When Goddess Calls

Leading a song to Her in an ancient Christian chapel on Scotland's Isle of Iona

When people find out I am training to be a priestess, they are curious about how I will use that training to serve in the world.

I got a few glimpses of what that might look like last month in Scotland, none more profound than this moment in St. Oran’s Chapel on the Isle of Iona during a Sing For Peace gathering.

Iona is known as the birthplace of Christianity in the West, and St. Oran’s Chapel is the oldest intact structure on the island, built in the 1100s. It is very much God the Father in name, and yet Iona is a thin place with very strong feminine energy.

I showed up there—alongside a dozen or so strangers—with curiosity and hopefulness that the songs we sang would feel expansive and not constrictive—that they would evoke spirit rather than doctrine or dogma. They were, indeed, all deeply healing and very moving.

And then our song leader Kelly Ann asked if any of us had a song we’d like to teach the group. We All Come From the Goddess immediately begin playing in my head, or maybe it was in my heart. The chapel was silent.

Mind you, I am not singer. As a middle schooler, I got violently sick when I had to sing solo in a school play. An internal debate was raging within me.

And yet…. I could not deny the inner call to sing of the goddess in this place. To bring Her name in where it had been forbidden.

And so I stood and invoked the truth that we were birthed by a mother goddess rather then a father god, teaching the group the song I learned on pilgrimage in Crete two years ago.

I quickly hit record on my phone and was able to capture our voices, raised to Her in a place saturated with Him for almost a thousand years.

Kelly Ann also recorded it and told me she’d done it so she could keep singing the song at their weekly gatherings. At the pier as I was preparing to leave the island a few days later, Lisa, a volunteer at the Abbey who had sung with us, told me she’d also recorded it so they could keep singing it.

I’d brought the long forgotten sacred feminine into a space—not because I’d perfected my skill or my craft, but simply because I’d dared to show up and heed Her call.

And that is my path as a priestess—showing up and speaking Her name whether I’m hanging out in a cave reminding visitors that Mary Magdalene’s followers met there hundreds of year ago or singing songs that include the lost lineage of the Goddess in spaces they’ve never been sung before..

Where in your life are you feeling a call and battling inner or outer voices that make you its question its validity or doubt your ability to carry out the calling? I’m living proof that you don’t have to be good at something to make an impact. Just show up. Your inner priestess is ready to shine. Even when she feels like she might throw up.

You got this.

I will be taking a small group of women to the Isles of Mull and Iona May 16-26, 2026 for just this kind of magic. I am working on getting registration up in the next month or so. My paid subscribers are on my priority registration list. Upgrade for access and email me with any questions.