Summer’s Bare-Breasted Blessing: The Sinner’s Gratitude Prayer.
Bless me, Mother, for I have sinned. It’s been only moments since my last confession, for I fully declare — and wholeheartedly relish — these sins with every breath I take.
I repent nothing as I sit bare-breasted with you and my sisters, our bellies growling at the harvest spread before us. The table in our Summer Kitchen is layered with fruitful abundance under this waxing Blessing Moon, and my Witch’s heart is full of wild gratitude for my many sins.
Mother, let me say Grace. Let me offer the most truthful thanksgiving I know.
I will look to you, wolf-women of my blood-line, with starry eyes and open legs. Mother, let me speak of my immense and overwhelming gratitude, lest it swallow me whole in an emerald green ocean of torrential reverence. Light the candles and bow your heads with me in the purest devotion to our wild spirituality and sacred, unruined souls. Roll your tongues on your teeth, then lick your lips. For all of our sins and what we are about to receive, may we be truly thankful.
Our Mother, who art pulsing beneath our bare feet in the muddy Earth, hallowed be thy Name. From my womb to yours, thank you for my transgressions, for they have made me the woman I am today. Thank you for all of the times I succumbed to temptation and loved every minute of it. Thank you for the heat of passion, and raw, unapologetic desire. Thank you for coloring my world with the bright light of spirit and the ruby red darkness of soul.
For my wounded humanity, and my bumpy, raised scars left by ego-softening betrayals, you have my undying gratitude.
Bless my holy anger, righteous grief, and sacred ecstasy. Thank you for erotic innocence and the purity of sexual union. Thy reign will come, and thy feminine will be done, on Earth as it is in the celestial realm of the Shiva-Shakti stars, burning in sacred fusion. Thank you for both the sin of divination — that I first committed when I hid tarot cards under my pink, lacy bed — and the Great Mystery that shocks and tantalizes me every day.
Thank you for vibrant visions of graven images and cluttered altars, the smell of burning sage, the feeling of hot, lusty breath on my neck, the sound of my own heart-drum, and the taste of salty, summer sweat.
Give us this day our daily magick. May we see as much of the beauteous miracle of life-giving prana in the unsplit seed as we do in the eyes of a newborn baby. May we dig our fingers deeply in your loam and smear fertile mud on our thighs. May we shake our hips together in divine revelry, and worship whomever we goddamn please. Forgive us when we trespass against our authenticity, as we forgive others in order to liberate ourselves from the cage of stagnant rage.
Earthly Mother, gift us with both empathy and strong boundaries. We have burned our shame at the stake, and we suffer the Witch to live with every sweet inhale. Lead us into temptation with swords drawn and wild hair flying, for we will not be caged by another’s morality any longer. Deliver us from guilt, for our spirituality is ancient and nature-born.
Ours is the Queen’s realm, the power, and the glory, forever. Ours is the fierce feminine truth. We call in abundance and guiltless grace every morning, and live more fully knowing of our bodies’ fragile impermanence. We welcome life and death with every inhale and exhale. Mother, you are alive in us, as we are in you. We pray to you to honor who we are, and we thank you for holding us close to your soft bosom when we weep for your loss and hope for your return.
Under this Blessing Moon, we nourish our swelling bellies and beaming hearts. We drink the blood of the Dark Goddess, and eat the hearty bread of sacred feminine. Our holy communion is taken within a Circle cast strong by the four directions, and we wear robes of wormy dirt, grey water, and white-hot flame.
Thank you for making me of this wild Earth, and for those strong ones who hold my shaking hands while I walk through valleys ruled by my own ugly shadow. Thank you for seeing me home to myself over and over again when I get lost in the muck of false identities and others’ projected pain. Earthly Mother, thank you for sitting at this table with me — not above me, but with me.
My sisters and I sit in starving judgment of ourselves no longer, for you have offered us the most sensual, juicy medicine for our shame.
Sisters, let us sink our teeth deeply into our bounty! Let the wine run in crimson rivulets down your chin and shun your manners! This is the feast of the Blessing Moon before Summer begins to wane, and here at our table, we are grateful for our sins — they have made us who we are, and who we are is fucking perfect.
In Her name we pray, Amen.
Danielle Dulsky is a longtime activist for wild woman spirituality and the divine feminine’s return. She is the author of the soon-to-be published Woman Most Wild: Liberating the Witch Within (coming May 2017, publisher New World Library) and is on a mission to inspire women to be fearless creators of their sacred work. She holds the highest designation from Yoga Alliance as an E-RYT 500, is the founder of the fully accredited Living Mandala Yoga teacher training programs, and believes in holistic healing for the sensual, creative, and spiritual self. Her work is grounded in holding space for women to harvest their inner Priestess through personally relevant movement alchemy, intuitive artistic practice, and divine feminine spirituality. Danielle leads women circles, Witchcraft workshops, energy healing trainings, and basic (200-hour) and advanced (300-hour) Yoga teacher trainings in Phoenixville, Pennsylvania. She believes that all women alive today are meant to be instrumental in supporting positive social transformation through wild woman spirituality, reclamation of the name Witch, and the magick of sisterhood. You could contact her via email.