June's Entrance

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song birds 
outside my window

frogs serenading
at dusk

the warm sun
kissing my skin

steel grey cat bird
perched upon
the white picket fence

wild hare
delivering other-worldly messages
from my beloved Mother

salty air
from the cove
enlivening my breath

early promise
of their burst of blue
to come

great horned owl 
hoo-hooing from deep
in the forest

peonies and irises
dancing with wild abandon
in the garden

june is here;
parading her full,

sacred thread musing & image © heather rhodes
image: peony in my garden yesterday


Risk Kindness

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risk kindness
at every turn…

this quiet necessity,
this simple response;

seeded inside us 
long before we landed
upon this moist, green earth,
under a shimmering canopy of stars...

in every circumstance;

let the warm honey of compassion
be your guide;

the beloved beholding 
the beloved...

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
image: peony in my garden yesterday 


Aspects in Practice

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Exploring and giving voice to a few of the aspects of the divine feminine that have been very active in my field of practice:

: :

I am the Feminine Portal of Cosmic Listening

I am loyal to that from which all form flows. I am the sound emanating from the cradle of life, the song of the original blueprint; reminding you of your place in the cosmic plan, aligning you with your dharmic thread.  

I am a relentless whisperer of truth in your ear.

I am the eternal nudge toward your own heart’s longing.

: : 

I am the Feminine Portal of Ephemerality & Fluidity 

I am the mystery of life and death and the rushing, nuance-layered waters of the river in between.

I am the beauty of the changing forms; the alchemy of the formless into form and back into formlessness.  

I am the matrix of transition, the doula at the portals of the alpha & the omega.

I baptize you in the holy waters of transiency.

I am both the sting and the comfort of impermanence.

In me you are home; wherever you find yourself on the arc of creation.

I am relentless in my appeal for your humble heart and deep surrender…

: : 

I am the Feminine Portal of Sorrow & Loss

I am the tender yearning and fortitude to enter the palace of grief, to navigate the depths of its chambers, and the willingness to wear the cloak of loss.

I am the courage to dive deep for the key that sits in the heart of sorrow; the key that sets the bird of your heart free to soar once again…

I insist on becoming your beloved companion.

I am permission to take your time on this holy ground in this fertile darkness.

: : 

I am the Feminine Portal of Discernment & Synthesis

I am the intelligence of connectedness ~ in the unseen realms, the framework for the seen world. 

I bow to the sacred architecture, to the flawless joining of this to that.

I sort the essential from the unessential; creating space for clear vision and inspired action to birth itself…

I initiate you in the sheer awe of the plan.

: : 

I am the Feminine Portal of Compassion & Forgiveness

I am the softness that invites you in, no matter what is happening. I am the ability to rest in the heart in the quiet center; of the paradox, in the tension of opposites; in seemingly colliding energies…

I am the invitation to embrace, kiss and relinquish the wounds that hinder your ability to be present in the cathedral of your heart.

: : 

I am the Feminine Portal of Not Diminishing My Light

I am the celebration of the raw beauty of the child who fell from the stars streaming her creativity from the center of her heart. I am the gentle peace and relaxation that comes from your authentic expression in all ways.

I call you out of hiding, I dissipate the fog of doubt.

I am the knowingness that you are eternally, perpetually in your seat, wherein there is no need to withhold the divine fruits of your communion, no matter what.

: : 

I am the Feminine Portal of The Phases of Womanhood

I hold deep honor and reverence for your girl-child, your maiden, your mother, your elderwoman. Although you now chronologically reside and have been crowned as elderwoman, I celebrate all aspects of your womanhood, and keep them each alive and well nourished.

I ask you to take your seat in the sacred tapestry of the feminine; to delve with abandon into the initiation you find yourself in; to practice for the ancient circle of women who have come before you, and the future lineage of women to come.

I am the totality of womanhood; they all live in harmony within me, within you...

: : 

written during maya sadhana immersion
sacred thread words & image © heather rhodes at studio petronella
model: jane


Communion with Maya

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following the 
luminous thread

through the dark,

into the heart of you…

no words spoken.

energetic field;

the sound
that has no sound,

the space 
that knows no edges;

primordial mother.

indigenous home.


lover of

the decrepit
and the shiny

the confusion
and the clarity

the hesitation
and the rush…

resting inside
this vista,
this merging,
this alchemy

of you;
as me,

as you...

as easy
as my breath;


my thirst
in the fountain
of you...

jai maha maya ma.

may I carry
the fruits 
of our communion

in deeper





written during maya sadhana • maya devi yoga
sacred thread words & image © heather rhodes at studio petronella

Refuge in Dhumavati

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in the chamber of my heart
with Dhumavati... 

sans resistance;

a long river;
a plethora of offerings
from the marrow of my bones…

her eyes are the gateway 
to her benevolent heart;

and mine meet hers,
and hold her gaze
without hesitation,
without regret...

gentle tears.

no words.

beloved dark mother.

she drinks in each relinquishment,
every dark orphan;

so completely,
so lovingly;
like babes to her breast...

the fire behind her
blazes higher
with her every reception...

holy space.

I remember her.
as me.
as us.

something breaks 
wide open
inside me;

like I’ve never seen 
the nighttime sky,

or the depth 
of the forest,

or the purpose
in the weaving 
of our strands...

so quiet.

such deep peace.

such sublime comfort.

staying here
in her loving embrace;

in this dark beauty
where everything

written during may sadhana
sacred thread words & image © heather rhodes at studio petronella
model: ofelia at diana's pool

Beloved Bhuveneswari

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beloved MahaMaya
beloved Bhuvaneswari

your utter vastness
is a honeyed balm 
of comfort…

tasting upon my tongue
your infinite form and formlessness,
your inherent, generous inclusion; 

every cell
every breath
every shimmering, etheric strand;

is infused
with the flavor of you…

clenched fist
gentle breeze
stranger’s smile
blackened night
verdant sprout
blazing fire
tender bee
feathered wing 
first breath
aching bones
fragile shell
storm clouds
moist moss
fetid decay
gentle mountain
quiet mouse
belly laughter
ocean depths
precious child
broken promises
hidden treasure
mighty lion
fretful worrier
warm lap
last breath
tenacious weed
excruciating longing
somatic union
vulnerable heart
shooting star
gushing fountain

you are the breath inside the all in all,
the great cosmic dancer;

the matrix of 
wonder inside chaos,
limitless possibility,
disintegrating boundaries…

fleetingly merging
with the edges your immensity,
diminutive delicacy,
holistic beauty,
mesmerizing mystery;

sensing you breathing me,
weaving me 
into the fabric 
of the consciousness 
of evolution;

in breath
out breath
one breath...

written during maya sadhana
sacred thread words & image © heather rhodes at studio petronella
image: napatree sky


Waiting for the Pink Moon

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even before I see you;

I sense your pale, rose edges
pulling me closer…

my heart space expands
just speaking your name:

p i n k m o o n . . . 

you brush against my skin
like a waterfall of silken petals,

your vibration 
re-tunes me,
attunes me;

to the tone of
my original blueprint…

tonight I shall dance
with you;

in the glow of your
tender, pink light,

deep in your embrace,

listening to your
sweet whispers 
in my receptive ear…

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
model: elena

The Tender Void

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let the space of the in-between
have its way with you…

surrender to the holiness
of the undefined;

the liminal portal
of cosmic intelligence…

place a flower 
on the altar 
of the womb 
of what is now becoming…

the more we relinquish the reins,
yielding to 
the tender void;
the honey of the pause;

the more clearly 
we will hear the call
to resume riding 
the wild horse of action
when the time is ripe…

such a practice; 
attuning to the primordial cycles:

ebb and flow,
stillness and movement,
praying and dancing, 
gestation and birth;

the rhythm of spanda...

honoring the space 
of not-knowing,

an ear to the ground, 
listening to the whispers 
in the numinous quiet...

let’s get deliciously lost
in this slack tide;

trusting that we 
ride on the breath
inside the very heart 
of the universe… 

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes at studio petronella
all rights reserved
model: makenzy

Wings of Grace

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when I am quiet enough
I can hear the wings of grace…

in soft hues,
and silken textures;

appearing when
I least expect her…

tenderly whispering 
in my ear,

placing her hand
upon my heart;

birthing me anew 
from her gentle vastness…

her wings are feathered
with mirrors 
of divine imperfection...

coming closer,
into the dance
of life;

brushing the edges,
and returning to the center;

how easily we find our way
to the altar

and again
and again...

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
image: self portrait, hands


A note to My Sister

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my sweet sister...

there can be no words
to describe your place
in my heart;

such an inexplicable, indelible treasure...

let us remember the rushing brooks,
the sun dancing on the weeping willow,
the cold winter air permeating the horses' manes at gallop,
the katydids serenading us in the hot summer evenings,
the lightning bugs in glass jars,
the red poppies swaying in the garden breeze,
the fragrant scent of saddle soap and fresh-cut hay,
the sublime tenderness at the center of the impasse;

let this be the beauty that dwells in your heart,
let this be the elixir that permeates your cells,
let this be the medicine that heals...

a note to my sister, february 1, 2019
image: self, hands in prayer
sacred thread words & image: © heather rhodes & studio petronella

Inner Compass

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deep in the slipstream
of liminal space…

trusting the 
supreme navigator;

the sacred intelligence
of not-knowing,

the somatic wisdom
that dwells in the marrow 
of my bones…

we are mere visitors
traveling through;

may we be gracious guests;

the language 
that is without words,

coming to know
the song that rests silently
in the chamber of our hearts; 

embracing the edges
of the unfathomable

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes 
image: self portrait with feather

Oh Holy Night

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gazing out
from the nest 
of darkness…

such a holy hum
on this night

when light and dark
become lovers…

I feel the kiss
before their mouths touch;

electric anticipation;

the magnitude
of their communion;

birthing a brand new world
with every turn of the wheel…

the rustling skirts of my gown
glowing with starlight,
the tender moon
tucked inside my pocket;

whirling across 
the dance floor,

into the arms 
of the 

oh, how I love
to turn toward the light;
(and back to the dark again)

like a selkie 
reclaiming her skin,
slipping into 
moonlit waters…

drinking in this 
liquid marriage
of heaven
and earth;

when everything 
feels held 
so close, 

on this

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
winter solstice 2018
model: makenzy

Never Ending Thread

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holding the ground
of my golden thread
in the great weaving;

staying true to 
how it all lands in me…

tender bones,
soft flesh,
feet upon the earth,

breath of stardust
illuminating the inner map
of my origins…

how is it,
that I always come home
to you…?

blessed darkness
blessed light;

radiant sun
glowing moon;

the alchemy
of heaven and earth…

the aching ecstasy
of relaxing into

what has been
what is
what will be;
as this vibrant moment in time;

fully embracing
the intimacy
of the revelation at hand;

this never-ending thread;
the one line
formed by the many...

I make no apologies;

my home is in the stars, 
yet, I am inextricably intertwined 
with the story of earth;

I walk between worlds,
fully grounded in my
celestial lineage… 

and tonight, as I stand 
upon this vast, living tundra,

my arms 
and heart
open to the exquisite mystery;

the winds of eternity
lift the soft skirts of my dress;

revealing the sacred skin
of my beloved humanness…

sacred thread words & image © heather rhodes
living goddess sadhana, day 9
image: self portrait: my hands, my mother & father, the light from which I came

Reclamation of Holy

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I’m unlocking the doors & windows of my inner cathedral,
I'm flinging them wide open;

I’m letting the birds fly in 
and out…

I’m mending the split between spirit and matter;
with a needle of mother love and a thread of humility;

I’m humming a hymn of reparation as I stitch…

I’m letting the moist earth push up in through the cracks in the floor;
inhaling the rich, fertile aroma into every cell of my being…

I’m inviting the wild forest to come inside;
the trees piercing the ceiling
as they grow skyward;

welcoming the owl and the moose
the coyote and the fox...

I'm letting the grass grow tall,
and braiding it into a verdant, splendiferous day bed...

I’m scattering seeds of innocence, remembrance, and indigenous connection through the aisles…

I’m letting the healing rain cascade through the holes in the ceiling;  
quenching the thirst of the sprouts and the parched hearts below…

I’m inviting the homeless, the lost and the forlorn 
to take refuge 
and give the sermon…

I’m inviting the deer and antelope to rest in the pews,
the gentle mourning dove to roost in the rafters,
the wild hare to make a nest for her babes upon the altar…

I’m invoking a prayer in every language;
one that encourages 
walking barefoot in streams,
listening to the wind,
wearing a crown of kindness…

I’m inviting my ancestors to light the candles in the spiring arches;
illuminating the darkness,
imbuing us with their wisdom and fortitude…

I’m inviting the ocean to fill the holy basins to overflowing;
the fish roaming the interiors of this living temple 
with salty, wild abandon…

I am sending off paper boats filled with regrets, apologies, and visions of a healing world into the star-strewn night…

I’m laying out a banquet table; where all are invited to feast 
and belonging…

And all the while, in the alcoves of this sanctuary,
the bees are buzzing in their golden, honeyed hives;
making a most delicious offering 
of their exquisite, sacred nectar;

may this honey
into each 
and every heart...

[reclamation of holy]
model: katharine
sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
at studiopetronella.com


Answering the Call

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never underestimate 
the impact of your presence
on this holy ride;

seen or unseen:

the sheer beauty of
how the call lands in you…

every word
every gesture
every drop
every ripple;

each necessary ingredient,
as we collectively
make the medicine…

some will roar
some will pray

some will dance
some will drum

some will have quiet revelations
some will awaken with a thunder in their throats…

beauty makers
soul shakers

humble healers
grateful weavers

bone rattlers
honey drippers

everyday poets
deep divers

shape shifters
fire tenders

way showers
seed sowers

risk takers
thirst quenchers

trail blazers
spunky shamans

grief walkers
wisdom squawkers

joy revelers
midnight oilers

death doulas
patient midwives

fearless mothers
courageous daughters


quantum leapers
diamonds in the rough

mistake makers
late bloomers

snake charmers
letter writers

generous forgivers
bridge builders

earth guardians
justice seekers

myth weavers
living altars

flame igniters
ground holders

edge dwellers
lantern carriers

paradigm shifters
conscious drifters

rebel gardeners
quiet nurturers

earth guardians
wound alchemists

darkness dancers
potion makers

sacred lovers

slow movers
earnest wonderers

hand holders
ridge soarers

reverent scientists
cosmic travelers

community creators
circle tenders

veil lifters
heart openers

truth whisperers
brave listeners

dream walkers
vision keepers

mountain movers
silent pray-ers

all in all;
in service 
to the whole;

in unison,
to the river of


the arc of evolution...

fluidly focused;

shaking the ground of

we are blazing a new trail;

the map reveals itself 
in a wake of golden dust
from every step we take;

inside the paradox 
of commitment and surrender...

we are learning to listen
to this ache of wisdom  
in our bones;

to respond in kind;

each in our own way;

a global herd of women, 
committed to the wild, messy mystery
of life unfolding…

I take my seat in the circle;

I am a fire tender
at the center of the bindu…

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
at studio petronella
model: ofelia

Eternal Nest

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take time to rest 
inside the wild hum of life’s unfolding…

notice the way the sun bows to the moon,

the primordial residue of stardust that saturates your bones…

press your ear 
to the ground of the great below;

breathing in unison
with the belly of the deep;

wherein the recesses of this dark expanse
a preternatural light shines like a thousand chandeliers...

come to land in this eternal nest;
composed of 

tender twigs of softness, 
openness and vulnerability…

shimmering threads of love, 
service, connection and community…

downy feathers of hope and generosity...

earthy fronds
of the compost of what once was...

purposeful breath 
of strength and fortitude…

gossamer strands of indigenous wisdom 
from the natural world...

as you offer to the weaving 
your own brilliant vision 
of the world we know is possible;

remember ~

side by side
heart to heart;

we are all here in this together…

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
model: katharine


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come closer…

my intrinsic beauty can be elusive
to the preconditioned eye,

my worth invisible; 
to a prepossessed culture
drunk on youth and gadgetry…

I stand in quiet sovereignty;
my feet grounded in both worlds;
undistracted from this present moment…

my silver mane;
a crown of authenticity,

I wear my years
like spun platinum;

weaving rich, glistening threads
and seasoned equanimity;

my compass is internal,
my relationship with truth

my eternal compass
is internal;
I need not reference outside myself;

I am defined by
the holiness
that permeates the all in all;

I am inextricably connected
to the web of living and dying...

my vision is keen;
I see what is before me,
what is beneath
and beyond;

I behold
the architecture
of the universe...

I have learned the language
of the moon and stars;

the rivers and oceans
are my blood,

the mountains and canyons
my flesh,
my bones;

I am
what was
what is
what will be;

the seed
the blossom
and the withering husk;

I am a perpetual invitation
to the great unfolding
in its raw and untamed form…

I have been forged
in life's holy crucible,

my hips have entertained
& queens,
woodland birdsong,
and waves that kiss the shoreline,

my womb
has gestated and birthed
new souls
and galaxies of wonder,

my breasts have suckled
men who wished the war to leave them
and fledgling visions;

I bow
to the intelligence
of all seasons;

I find home
inside the heart of paradox...

honoring the sacrosanct value
of my own transcendent story;

I have delighted
in it all...

I am elderwoman.

come closer;
I have many tales to tell… 

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
model: C.J.
elderwomen series


Keep Your Eyes on Me


so deep
in the quiet;
where words are elusive…

the doorway is itself soft,
and excludes nothing.

with eyes wide open,
I purposefully kiss
paradox on its holy mouth;

willing to see it all
to feel it all...

layer upon layer
veil upon veil
come to rest at my feet
as numinous dust;

the glowing, sacred fruit 
in the bindu…

I stand naked before you,
clothed in naught but my devotion;

nothing is missing 
everything belongs… 

in surrendering to see
everything exactly as it is;

I see only you.

such patience and tenderness
as you witness my stumbling,

honeyed nectar flows
in the wake of each footstep closer;

one taste of you
enlivens my blood 
like a river of remembrance;

and now I can see in the dark;
your eternal flame
burning in the chamber of my heart,
lighting the way;

"keep your eyes on me"...

mary magdalene sadhana day 7
sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes at studio petronella
model: annika

Blessed Fruit

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blessed is the fruit

blessed is she who eats it

blessed are the seeds

blessed are the roots

blessed is the tree

blessed are the branches

blessed is the light that pierces the darkness
blessed is the darkness that cradles the light

blessed is the quiet revelation
that this is all there is

blessed is the holy juice
that drips upon the altar of my heart;

taking me in and in and in;
until the inside is on the outside…

and then
I begin again,
and take another bite…

mary magdalene sadhana day 5
sacred thread words & image © heather rhodes at studio petronella
model: emily