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Memoir of the Oak-Lover’s Dedicant: An Unwashed Beltane Confession of the Green Erotic

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The silver tongue of that thinning moon was licking me in just the right places, and I crept from my bed like a lust-drunk and lonely wolf leaving the solace of her too-familiar and colorless den. My favor was for the wild and strange, you see. My hackles were raised in the name of beastly pleasure and creaturely delight. The Beltane fever was upon me, and I remembered what it meant to crawl close to the earth, to seduce the pale green blades to rise and penetrate the soft wet of ground, destined to wail with ecstasy when the first beam of dawn strikes them. I remembered the blush of the stretching petals and the virility of the thorns.

 

Can you hear them, those hungry unfurling ferns and hot pink aching buds? Theirs is such primal poetry, such hedonistic hymns. This is the night of the midspring huntress, and I’ve set my ear to those slow-thrusting songs of breath and body, of groaning branch and thirsty root.

 

Just at the witching hour, I’ll press the bones of my bare back hard into bark and fall into that mad sort of short-lived love with a knotty, naughty oak. She’ll heave with the wanting of my exhale, and I’ll hiss long and deep into her shameless veins. On and on it will go. I’ll breathe and get breathed, slow like the lapping of the calmest waves on forgiving sand then with all the surging erotic fury of a summer storm.

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Just before that arrogant sun rises, all will go lightning-bright, and that boiling blood of mine will turn to lava. My ancient lover will swallow me whole, and I’ll become the holy, howling pulse of heathen memory.

 

Here, I am bride to the forbidden, and my feeling flesh is a pagan altar to the oldest devotion, to that long-forgotten love between the human animal and these green, gruff gods. I am wordless prayer. I am whole-soul reverence, and I belong to these wilds. I am a living, wide-hipped, wet-lipped incantation. I am a breast-to-bark sculpture with a slow-searching and adventurous tongue. I am unsweetened, raw, sharp-clawed demand, then I am the billowed and precious sugar of surrender. I dream. I am dreamt. I dream. I am dreamt. I die into a dark and dancing sea of perpetual, primordial yearning, and all is alive within me. I am alive in all.

 

I am a sweat-beaded skin-drum thundering a ceaseless song. I am a willing offering to these hallowed grounds, to my beloved dead, and to her, my ancient enchantress, my twig-handed lord. I’ll sleep satiated on her moss, my ribs caressed toward a dreamscape at long last by her thin-limbed shadows, and I’ll wake just in time to see the evening bale fires burn.

 

 

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Danielle is a heathen visionary, Aquarian mischief-maker, and word-witch. The author of Woman Most Wild and The Holy Wild., she teaches internationally and has facilitated circles, embodiment trainings, communal spell-work, and seasonal rituals since 2007. She is the founder of The Hag School, the lead teacher for the Flame-Tender Teacher Training, and believes in the emerging power of wild collectives and sudden circles of curious dreamers, cunning witches, and rebellious artists in healing our ailing world. As an Irish-American, Danielle’s witchcraft is deeply rooted in Celtic philosophy and Irish mythology. She believes fervently in the role of ancestral healing, embodiment, and animism in fracturing the longstanding systems supporting white-body supremacy and environmental unconsciousness, is committed to centering the voices and teachings of POC and LGBTQIA+ folks in her work as founder of Living Mandala, LLC and The Hag School and supports organizations and initiatives that do the same. Parent to two beloved wildlings and partner to a potter, Danielle fills her world with nature, family, and intentional awe. Find her praying under pine trees, wandering through the haunted places, and whispering to her grandmothers’ ghosts.
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Danielle is a heathen visionary, Aquarian mischief-maker, and word-witch. The author of Woman Most Wild and The Holy Wild., she teaches internationally and has facilitated circles, embodiment trainings, communal spell-work, and seasonal rituals since 2007. She is the founder of The Hag School, the lead teacher for the Flame-Tender Teacher Training, and believes in the emerging power of wild collectives and sudden circles of curious dreamers, cunning witches, and rebellious artists in healing our ailing world. As an Irish-American, Danielle’s witchcraft is deeply rooted in Celtic philosophy and Irish mythology. She believes fervently in the role of ancestral healing, embodiment, and animism in fracturing the longstanding systems supporting white-body supremacy and environmental unconsciousness, is committed to centering the voices and teachings of POC and LGBTQIA+ folks in her work as founder of Living Mandala, LLC and The Hag School and supports organizations and initiatives that do the same. Parent to two beloved wildlings and partner to a potter, Danielle fills her world with nature, family, and intentional awe. Find her praying under pine trees, wandering through the haunted places, and whispering to her grandmothers’ ghosts.

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