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Can the Sacred Feminine Be Found in the Past?
It’s time to stop waiting for the right words.
Time to write her, paint her, dance her, live her.
Time to speak her into form—with courage, with clarity, with love.
I like to follow my own rhythms. I write best—most deeply—when I’m free of interruption. I like the way solitude makes it easier for me to hear and honor my own voice.
So many of us—women and men alike—are feeling called to live from the ground of the Divine Feminine, the Beloved Mother. To answer that call fully, we’ll need to re-imagine her. Reclaim her. Let her power and wisdom rise again.
Our first love relationship is with our body. And for most of us, over time, that relationship becomes complicated.
The best-laid plans of mice and men oft’ go awry… leaving us grief and pain, in place of promised joy. Boy, did the Scottish poet Robert Burns get that right! This past Holy Saturday, one moment I was upright and heading for my car — rotisserie chicken from the grocery store in hand — and…
LET ME…Let me write this blog. Let me speak truth with love. Let me model for my grandsons the sacredness of both feminine and masculine energies. Let me model calm strength. Let me protest—or not. Let me help one other soul find peace.
Let me be a lighthouse in the storm.
From the moment we wake up, we begin creating with the power of Thought. Those thoughts we give energy to, shape the day. Shape our lives. Unconscious creativity still creates—but in scattered, often unhelpful, directions. Conscious creativity, though? That’s the mastery of magic.
“All of these strands are like spokes emanating from the hub of one wheel, reaching out to the farthest reaches of the dream of separation… part and parcel of One Mind… therefore embrace that which you are, honor that which you are, extend that which you are… you are all part of the same script.” – The Way of Mastery
During our time together, Syd didn’t preach. He shared simple stories. He talked about the Three Principles—Mind, Consciousness, and Thought—not as theories, but as metaphors for Love.
“If you’re not feeling love,” he told me,“you’ve wandered onto the rocky shores of your own thought system.” That line landed. Deeply.
In 2006, I was on a Mediterranean cruise with my husband, Bill. We docked in Rome and stepped off the ship to explore the Eternal City. During a quick bathroom break, I found myself washing my hands next to a woman who noticed my West Virginia University T-shirt.
We are always choosing our response to life’s exquisite highs and its undeniable lows. Read about the “Joan of Arc” of Michigan.
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