A
personal remembrance of Monica Sjöö
by Jill Smith

Aida Birch, Monica Sjöö and Jill Smith
Talley Valley Tipi Village June 1984
I first
met Monica in 1981 and she was a powerful thread
ebbing and flowing through my life thereafter.
In the
early '80s I visited her many times at her home in
Wales, visiting many ancient sites, the bleeding yew
at Nevern and St Non's well with her.
She and
I were at Callanish, on the Isle of Lewis in the
Hebrides, with a group of people at Midsummer in 1982
and we walked the body of the Sleeping Beauty
Mountain.
Through
her I met Eveon who midwifed the birth of my 4th child
Taliesin at Talley Valley tipi village in Wales.
Monica and her youngest son Leif spent time with us
there waiting for Taliesin to be born. Monica often
spoke of the amazing time there in the Valley at the
time of a partial eclipse of the Sun when the valley
people built a labyrinth round a great fire. Eveon,
Monica and I walked the labyrinth naked and stood
together with my great pregnant belly in the centre as
though it were the belly of all three of us.
After
Taliesin was born we went to Monica's and she gave him
a second naming for the Goddess at St. Non's Well.

At St. Non's
Well, June 1984
Naming
Taliesin for the Goddess
Monica, Talie and Jill
A year
later she took me to the Women's Walk from Avebury to
Stonehenge across Salisbury plain at Beltane. At that
time I was traveling on The Gipsy Switch, a year-long
journey round England and Wales, seeing her several
times in west Wales, especially one wild stormy Spring
Equinox when we sat together on a cliff-top in
horizontal hail as Monica made a sketch for a later
painting. Later there were power-cuts as we sat by
candle-light. Swedish Monica said the weather 'blew a
few cobwebs away'. I loved it also.
When
Talie and I finished our Gipsy Switch journey , the
only person who offered us a place to stay was Monica,
who had stored many of our possessions when we gave up
horse and wagon to just walk. We moved to live in a
tipi in her front garden, but it became a time of
terrible tragedy for Monica as Leif was killed in a
car accident in France and her eldest son Scan was
diagnosed with cancer, Monica moved to Bristol to look
after him.
When
Talie and I moved to Lewis in the Hebrides, Monica
visited us several times; sitting in the Callanish
stones watching the full moon; visiting Brighde's well
at Imbolc and being blessed by a beautiful aurora
borealis that evening. I was able to take her to many
other of the sacred sites on the Islands.

Monica with Talie Smith
in front
of "The Shamanka of Callanish"
Gravir, Isle of Lewis, September 1987
She was
always a supporter of my own art-work and my
performance and many other things in which I was
involved.
She inspired my own strength, amazed me with her
intellect, her knowledge, perception and analysis of
things. She jolted me politically at times when I was
less able to be active and she shared her re-discovery
of ancient goddesses and places I was unable to visit.
She was a
true lineage-bearer of the ancient female ancestors of both
the Northern Lands and of North Africa.
The
otherworldly light of her paintings is haunting,
taking us back into ancient times and into other
realms and realities.
She was unique and
irreplaceable.
Blessed
Be, Monica. With love, Jill Smith
Artist,
Writer, Performer
Click
here to visit Jill's website
Artworks of Goddess and sacred site themes.

Jill as the Spirit of
the North
at Monica's Funeral Ceremony
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