I used to have an association of The Goddess and Divine Feminine with Lilith Fair, body hair, and bad New Age art (see above). I’ve outgrown this association for the most part, but the spectre of it lingers when I speak of working with the Divine Feminine because I don’t want you to think of me that way (I’ve been working with this fear and have some thoughts about it but that’s its own article).
You may not have any such associations, and feel ready to embrace the Goddess, but are perhaps still unsure as to how that looks in practical terms. Like what does it actually mean to work with the Divine Feminine? Do you need to get a statue of Mary or Quan Yin and light some candles? Is that all there is to it?
When I found out I was pregnant with a girl I grieved for a few days because I know what it means to be female in this world, and it fucking sucks. Because #MeToo includes harassment as well as assault I’ll go out on a pretty sturdy limb and wager that every woman for the past 5,000 years has experienced it. My four-year-old daughter has fucking experienced it. When I took her to the doctor for her two-year check up the pediatrician, a jovial old white man, commented on how beautiful she is; that the boys are going to be lining up for her. Yuck! If you think that’s innocent I invite you to imagine the equivalent being said abut a toddler boy. “Little Johnny’s quite the stud! He’s going to break a lot of hearts, wink wink.” It’s sexualizing children and it’s gross.
by April b.
I'm the human behind Mind Altering Reality, and this is where you'll find things I've written about me, about life, and about my practice.