Sounds familiar.

“She sat at the back and they said she was shy,
She led from the front and they hated her pride,
They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance,
They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence,
When she shared no ambition they said it was sad,
So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad,
They told her they’d listen, then covered their ears,
And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears,
And she listened to all of it thinking she should,
Be the girl they told her to be best as she could,
But one day she asked what was best for herself,
Instead of trying to please everyone else,
So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees,
She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves,
She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine,
And she told them what she’d been told time after time,
She told them she felt she was never enough,
She was either too little or far far too much,
Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak,
Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek,
Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs,
And she stopped…and she heard what the trees said to her,
And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave,
For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe”


One mother.

I am the daughter
of a daughter.

Who is the daughter
of a daughter.

Who is also the daughter
of a daughter.

Some of us are mothers
but all of us are daughters,
all birthed through lines
that weave back to
that First Mother.

All connected from
the very beginning.
All connected in the now.

Great Grandmothers,
Great Great Grandmothers.
All daughters born from
One. Original. Egg.
One. Original. Woman.

So why the separation?
Why the animosity toward each other?
Why the arguing and fighting,
back-stabbing and lack of support?

The next time you see another woman,
look in her eyes and see the
Ancestral Lines – the lines of women –
that lead back to you.

Where are we going Mother?

And how will we get there Sister?

By staying connected Daughter
and allowing for difference.

For we are each one,
after all,
all Daughters
of the
One Mother.

The Daughter Line, Arlene Bailey ©2023
The Daughter of the Daughter of My Daughter,
Art by Julie Dillon

Beltane 2023.

Beltane. My favourite festival.

I don’t do a lot to celebrate the festivals now. I think since Covid I’m more cautious about the who, where, what of getting out and about. I’ve never done the Coven thing, too many rules for my liking. I’ve worked with groups, in person and online, and done many, many solitary activities to celebrate.

I’ve followed a traditional witch type of way for honouring the festivals, I’ve created my own activities, and there’s been times where I haven’t done anything. And that’s ok too.

Nowadays I just do what I feel is right for me at the time. For a long time I’ve been following my own path, not aligning myself with any tradition. I’m not anti tradition, my motto being you do you and I’ll do me.

This Beltane I’m having an easy day. There’s been way too much busy in my life lately and I need to slow down for health reasons. I’m just learning to tune in properly to what my body needs. Taking time to rest, heal, work things out.

Doing what feels right for you is the key to enjoying the festivals. Too much emphasis is put on people to do what “so called experts” do to celebrate. That’s ok if you want to do that. But if you would rather do your own thing, that’s absolutely fine too.

Celebrating festivals your own way is just as valid as following other people’s traditions.

Anyway, whatever you do today, hopefully you have fun.