In the presence of the Most Holy Ones
the Mothers of my body
the Grandmothers of my soul
I give thanks.
I give thanks that I live
Through their energy
Through their love
Through their labor.
As a daughter of their wombs and works,
I return their blessings,
I bless my mother,
I bless my grandmothers,
I bless all the women of my family line,
women whose names I know
women whose names have been forgotten.
These women live still
in and through all their daughters and sons.
I bless the women of prehistory
the strong, the unnamed, the forgotten.
I bless the memories of the unknown women
who tamed fire
who created agriculture
who domesticated animals
who invented crafts and sciences.
Their works have been forgotten
or-co-opted by men.
May we remember the true creators, our foremothers.
I bless the women of historical times,
queens, warriors, judges, healers, witches
victims of exploitation
victims of suppression
victims of invading cultures.
Especially, I bless the Burned One,
uppity women murdered during the Burning times
tortured by a jealous Inquisition.
Never again
Never again.
Never again will women be murdered.
I bless their souls
I bless their ashes.
Mothers and grandmothers, foremothers and foresisters
I, your descendant, bless your works.
I, your child, bless your memory.
I, your daughter, bless your blessing.
