High Priestess in ceremonial garb against waterfallWhy should a Priestess care about politics?

I mean, shouldn’t I be dancing in the fields with the fairies, preferably naked by the light of the full moon?

Hell yes.


But there are 29 other days when I’m primarily concerned with how my spiritual escapades inform my practical reality.

With the Priestess in my back pocket. And alongside me. And surging way ahead beckoning me to catch up.

Coming to think of if, she doesn’t think much of back pockets at all.


But back to the matter at hand:

Brexit – the British exit from the European union.

What exactly does a burgeoning Priestess have to say about that?



Mostly I am reminding myself that

No matter how hard we fight it, everything only ever reduces back to our personal reponse.


I certainly felt the emotions of the escalating media frenzy in full technicolour.

The morning after the referendum, I needed to disengage by taking a media break.

I wanted to sit with myself and find my own truth without getting bombarded and buried by everyone else’s.


So how do you respond to an outcome you fundamentally disagree with?

That is, of course, personal. It seems that people voting for either side were shocked by the outcome (note the irony). As I ordered my morning coffee, a gentleman derided the tabloids in the newspaper rack, and proceeded to throw them away. Cathartic though that may be, that’s not a helpful response.


So I begin by reminding myself that the outcome of any vote is a democratic decision, no matter how flawed one might judge it to be.


Next, I am asking  how I can make a difference in a way that feels authentic to me.


In the lead up to the Brexit vote, I did a lot of praying.

I remembered that to experience anything outside of myself, I need to experience it inside of myself first.


women's hands touching knitted prayers shawlsI prayed for love, peace and compassion within myself, and I imagined my country of residence enveloped in a blanket woven of the same.

Now that may not sound very Bond Girl. It may not have made any difference to Johnny in Yorkshire wanting his country back, or Hazel in the Midlands worried about immigration. But it made a difference to how I felt and how I was able to show up for those around me.


Love over fear wins every time.

Love begins with loving all of you – shadow as well as light. 

[And if you think that’s easy, think again]


I’m also accepting that the painful cycle of birth, death and rebirth – as mirrored by the seasons year after year – is part of life on every level. Although frankly I am finding the dance of light and shadow a lot harder to accept in the collective sphere.


Lastly, my emotional entanglement with Brexit is giving me the nudge to come out of the comfortable little Priestess closet I’ve been hanging out in for the last year. This particular path may only be emerging but I certainly didn’t fish a dog-eared personal development handbook out of the bargain bin just yesterday. And I have things to say to an audience greater than myself.


So here we are.

It doesn’t sound much to love more in the face of the fear that Brexit has engendered on all sides of the fence and channel.


Especially to love ourselves more, with our own individual fears that have simply become manifest on a grand scale.


woman dancing in field with outstretched arms

But that’s what I’m choosing to do.

When I’m not dancing naked in the fields.


And maybe one day [soon], Johnny and Hazel’s (grand)daughters will join in.




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