HP Rivers

  • The Light of Godde

    The Light of Godde Helen Rose Written in November 2018 Revised and electronically published in March 2019 Once upon a time, a teacher told me to imagine a door in my mind’s eye, and to walk through it when I was ready. First to mind was the red door of the Catholic Church where I…

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  • The Guardian Goddess

    “The Guardian Goddess became fatigued by this mission. Too many times had she been called upon to be the Soul’s eyes when they could not see the Light, protection when they could not find any for themselves, their whole being as they catapulted themselves dangerously and intentionally toward mortal danger…”

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  • Ugliness

    Spirit said: “Write a raw and ugly poem, For this life is raw and ugly at times.” There has been much written of love. Love is soft and kind, Warming to consider. There is no shame in love. But – What of the ugliness? What of the moments That make us cringe? The times when…

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  • On Anxiety, Forgiveness, and Godde

    In every atom, every cell, and all the space between, there is nothing but Godde – and Godde is not what we’ve been told. Magic is not what we’ve been told. Godde is simply truth – and one piece of that truth that I’ve found for myself is that there is no perfection and there…

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  • On Divine Love and Affirmation

    That is the story of how I came out as gay in a minister’s office in the Bible Belt and was met with nothing but love and congratulations. Absolutely everyone should be able to have such a positive, uplifting coming out experience. Absolutely everyone should have access to an affirming and loving spiritual home where…

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  • On Beauty

    Physical beauty is a raindrop where spiritual beauty is an ocean. In a culture that capitalizes on low self-esteem, we are instructed to hate ourselves. We are taught early to mask our flaws, hold in our stomachs, cover our blemishes, and conceal our humanness. It is a radical, courageous, and necessary thing to practice self-love,…

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  • Backlog

    Once upon a time, Tears meant rock bottom. They meant emergency measures. They meant life or death, again. Then, and only then, Were they even an option. Today, I cried seven times: Once for sadness Over what has come to pass, And six times For beauty, gratitude And overwhelming love. I’m not even angry anymore.…

    HP Rivers