Green Man

As a woman with a deep and profound connection to the Divine Feminine, I tend to center my spiritual thought through and around 'The Mother of all things, whose love is poured out upon the Earth', to paraphrase Doreen Valiente. But lately my focus has been turned toward the masculine spirit of nature, the Horned God, the Keeper of the Wild Wood. I've been feeling this male energy a lot in the past couple of weeks, as the air has turned cooler and the unmistakeably glorious signs of Autumn sleep, death and decay begin to manifest.

I don't remember ever seeing so much wildlife in my local area as I have in the past couple of months. Deer are everywhere. Rabbits, lots of squirrels, red-tailed foxes, huge box turtles, tiny green frogs with sticky feet, and small lizards with bright blue tail; hawks swooping and diving above the treetops. These creatures are reminders to me of our real and mythical connection to the noble primordiality of our spiritual selves.

I read today in the Washington Post, with dismay and alarm, that one quarter of the world's mammals are at risk of extinction. One quarter.

It seems to me that when we lose connection with our Earth's animals, we lose connection with the profound cycle of life-fertility-death that sits at the root of our existence as children of the Divine.


Green Man, Cadney Church, Lincolnshire