Wedge-tail Eagle Woman
Wedge‑tail Eagle Woman arrives thunder‑forged, and forest born, her wings carrying the sound of storm and sky. She is the great visionary — the one who sees the wider landscape, the long arc, and the truth beyond the immediate moment. Her heart is vast, her foresight clear, her presence unmistakably skyward.
She strips the bones clean, consuming what is no longer needed and metabolising it into what must come next. She teaches the art of necessary endings, of clearing the path for renewal. Her companionship is for those standing at significant thresholds — the brave crossings, the moments that require courage, clarity, and a willingness to rise.
She is the Mother in her full force: full‑moon radiance, midday‑sun power, a soaring height that never loses connection to the earth. Wedge‑tail Eagle Woman knows how to ascend without abandoning the ground, how to hold both the vast sky and the deep soil in one body.
She comes to remind us that bravery is a practice, vision is a gift, and rising is a sacred act.
Born from the Clay
She was birthed from the clay
the womb of the mountain
through the vulva of the muddy cave
Cradled in the early light of dawn
She was kissed by the winding rivers
making her way down to that sacred place
beneath the old Huon pines, her body embraced
She rose from the earth
the ground, her alter
Roots entangled with roots
She kneels and does not faulter
In the dirt, the leaves and the dripping moss
Tears swell in her eyes and between her thighs
as she prays
as she prays
in this place
When the forests were the only cathedrals
Where the forests were the only cathedrals
And Her heart beckons for the velvet sky
The Morning Star
And it’s Circle of Light
She can hear their Call, their ancient songs
this is where her soul belongs
And one by one
goldened brown feathers
sprout from her bronzed starry skin
Arms stretched out
Wide winged and
singing to the wind
She crouches
She emerges
from her nest
made of blood and mud
roses and bones
Her treehouse home
Her forest throne
She draws a breath, into her belly deep
Her body arises broad and full
And she leaps,
leaps up through the canopy
with graceful thunder wings
Oh she is Wedgetail Eagle Woman!
Mother of the Sky
Mother of the Earth
Mother of All
Her womb contains the universe
Where souls and stars and mountains are made
She flies across all Time
Her heart never afraid
To dive into and traverse all terrains
Below, above and centre,
she remains
Golden feathered Mother of the Sky
Born from the clay
Hatched by the Morning Star
Oh! She knows The Way
Into the temple where both sorrow and joy lies
The forest her one and only cathedral
She is Woman
She is Sacred
She is Wedgetail Eagle
A Thousand Thresholds Crossed
She nests between the midnight sky
Waiting for the moment to cross the next threshold,
Calling Her
into the Great Mystery of Her Magic
Her deeper Wilder Self
Stars spilling tears onto the soil where she lay, with
the bones and stones of the Ancestors
“Come what May!” She calls skyward
“Come what May!” She sings,
like the first woman whoever stood and howled into the dark
She witnesses the ancient cross over
of the twin moons above,
the same movement in Her blood
Red to Silver
Womb to Crown
One Who no longer births flesh -but
Vision! Truth! Legacy!
Yes! She is Mother, Daughter, Sister, Healer and Shape-shifter!
Prowling
Tracking
Weaving and walking
And flying her way into the depths
Where grief and love are one sacred flesh
She knows. She knows the way….and
Wise wolf shining full upon Her skin
Fairy Wren, Her soft spirit kin, resting on wing
OH! This Life, She flies with courage and intention
This Life , Her Cathedral
She. Is. Wedge-tail Eagle!