It is the season of new life - springing from the womb of the goddess Ishtar (I prefer her as Isis) and from the empty Easter tomb. and my heart is blossoming with hope for new and renewed life. I can feel the Breath of the spirit of God on the nape of my neck and the curl of my ear. And I think I hear... Speak Sovereign One, your woman-servant is listening.
What will Shavuoth, Pentecost bring? What fire?
What new/old/strange words? What new configurations of community? What resistance? What journeys? What next?