In May, 2019 I will be exhibiting the entire "Masks of the Goddess" Collection, along with photos of participants, at HerChurch in San Francisco (details and announcement of opening to follow soon) as part of the closing of this 20 year project. Giving a talk and performance, as well as donating some of the masks to the Temple of the Goddess in Glastonbury, U.K. was the first part of my formal closing. I have been very privileged indeed to share this work with many people: Storytellers, Priestesses, Dancers, Actors, Communities. No artist could ask for more.
Some of the masks, over the years, have been donated, sold, or lost, so I'm having a grand time right now making new ones. This is the first new one, the Morrigan, Celtic Goddess of war, lamentation, and also justice. Celtic warriors went into battle believing that She would bear their souls to the Summerland in honor if they fought well and bravely. Her totem was the Raven. I tried to get the expression of "battle lust"........ I hope I succeeded.
This performance piece/poem I wrote in 1999...........I honestly sometimes think I "channelled" it because it came forth so fast and with such strength and passion. Goddess of Justice She is, and a very, very fierce compassion.
THE CURSE OF THE MORRIGAN
You who bring suffering to children: May you look into the sweetest, most open eyes, and howl the loss of your own innocence.
You who ridicule the poor, the grieving, the lost, the fallen, the inarticulate, the wounded children in grown-up bodies: May you look into each face, and see a mirror. May all your cleverness fall into the abyss of your speechless grief, your secret hunger, may you look into that black hole with no name, and find....the most tender touch in the darkest night, the hand that reaches out.
May you take that hand. May you walk all your circles home at last, and coming home, know where you are.
You tree-killers, you wasters: May you breathe the bitter dust, may you thirst, may you walk hungry in the wastelands, the barren places you have made. And when you cannot walk one step further, may you see at your foot a single blade of grass, green, defiantly green.
And may you be remade by its generosity.
And those who are greedy in a time of famine: May you be emptied out, may your hearts break not in half, but wide open in a thousand places, and may the waters of the world pour from each crevice, washing you clean.
Those who mistake power for love: May you know true loneliness. And when you think your loneliness will drive you mad, when you know you cannot bear it one more hour, may a line be cast to you, one shining, light woven strand of the Great Web glistening in the dark.
And may you hold on for dear life.
Those passive ones, those ones who force others to shape them, and then complain if it's not to your liking: May you find yourself in the hard place with your back against the wall. And may you rage, rage until you find your will.
And may you learn to shape yourself.
And you who delight in exploiting others, imagining that you are better than they are: May you wake up in a strange land as naked as the day you were born and thrice as raw.
May you look into the eyes of any other soul, in your radiant need and terrible vulnerability.
May you know yourSelf.
And may you be blessed by that communion.
And may you love wellThrice and thrice and thriceAnd again and again and againMay you find your face before you were born.
It has been life altering to bring several of the masks and their energies into our ceremonial space.
Thank you, Lauren for the inspiration and devotion that touch so many.
I look forward to sharing this message with others, and continuing to bring the Goddess more palpably into the world through the masks.
I would love to see this exhibit!
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