Picture by Thalia Took, ‘Do Not Be Afraid to Visit Me in the Depths’
My Goddess does not have perky breasts, thrust up and held up by an underwire. She is large, maternal, dark and free.
My Goddess does not wear tiny shorts, a sexy top and shimmer and shake for your benefit. She is naked and moves with confidence and power: secure in her beauty despite her scars, gray hair and imperfections, symbols of wisdom gained over the years.
Listen up, men. My Goddess is not here for you and your service and amusement. But accepting her and treating her as your equal will bring you more true strength than you have ever known before.
My Goddess brings balance. For all the years of being told we were made in God’s image, we find that God is a shapeshifter: sometimes brown, sometimes black, skinny, fat, young, old, female, male.
She is found in every single living thing: the tree in my backyard, the river rushing down a mountain, the mourning dove cooing, and the vulture feeding on the side of the road.
For my God is not all light and love and pink fluff, my Goddess is cyclical, bringing change, allowing opposites, realizing without one thing we never have another. Joy and sadness. Light and dark. Cold and warm. Night and day. Death and birth.
My feminine has nothing to do with Barbie and unattainable measurements. My feminine is raw. My feminine screams and rages then laughs and cries. She holds her Children and cares for them, but also lets them know when they have gone too far.
My Goddess walked beside Jesus Christ, watched him give His life so that we all may have life and then said, ‘I do that every day.’
My Goddess can be found in those mega churches filled with ‘Our Father’s’ and ‘Him’s’ and ‘His’. Feel her there. She is looking over His shoulder with a slightly amused smile on her lips that says ‘I am here, too’.
But she is better found under a full moon, sitting in a small Circle with candles, softly singing and drumming her Heartbeat.
You may have been told that you were ‘too sensitive’. My Goddess tells me that sensitivity brings Life. She takes me to another world, the blood coursing through my head filled with assurance that She is there: healing me, blessing me, supporting me.
I go inside myself to find my Goddess. She is not found on a pulpit teaching. She teaches from the inside out. When you sit in silence in the dark. When you start to listen to the divinity found within yourself.
And that fills the world with fear: anarchy, chaos. Where would we be without structure, discipline and leaders?
My Goddess is not saying that she is better than your God or that all would be well if the past couple thousand years had followed a matriarchal route instead of a patriarchal. She is saying She is needed.
She is saying Now is the Time.
The Thailand Cave Rescue & the Goddess Jao Mae Nang Non
“The Jao Mae of caves seem to suggest something constant about caves in the human imagination,” he said. “Here are spirits who stand at the bridge between life and death — indeed, if we think of women as those figures that are able to bring life into the world, it’s unsurprising that these spirits are for the most part female — dwelling in these liminal spaces. They are places of danger, but also of possibility.” The LA Times
My Goddess is found in that cave where the Thailand soccer team, the 13 Wild Boars, (read spiritual meaning of Wild Boar) were lost and then rescued.
In times of transition and chaos, look to these stories; for surely how those boys were saved, the whole world can be saved, too. People came from all over bringing their skills and knowledge: cave divers from Europe, a singer asking her fans for what was needed and hundreds of volunteers, offering their time and money and risking their lives. The options were studied. Mother nature was respected.
The boys looked remarkably good for ten days in a cave. I read their coach Ekapol Chantawong, a former Buddhist monk who left the monastery to take care of his elderly Grandmother, taught them meditation. He taught them to go inside to find peace and calm amidst uncertainty and danger.
“Coach Ek” has drawn praise for his efforts to keep the boys alive for the almost 10 days they were trapped before being found. They drank only water that dripped from the walls, not the murky brew that trapped them. He taught them meditation to calm them and ate a smaller share of the few snacks they had brought in.
They are survivors, and for some that is nothing new. Coach Ek and three of the boys have no nationality. They are from tribes in an area around Mae Sai known as the “Golden Triangle” stretching across parts of Thailand, Myanmar, Laos and China where borders have shifted and passports don’t exist.
“He is stateless. No nationality. No country,” Nopparat Khanthavong, founder of the Wild Boars club, told AFP.
Instead of a mad rush, every man for himself, the boys, through the guidance of their assistant coach worked together and stuck together: even deciding upon, agreeing and presenting their rescuers with a list of the order they should leave the cave.
At face value, the Thailand Cave Rescue is another story of male success. If you look at the pictures, you will see very few female ones amidst those all of those volunteers.
But look deeper. For every story, there is another story running beneath it. And their rescue is a story of Mother God, an analogy of getting in trouble when not respecting Her Strength and of how we evolve from this challenge by coming together, by recognizing individual strengths and by working together.
The Divine Feminine.
It is time.
Thank you for this writing, these words are so needed and I needed them today. It is a view, a truth that resonates about our world that needs sharing for our healing.
This is beautiful Karen. Thank you for reminding us that the Goddess is alive and well! You are right….it is time.
Your beautiful poem inspired me to send you back an echo. It leaped from me and I could now help myself.
My Goddess is flat as a board as She runs the streets with the ease of a gazelle. My Goddess has perky store-bought-breast that she loves like much longed for adopted twins that she cradles without quilt. My Goddess has breast like tube socks that hang to her knees as she laughs at the ceiling and howls like a wolf.
She has tattoos and a belly piercing, and clear skin and acne. She transitions like a mood ring from dark purple to fire pink to toad green like a waxing moon from birth to death and back again. She comes and goes without ever leaving.
She dressings in boy shorts and boas, she rocks a Hijab, and a priest collar, she walks naked from the deep waters and wraps herself in rose petals and righteousness.
Her scars are roadmaps to remind her where she has been and to help shine a light for the others that are still arriving. She is ageless, timeless, boundless and shameless.
She is the strength in every mussel and the sweetness on every eyelash. She is equally present in her daughters and sons.
She is black like the pupil, red like a tongue and pink like a pussy. She is the spectrum of color and light and sensation and spice.
She is the Barbie, the Baker, and the Candlestick maker plus a billion other illusions and identities.
There is no place or thing or concept that is beyond her grasp or escapes her understanding.
She is the Christ, the Buddha, Kwan Yin, and Venus, Diana, and Lakshmi and Kali and all the sacred names known to us and even the unknown and unnamed Ones as well.
She is the church and the steeple and all the funny little people. The moon, the stars and the shadows, the thunder of the drum and the sweetness of the silence.
She leaps from the pulpit spitting rhymes, riddles and wisdom. She greets Herself in grains of sand and smoke signals.
She sees the patterns in the chaos and the holiness in diversity.
I love this! Thank you! ❤