awaken the voice….a poem

Awaken The Voice

song stick an sun


The lone wolf standing,

calling to the moon,

offering her howl to the heavens,

she knows what it means to offer her voice,

into the void for all who wish to hear.


Awakening the precious undertones of nature

 as cells drink in the night felt dewy sensations of fear,

mixed with undoubtedly sure-footed primal instinct

 of feet on the ground,

 furred body and mouth of saliva,

 calling to that ‘she moon’ that looks down

on our own territory of flesh and bone.


She who does not leave us,

will always mother us

and allow those fluid waters and rich blood

to flow through our bodies.

The feminine being and her own fire,

will she decide to no longer be that same lone-wolf?


And will she now take courage to pull her clan around her,

 to find new ways of communication,

 new ways to offer her medicine,

will she let go of that rivaled and unconscious competition or envy?

No longer a threat to her carefully nurtured and blended medicine,

mixed in her own cauldron,

so carefully steeped with her own wisdom.

So her howl becomes the howl of many others

and the wisdom becomes the wisdom of all our hearts

 and the cauldron expands and spills

 into the medicine bags of all those who will dare to carry them,

as the medicines power pulls us closer to the earth

and the mothers voice reaches in

and joins those forces together.

Blending her own mix of careful ingredients

that only she knows the recipe for.


And together we come,

knowing it is right and timely to do so.

To share what is dear to us,

to share our own fire,

our own creative juice.


Where do we come from?

 It does not matter,

we have been called into a web that is woven

with magic and sensuality,

woven with blessings of the wider web of mystery

and belonging.

Woven with the threads of many dreams

and dreamt into being.


We become that one web,

we become that one fire,

we become that one juicy bowl of medicine

filled with the ripeness of all we are.

And the fire grows and sparkles and

sends its light amongst many other dancers

and medicine ways.

A new model and map for conforming

old stereotypical patterns that no longer

serve us,

no longer fit in today’s hunt for the resurgence of the feminine,

the awakening of the mother and the wisdom

of ages that was put aside.

Hidden in the depths of our bellies,

 forced to shut up,

sit down,

hide our face,

our medicine,

our power,

our voice!


Let us dance and sing together,

let us pray and stomp our feet together,

let us speak out and share our stories together.


Let us sit in the quiet silence together

as witness to the fire

 and all it is illuminating,

 so that its dance is no longer

one of unconscious competition and anger

of the masculine matrix of domination.


Let us sit in a circle together.


SHE has a Voice  © MyVoice Publishing

Hear it spoken….





About Caroline Carey

Caroline, born in 1960, grew up with a love for the wild, for nature, for animals and to dance. She wrote poetry and stories, created theater and explored the art of ritual of which she always held a fascination for. Not being of the academic type and being passionate about mystery, immagination and myth, she chose to spend her time alone with her many animals and the passion she had for ecstatic dance whether indoors or in nature. Her imagination was as wild as her life-style and by adapting the religious education insisted on by her family, she was able to recognise her own innate connection to Spirit and the spirit guides she became strongly connected to. Mothering her six, (now adult) children, Caroline has learnt the art of play, creativity, story telling and the deep surrender and unconditional love that motherhood bestows upon us.
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