GRATITUDE AND GODDESS by Rhea Ruth Aitken

I am feeling awash with gratitude for the constant love, companionship and motivation that Mother Goddess so graciously gives. Even the days when nothing seems worth striving for, she gently reminds me I have so much to be grateful for, have so many blessings, and a heart full of the knowing she will always lead me to my rightful place however winding the road may be.

Gratitude for Goddess

Rhea Ruth Aitken

Gratitude seeps ever from my soul

Wells and springs forth from within me

Erupts in tears, smiles and ecstatic screams

With a pounding heart and a soft touch

With the falling or budding of a leaf

And the crunch or melt of the snow

Seasons of sun beating on my face

And the wind whispering

Things I need to know.

There are not enough words

Not enough books, or poets

Or quotes from lyricists’ tongues

Or sighs from my soul to capture

My love of the Goddess

And my gratitude for her glorious gifts.

The way she touches my deepest places

Soothes my most hidden fears

And pulls me oft times harshly

From the darkest of times.

How she lights the eternal flame

Of wisdom and fiery wilfulness

And seeds determination

Within my sometimes

Depleted and dampened heart.

How she has showed me

The utter and unending beauty

Of sisterhood and feminine divinity

Of how the unseen spaces of the Mother womb

Has the power of alchemy and magic

To manifest dreams and wrap a blanket

Of well-being around me.

How she has taught me to rise strong

To shine in the face of those

that have no belief in me or her.

How she has seen me through being

Maiden, Mother and now Crone

All stages of my womanly journey

Experiencing dark and light, joy and sorrow

But always with the magnificent prize

That ageing with the Goddess brings.

When I talk of her, pray to her

Sing to her and drum her heartbeat to my own

I embrace her into me with every breath

Feel her and know her

In my earthly world

And the mystical worlds I carry within me.

She is the ever-present Grand Mother

Forever loving, forever protective

She is in all and everything

The greatest love I will behold

And now with the wisdom that is my reward

I seek no longer for any other

For none can compare

To the sacred flame she has kindled in my heart

And for which gratitude seems such a tiny word.

Rhea Ruth Aitken walks her spiritual path as a Creatress, Communicator of Spirits, Daughter of the Goddess and Writer of Poetry, Stories and Songs. Spirituality and creativity are ever present passions in her life journey. As a channel for Spirit, she naturally uses writing as a spiritual practice. A focus for healing, expression and creativity, it nurtures mindfulness of divine womanhood, knowing and communing with the authentic truth of the soul. Passionate about all the above, this wonderful earth, good books, art, coffee, the moon and magic, website, or Facebook.

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