First full moon ceremony of Spring 2014

Heather de Sa

Heather de Sa

Enchanted April


La Nebbia Winery greets us with open arms—as dusk falls softly—under boughs of purple wisteria—reminding me of that line in Enchanted April: “To those who appreciate wisteria and sunshine”—We are here! Immense gift of ripe spring night. Our surroundings kiss us and we blush. Soft lush hills unfold in green waves—testament to the blessed recent rain. Fecund scent of earth fit to burst. Rambling roses pink and giddy. Somehow without having asked or feeling deserving I’ve arrived in a place so beautiful my body aches, breaks open—pastoral hush, sentimental rush

Sweet Leah places feathers in our hair—mine is blue with a tinge of yellow—sky with a streak of sun

I wonder who will take the largest electric blue feather—


We stand in a circle incanting our spirit ancestors.

With conch call and sacred words we bless each corner of the earth—north, east, south, west

We smudge and bless each other with fresh sage—I feel aura cleansed my every corpuscle smokes and releases up to the heavens

Lisa is an April baby—we circle round her, sing “Sha la ma, Sha la ma beta”—offer our blessings for her birth path—She gives us each a sea green rock—to cleanse and keep media at bay—giggling, we put the rocks in our bras, heart-close—to take out later by moonlight

Weave Dance

Holding hands, we make ourselves into two circles and knot ourselves up— “like a bridge over troubled waters”—winding serpentine and then unknotting—loosening—resurging into clean round whole

Our energy pours and merges; tumbles and surges—we are one knot; we are not other

Music plays gently on air—our bodies are songs without words




Circle time

Cool spring evening— the fire holds our warmth—around her core we sway


Tammy teaches us, graceful and sure

Spring is here and with it comes a sense of urgency—gone are the dreamy dormant days of wintering. Now is the time for action, for manifesting ethereal—Can you feel it—dream seeds sprout real.

Our goddess this spring eve is Maat—Egyptian goddess of fairness—who, upon death

weighs our hearts against a feather, and if the feather is lighter we must

rebirth and try again to live Light

“Hold a feather in your left palm and your heart in your right—

Now weigh which is heavier”

Sage Tammy reminds us—

“Spit happens”—everyone has her share of troubled waters—but it is criminal to go through this life with a heavy heart—So you keep moving through, bending on—continuing to create

Recipe for a Light Heart

Cleanse—release past anger and wounds

Be grateful—this lightens your load

Laugh—hard to hold a heavy heart while laughing

We practice her preach—


Purge pain on paper then

Throw our regret into the fire and watch it burn



Look our moon sisters in eyes and tell of what beauty we find in the looking

This giving and receiving is only of women born

“Was it hard to receive your praise?”

Consecrate gratitude on paper— place this close to breast


Tell jokes (even though most of us admit to being terrible joke tellers)—two of us share the first jokes we ever heard—jokes from childhood, recalled—several of us share past moments of embarrassment; now able to relish our own foibles


How did I arrive here?

I am immensely blessed— not since college have I felt able to open within a group –bare souled—naked I-ed—without fear of judgment—cradled in love, light—encircled by creative-force women

We are a palimpsest of generations and stories

A patchwork godly vibrant and ever-flowing


“Earth my Body ~ Water my Blood ~ Air my Breath ~ and Fire my Spirit”

The sound stops, but I keep moving

“The temple bell stops, but the sound keeps coming out of the flowers”


The Moon hides from us as we wane—but her glowing can be seen over the tips of hills

By the time I reach seaside/home,

She is full—“bald and wild”—sitting in the crook of cypress—watching over my inspired newborn


Heather de Sa

4: XVI: 2014

Heather, Thank you for your wonderful writing, you are a true poet.


In keeping with this season of action and movement, we Moon Mothers have a lot of offerings in the next few weeks.  Hope you can join us.


Sunday             April 27th 5pm New Moon Ceremony.

Tuesday            April 29th 6:45pm Yes, you can speak class

Wednesday       May 7th 6:45pm Yes, you can speak class

Friday              May 16th 6:30pm SoulCollage®

Saturday          May 17th 10:30am SoulCollage®

Sunday            May 18th 1:30pm SoulCollage®

Sunday            May 24th Noon Drum Circle

Friday              June 6th 6pm Embodiment Art

Details Below.


New Moon Ceremony

Sunday, April 27th, 5pm at Dina’s house.

Honoring  The Sky Goddess Nut


Please Join us for Stories, Poems, & Ceremony
Bring your journals, Dress Warm, Blanket (we will be outside)
Dina Ayala, CMT 650-557-0544

912 Anza Drive Pacifica
Please RSVP to Dina
650 557-0544

Donations Appreciated ($10-$30 )


Yes, you can speak! Free Intro class FREE INTRO APRIL MAY 2014





Discover your wisdom, change your world.

An intuitive collage process for self discovery and community

To keep these circles intimate I am offering three different days. You may attend one or all three. The SoulCollage gatherings are open to all women who want to create SoulCollage cards. Beginners are welcome, no experience necessary. Advanced collagers bring your deck and create more. Supplies will be provided, although you are welcome to bring any images that speak to you. Suggested token of appreciation 20 to 50 dollars per gathering.

Friday      evening       May 16th 6:30pm to 9pm

Saturday   morning      May 17th 10:30am to 1pm

Sunday    afternoon    May 18th 1:30pm to 4pm

731 Main St. Half Moon Bay  Coastside Photography Studio

 Please RSVP Tammy Trejo 650-303-5515  or email


Sunday Drum Circle

This is a small group of kind women (beginning drummers) we meet once a month to drum for souls sake.

Sunday May 24th Noon lunch (potluck) 1pm to 3pm drumming.

Please RSVP Annette Ward (650) 355-9134



 The Art of Being in the Body

mm blog“One of the most radical things women can do is to love their body.”

Eve Ensler


Are you feeling bold? You are invited to embark on a heroine’s journey like never before, and explore, experience and express your whole and true Self. This workshop is designed to guide participants through the process of creating a life-sized Body Being Painting of their authentic, divine, mythical, natural selves. Who are you really?


Friday, June 6th at 6pm through Saturday, June 7th at 8 pm.

Cost: $225.

Where: Naui – Island of Now Studio & Getaway in Sebastopol



Register before May 15th. To reserve a spot, please mail a check to:


Amy Sullivan

7934 Juanita Ct.

Sebastopol, CA 94044

Questions? Please call Amy at 650-455-2145 (cell)


Amy Sullivan, MFT, is an artist, therapist and healing guide. She has 20+ years of experience helping people realize their true natures through art, mindfulness and deep healing work.

Suzanne DeVeuve, has been an artist for 30 years. Her art represents her inner journey of self-discovery and the mystical divine. It embraces the wisdom of nature, and indigenous teachings, opening us to other dimensions and realities.



Hope to see you at some of our offerings.


Tammy Trejo





Crone Initiation

Chris Garrett


What a scrumptious evening. Perfect place, perfect weather, perfect program, and, of course, perfect women.

Let’s review the Mmmm’s.

Maidens – our precious young women who bring such spark and energy and offer such exquisite hope and promise for our future.

Maids – thank you so very much, some of our maidens doubled as maids — gladly offering service during the evening. Thank you especially to Meredith and Leah for your maidly contributions.

Mothers – how fortunate are the actual – biological or chosen – children who have the great good fortune to call these women among us, “Mother”. Some are relatively new on the job … some are well into it … some are seasoned … some are skilled … some not so much … some may be ready to move on. But all will continue to be mothers forever – there is no statute of limitations on this exquisite and exclusively feminine role. Some mothers are fortunate to witness the lives of their offspring and the offspring of their offspring. Some, sadly, outlive their children. But they are all mothers to their deaths.

Some of us have not mothered in the flesh, but have been and continue to be the mothers of creation, art, work, and relationships. We are honored and acknowledged for giving birth in our own unique ways.

Midwives – We were introduced to or reminded this evening of the concept of our role as midwives. We are ready to catch girls and women as they birth themselves into new paths and adventures. We are ready to grab girls and women who are at risk of falling off their right paths. We are the midwives of future maidens, mothers, and crones – both other crones and ourselves.

Of course! This is our responsibility! Perch at the site of delivery and guide the new feminine creature into her new role. Be there to catch the baby maiden. Wrap her into our arms and help to wipe her clean. Smack her on the back if she needs our loving power to get her going. Midwife the maidens – all of them – yours, mine, and ours. Midwife the mothers – what do you think? They can learn how to mother all on their own?!? Come on now! Are you kidding?!?

GrandMothers – let’s keep grannies in the Mmmms. How delicious to have so many GRANDmothers among us! And how wonderful that so many of the Grandmothers are also Crones!

And now the BIG “C” – the Crones! Sorry Mmms … our turn! We welcomed two new Crones on this exquisite evening. We gathered and started our evening with our usual beloved ritual – crone201303joining in a circle and invoking the four directions, the sky, the ground, and our own beings. We called our grandmothers, mothers, sisters, children, grandchildren, and friends into the circle. We smudged each other with sage. Being justly joined and purified, we moved to the Crone Ceremony. Our Priestess, Tammy Trejo, blessed us with wisdom about the Crone Journey and prepared us for the Crone Ritual.

We started by walking the path. The maidens walked one cycle … the mothers and seasoned crones two … the about to be initiated crones three. As Chris and Annette neared their destination, they walked through a blessed archway, receiving breath, touch, and loving expressions from the women forming the tunnel.Crone Ceremony Moon Mothers of Half Moon Bay 028 Annette and Chris walked through earth, fire, and water and found their thrones awaiting their arrival.

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Poised in the midst of flowers, candles, a waterfall, and a clear star-filled sky, Chris and Annette were initiated into Cronedom. Both were crowned and thus transformed from Mothers to Crones.

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One by one, each Maiden, Mother, and Crone in attendance approached and made offerings of gifts … tangible, symbolic, and creative. Shells, plants, feathers, fruit, autumn leaves. Poems, readings, and songs. Treasures that may not have as much meaning to others, but perfect for goddesses and moon mothers. Treasures to add to our altars and to display as artifacts of our Mother to Crone destination.

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Annette took on the Crone Goddess name of Sapphire Filly … an homage to her love for the color blue, her birth stone, and her love for horses. Chris took on the name Chrisinanna .. an homage to the Goddess Inanna and also claimed the title of Priestess of Play.

Then Sapphire Filly and Chrisinanna reciprocated by offering their gifts of appreciation. Each expressed their words of wisdom and thanks and bestowed gifts upon the gathered women, who delighted in receiving delicious chocolates, feminist buttons, and toys!

With the Crone ceremony complete and the casting of our circle, we moved to the comfort of our hostess’ retreat and relaxed together with food and drink. Too soon, the evening ended and we returned to our worldly lives … inspired anew and aware of our individual and collective divine feminine power.

Until next October … blessed be.

By Chris Garrett

Chris Garrett

Chris Garrett personal story

I Am Goddess and I Am Crone

You might know about herchurch – the Purple Church on Portola Drive in San Francisco. I have become a dedicated member within the past several months and am as much in love with herchurch as I am with Moon Mothers of Half Moon Bay. I have a North and South destination for my experience of the divine feminine – both amazing.

One of my first transformational experiences with herchurch was the annual Women’s Retreat. Twenty-one of us gathered in the Marin Headlands for an amazing weekend. Perhaps the most powerful ritual was as follows …

At the beginning of each morning, afternoon, and evening, our leader, Pastor Stacy Boorn, led us in an opening ritual. We were instructed to move throughout the room and connect with every other woman. We were instructed hold our left hands over our hearts, place right palm to right palm, peer into each other’s eyes, and to say, “I am (name), and I am Goddess.” So twenty times, up to three times per day, I placed my palm against the palm of another woman and said, “I am Chris, and I am Goddess.” Palm to palm, I heard twenty other women say their names and the words, “I am Goddess.”

It took many reiterations of “I am Goddess” for me to 1) get beyond the awkwardness of this claim, 2) move beyond the embarrassment of making such a claim, 3) try this identity on for size, 4) ponder that it might be possible, 5) choose it, 6) claim it, and 7) believe it!

Now I believe it … I know it …


And now I am CRONE!

We didn’t really mark rites of passage in my family … not sure why. We approached one particular greeting card category in the pharmacy … Forgot Your Birthday … if we thought to send a birthday card at all. Marriages were just another get-together opportunity for drinking and eating. Likewise with funerals … no fuss no muss … cremate the body and then have a party some months later … another opportunity for drinking and eating.

So big surprise! I became a fat alcoholic. Seriously … almost 400 pounds and a bottle of Chardonnay a day. And gallons of Dewer’s Scotch. I spent some of my Maiden and most of my Mother years lost in ethanol and adipose tissue.

NOW I look at how beautiful I am and rejoice in the potential and possibilities for the rest of my life as a healthy, svelte, and sober CRONE!

I am so moved … so “whelmed-over” as one of my dearest Crone mentors says. It is as if all my birthdays and other rites of passage have been wrapped up and gifted to me in one big package. Within that package were all the thoughtful and beautiful gifts from the Moon Mothers … shells and songs and flowers and driftwood and poems and candles and more. For once in my life I was ready to receive … not only the tangible gifts but also the blessings … the messages of welcome from Crones … the messages of honor from the Mothers … the messages of respect from the Maids.

I can feel to the core of my being the new role I have accepted. I am ready to be a mentor … a midwife … a guide … a teacher for other women who follow their own paths. I am ready to give up ambition and move to generation … I don’t need a promotion or a higher title … I am delighted to share my accumulated wisdom and knowledge … that is enough. I can slow down … I can relax … I can sit in my rocking chair and just rock. And doze. And chill.