


Anni Difficili (Luigi Zampa, 1948)

Colin vian jules louis machard 1839 1900 @dailydoitgirl


 Jules Louis MACHARD ( 1839- 1900 )

Deerbabystyles a young boy in bangladesh @dailydoitgirl


A young boy in Bangladesh risked his life in a surging river to rescue a drowning baby deer, prompting cheers from locals who weren’t sure whether Belal would reach the other side or be swept away. [x]

this means everything to me

Shes my flower child lostincape town ॐ @dailydoitgirl



 ॐ Spiritual Bliss ॐ

Hoodoothatvoodoo arnold genthe 1920 @dailydoitgirl


Arnold Genthe 1920
Enchantedsleeper aphrodite 1902 briton @dailydoitgirl


Aphrodite (1902), Briton Riviere

Venusinthefifth mightynewshoes most people @dailydoitgirl



Most people live their entire lives without ever experiencing a moment of the kind of happiness this dog is feeling.

His tail <3

F l e u r d e l y s dancers photography by @dailydoitgirl


Dancers Photography by Ludovic Florent

 ” Poussière d’étoiles” is a series realized by French photographer Ludovic Florent. He gives pride of place to dancers full of grace by adding flour. Sand grains highlight the majestic movement effect of their dance. More photos in the next part of the article.

So excited for my third journey into teaching with @dailydoitgirl

SO excited for my third journey into teaching with Shakti Sunfire…

Enter our virtual circle if you want to …

Learn how to lead your own moon circle
Align with the Phases of the Moon
Create Ritual
Realign with Nature
Work with the Elements
Walk as Priestess
Be initiated into the path of the Dark Goddess
Self Healing & Earth Healing Practices
Share with Sisters on the Path
Enter the Coven of the Wild Woman?

xoxo )O(


Urbanporn profusive is this real can i go @dailydoitgirl





Sweetslowsex hes holding is little hands like @dailydoitgirl


He’s holding is little hands like, “umm kind sir I’m back… i… is it ok if I get some more nuts? If not that’s ok I’m just hungry” 

Endlessme brigitte bardot @dailydoitgirl


Brigitte Bardot

21414 she said you call in the perfect @dailydoitgirl


She said

You call in the perfect partner
by becoming your perfect partner. So I keep doing that
for me.
I bring myself coffee in bed. I light candles and run hot baths with lavendar. I dance. I soften up on myself. I clean up after dinner for myself, playing Bonnie Raitt in the glow of the Christmas lights. I teach yoga in my living room. I take guitar lessons, and play, badly, but smile through it. I watch the cardinals land in the slush outside. The red in the vast sea of white
is a witchy metaphor
that Love can find you anywhere.

I saged her heart in yoga this morning. And then I saged mine. May the dead leave
to make space for what longs to live. {We’re three quarters through winter. Light and life are officially taking the lead. } Like helping spirits cross over into the light, my friends have gotten good at that. For everyone is talking about how their house gets so haunted on this island in the winter, all our ghosts coming out to play. I exorcise my heart. I remember how I never really knew what love was at all. How it’s taken me four years to really heal from my great love shipwreck. We were given each others hearts, but we had no idea what to do with them. Babies trying to care for babies. Love is a living thing, to tend to, to care for. We didn’t know how to care for ourselves, let alone the love we’d been given. It is a language I am only just learning how to speak. How could we have known, if we hadn’t have learned, so painfully. The lovers since him I’ve only played in shallow water with. I haven’t dared swim out deep with them. God forbid I can’t make it back this time. I barely made it back last time.

I empty out the tomb
that holds the old lovers
to make space for the new ones. For the One I will love the way they long to be loved. I learn how to love him
by loving

What is your intention for the day?

Radical Self Love.

She said what if instead
of having a crush on another dude
You had a crush
on yourself. What if you saw yourself
through the eyes
of your Beloved.

What if you knew you belonged
So deeply to this world
It couldnt breathe without you that there was nothing you could do

to make it un-love you.

{Let love express itself through you.}

I said how did you know my secret

that I have never really felt like I belonged.

She said its all of our secret. But the truth is no one

could belong more than you do. We all belong. Belong, in this very moment. She said take a deep breath and Come home. Stop wandering like a beggar. You are home. Relax into your body and drink the air like wine.

You belong You have permission It is all green lights. Now what?
This world responds
to your every thought.

For every single action

there’s a reaction.

Every. Single. Action. It took me

until two days ago

to process that, despite being told my whole life. Does it blow your mind, the way it did mine?

I play a lullaby naked on the guitar- I remember I’m singing it to you, and my voice softens.
I eat the chocolate chip cookies for breakfast,
she brought me over for Valentines Day.

They tell you to write love lists like ordering from the Love Diner.

I realized I had never known

my whole life

what I wanted

until now. Because I had never really known me, until now.

What’s on your list, she asked

and peered over my shoulder.

She smiled at the big hands

and messy hair part

then I said, I also want to be called His Girl. I always loved

being called

His Girl.

I pull together old writings, painstakingly, like going though skeletons in the closet. My, how awakenings can be so messy and not flattering, that’s right, embarrassing, it’s wincing work. But I pull them together, anyway. I want to have somethign to show for all my changes. It’s hard work, rifling though your closets of disaster and discovery, but I hear “Fuck it, Be Fearless,” from the angel on my shoulder and I carry on.

I take a break from the work to write to you. I get so full of thoughts I have to lay down and birth them.

The birds are knocking at my wooden door with their beaks, carrying a message. Death has knocked on many doors this winter. Everyone feels the chill. If you could do it differently, what would you change? I would be happier. I wouldn’t care


they thought. I’d smile so big

they’d have to wear sunglasses. I’d ride my broom

through town

in a velvet kimono. I’d raise enough money to buy a horse farm. I’d rescue every dog in the tri state area. I’d build a healing center by the lake. I’d hold free reiki clinics and teach self love yoga to teens. I’d hug those who call themselves my enemies and tell them how much I loved them and had learned from them, even though it drove them crazy. I’d play my bad lullabies in coffee shops, then open up a poetry circle on the stage. I’d take naps and not feel bad about it. And. More.

The wind blows so strong, carrying trash can lids and tree limbs across the yard. The more wind, the more change. So much change on this day of Love. Love changes you. Are you ready, to be changed?


I got too good at saying no. I turned them all away at my door. I say Yes now, instead. Life kept asking me to dance and I kept wall-flowering it. Arms crossed, waiting for a better offer than what was. What is is the only offer, the now is inviting you to be in it. Might as well dance. We don’t know how long we get. Sometimes I think I only get ten more years, because that’s how long my mother got. But it could be less. And it could be more, the only thing I’m sure of is I have right now.

She asked when are you going to claim the life that waits for you.

I’ve watched people and animals and crops
die without love.
I’ve watched people and animals and crops
be saved
by love.

Everytime I seek outside of love, I come back to love, as the highest of all the laws, and the only religion, and always only ever
the lesson. If youre wondering what the answer to your question is, it’s Love.

I’ve made some bad choices, I’ve followed my ego, and not my heart. Can I trust myself anyway?

What’s a warrior? Someone who gets up after they fell down.

At lunch I’ll eat the handmade quiche
from a friend I had dinner with last night. I’ll make a fire with the kindling her boyfriend put in the front seat of my jeep while she and I caught up. We talked with the Olympics as background music
about how last week was so hard
we cried like babies
waiting to be burped. But this time,
talking about it
we were laughing. That’s how
it works. We were sad last week and this week we lived to laugh about it.

Mantras come to me in my sleep. The only thing that is happening

the only thing that is real

is what’s happening now. The other night it came like a Gregorian Chant. The only thing that is real is the now.

My bank account is empty. My heart is not.

Being broke

feels rather rich.

It seems really really fitting that my blog is @dailydoitgirl

It seems really really fitting that my blog is finally up (thanks to my dear cousin Matthew) as things in my life have shifted so much.
I’ve been on this road for three years and it’s… ended.
So I could begin.
They told me… when I came out my mother’s stomach I came out crying, screaming bloody murder, I had ripped a clamp out of her incision, I held it high in the air in a tightly clenched fist..nurses came running. I made a BIG FUCKING DEAL about my first birth, and… I made a BIG FUCKING DEAL about my second birth. Cuz it felt important to tell it. And looking back, I would never be able to do it again, I would never have the guts to… spill my guts out, so personally…but isn’t that what they say about birth, that it’s so painful, that’s why we forget. Because if you could remember it in detail you would never do it again. It was gory and humilating and terrifying and visceral and amazing.
And it was a long three years in the birth canal. And it was a ton of digging out the grave I’d made for myself. And it was a bunch of swimming to a new shore after I dove off the old one. And it was a bunch of Kali scything away the false mes to get to the real me. Which she will continue to do, I just hope she never has to work as hard as she has the last three years- for her sake, my sake, the sake of others.
And, most importantly for me, because it’s how I’ve felt my whole life, I broke the glass on this tomb I’ve been living in, the glass that separated me from life. And I took a big deep breath in, and I relaxed. And I received. Like Anais Nin says, “If I had not created my own world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.” I did die in everyone else’s world and it’s been three hard years creating my own world. And now I want to live in it.
The last few weeks I’ve been seeing suitcases. Like, I’m packed up and ready to take off on a new adventure. I’m tired of who I was, I worked really really hard to heal. And I hope, in the process, re-awaken the feminine and de-stigmatize the witch.
And now I’m open to who I can become. I no longer have the wounds, just the lessons. I’m lighter, I’m more open. I’m here. Joy and I are becoming bedfellows. I’m happy-sore from dancing.
I pass the torch of the rebirth – the destruction of my old life for the creation of the new, the life of purpose…on to so many beautiful men and women. After rebirth… comes life. Comes love. And more art.
I think, in part, I chronicled my awakening so publicly so as to prove that it was possible.
You can change your life.
And now, I say freely, I don’t know. I don’t know. I have no…idea what next. Which means, anything is possible.
Jai Ma,
image: Frantisek Drtikol

Sometimes she still flinches when you reach out @dailydoitgirl

Sometimes she still flinches
When you reach out to touch her.
Sometimes she still barks
when you’re only trying to help.
Sometimes she’ll even bare her teeth
if you get too close
to her wound.
It’s true
My rescue
and I are not that different
No she’s a mirror
of a feral creature
still learning what love is.
We’ve both been saved
we’ve both been found
- we got our
second chances.

But somedays
some nights
it’s a little too easy-
no matter how hard life tries to remind us-
to forget.

And then we remember-
which always comes on the heels of the forgetting
like day always following night-
found, following lost-
and we look around in wonder
that we are home
in a home
we are safe
and - most astonishing of all-


Just a reminder my full moon virtualcircle will @dailydoitgirl

Just a reminder: My Full Moon #virtualcircle will be live at 6 PM, Here is all the info…

I will be honoring the Final Full Moon of the Water Snake before entering the Year of the Horse with a Moon Ceremony. For those of you who have written in asking how to honor this moon, who do or do not have a circle to attend, who want to know more about circles, this is for you. You can purchase admission to the sacred ceremony on my ETSY page. In return, you’ll receive the passcode for the video which will go live on the DOITGIRL Vimeo page tomorrow, January 15th, at 6 PM, but please feel free to watch or listen whenever is convenient for you. 

I will be speaking about what this Moon meant to our ancestors, how to release the energies of the Water Snake to ride the Horse, and lead us through ceremony, ritual, and story in honor of the moon & you. Thank you so much for honoring me in the sacred and most natural rhythm of the universe: give and receive. )O(

Mrsbeefheart celtic mythology boann white @dailydoitgirl


Celtic Mythology ☓ Boann

White cow
White river
Flower of wisdom
Mother of love
White moon
White foam
Mother of the Waters
Birdsofrhiannon six thousand year old @dailydoitgirl


Six thousand year old megalithic tomb, one of the oldest monuments in the world, Poulnabrone Dolmen, County Clare, Ireland

Themagicfarawayttree waterhouse mermaid @dailydoitgirl


Waterhouse, Mermaid

Nataliakoptseva tumblr com @dailydoitgirl


La Dame à la licorneThe Lady and the Unicorn): View (detail), late 15th century, wool and silk tapestry, Paris, Musée national du Moyen Age (Hôtel et Thermes de Cluny)

And she said maybe when the wounds are not so @dailydoitgirl
And She said, “maybe when the wounds are not so raw
and the pain isn’t so new
when you don’t have to wince to see the truth
we’ll sit by the fire and sift through the mire
we’ll pan through the dirt
til we find the gold
then we’ll dust off from the battle
and forget all but the love we’ve been told
but for now be still sink deep be heavy
and know it’s you in my arms I hold.”

Sisterwolf herbert gustave schmalz 1897 @dailydoitgirl


Herbert Gustave Schmalz  1897

Santmat happy winter solstice these @dailydoitgirl


Happy Winter Solstice!

These Solstice-related holidays have the theme of the return of Light or miracles associated with the Renewal or Incarnation of the Light in the material plane. Happy Holidays of Light and May the New Year Bring Much Service to Humanity, Meditation, Wisdom and Prosperity.

In Divine Light and Sound, Jai Sat Naam, Jai Guru, SatyaRaam, RadhaSoami,
Sant Mat Society of North America
Spiritual Awakening Radio

All whales in captivity are all psychologically @dailydoitgirl

“All whales in captivity are all psychologically traumatized;  it’s not just Tilikum.”

“If you were in a bathtub for 25 years, don’t you think you’d get a little psychotic?”

“There’s no record of an orca doing any harm in the wild.”

Blackfish (2013)

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Arthur Spooner, Nymph in a wood

Cosmicspacegirl how to be a witch monster @dailydoitgirl


How To Be A Witch

Monster Parade Magazine, 1958

Amospoe i went down to the river i set down @dailydoitgirl


“I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.” 
― Langston Hughes

Nameless dead viα spells of life angel statue @dailydoitgirl


viα spells-of-lifeAngel statue in the graveyard of Trzic, Slovenia by ~lordradi

I adore this photo<3

Ego anger vs righteous anger cover up every @dailydoitgirl
Ego Anger vs. Righteous Anger. 


Every one
my whole life

Has said “Cover Up”

I don’t want to see that skin
I don’t want to see that scar
I don’t want to see
that pain

Because when you dont have to see me
You dont have to see you.

Her whole life
Has told Her 
“Cover Up.”

We don’t want to see
what we fear
what we deisre
who we are
what we have done
what we cannot explain
what we came from
and what we will return to

[we will kill your khaos and mystery
with our rules and order]

on top of your wet and wild earth we shall build our empires
we’ll suffocate your moist flesh with concrete
We’ll raze your wild dense dark forest
home of the beautiful the powerful the unruly the wild the innocents the beasts and the free
the ground. And then we’ll build our businesses on their burial grounds. All hail the boss. 
We’ll shoot your remaining wolves
from close range
in helicopters 
we like to show nature 
who’s boss. 
we like to show the wild
we like to show the feminine
who’s in fucking control here. 
We’ll send children
to war
to kill other children. We need to show them
who is boss. All hail the boss.

We’ll cover you up. We’ll kill your wild.

When I am talking about 
my power
I am not talking
about- and I am not wearing
a god-damned
“power suit.”

I am talking about my raw internal
life giving
Shakti. One that needs no clothes to make-up
the woman.

Not external power
Internal power

All my life they told me
cover up
kill your wild

All my life they told Her
cover up
we’ll kill your wild

Cover Up
Cover Up Cover Up

[“And don’t hold me accountable
for what I might do
if I see you. I might have to show you
who’s boss.”]

Cover the scars 
the flesh
the truth

The wild earth
and the wild you

Sit down
Don’t speak Up
Lie down
Don’t stand up

Well the Feminine, The Indigo, the weird and the wild and the outcast
have the floor now
what floor of this planet is left

For we are its
last hope

And it’s time for the wild to win
the voiceless to scream
the innocents to rise
the forests to bloom

and the children
to play agin

Cover Up
they said
Well, no. Now it’s time
to take it all off

Can you look at me?
Can you look at you?
Can you look at this world?

It’s the only way
to save it

Cover up?
I think not.
Undress from the lies
stand naked in the truth of you

Would you tell Goddess Kali 
to go put on a shirt? 
She’d sooner 
make one out
of your skin
And dance on the graves
of the innocents
until they rise
screaming the victory whoops
of sweet

Sugarmeows set design for performance mozarts @dailydoitgirl


Set design for performance Mozart’s The Magic Flute, the Queen of the night (20th century; Berlin, German) – Simon Quaglio (1795–1878)

Thatbohemiangirl my bohemian heart this makes @dailydoitgirl


My Bohemian Heart 

This makes me so happy!

I am getting really excited for this saturday the @dailydoitgirl
I am getting REALLY excited for this Saturday, the start of my second virtual circle with Shakti Sunfire. 

These calls are designed to offer you a virtual sister circle to honor and align you with the full power of the sacred descent into the dark toward the birth of the light. On the 3 Saturdays leading up to Soul-stice we will cover:

* December Moon Significance to Ancestors, and Rituals 

* Altar set up 

* Solstice Self-Initation Ritual

* Rituals to Break Old Patterns/ Release Old Patterns/Create New Patterns

* Solstice: Ritual & Signifigance to Witches, Wild Women, Goddesses. 

* Storytelling. 

* The Dark Goddess Archetype (Lady Morgaine, Kali, Mary Magdelene, the Black Madonna, Innana)

* The Earth Element and the direction of the North

* Gestation/Incubation and the power of silence

* Imaginal visioning

* Crone time - seeing in the dark

* Meditation

* Exploring the Shadow Self

* Nesting and cleaning up shop
* Aligning with the Phases of the Moon
* The descendent path

* The North on the Wheel of the Year 

* New Year Rituals

* Myths of the underworld journey

* The Christ Story

*Leading your own circles. 

Q & A Sharing at the second half of each call, 

and Much, Much More. 

If you haven’t signed up, or need more information, Message me or Shakti. 

Here’s the link! )O(

In light and dark, Sarah & Shakti

*Original Image: Lori Saul.


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Diana, the Roman goddess of the hunt, the moon and birthing. 1916

Is the Moon male or female for you?