Honoring the wisdom of the sacred feminine does not require us to join any cult or religion. We don’t need to dress or move in a certain way, or to follow strict rules or dogmas. The sacred feminine does not abide in a book or temple. She is right here in the expression of life itself. You may perform your daily dance on high heels, on Wall Street, barefoot in the forest, alone in your artist’s studio, or among shouting children in the kitchen. Wherever you are, the wisdom of the feminine is available to you in every moment.
To join hand with her is to open a gate to the wisdom of nature, you are returning to the wisdom of your own feminine roots. Once again you are listening to what you know, in your bones and in the very depth of your soul, to be true. You can again feel your feet on the ground, and know yourself to be interconnected with everything.
When we listen carefully to the song of our Mother Earth we can hear the calling for a spirituality that embraces both the masculine and the feminine. For this marriage to emerge fully from the shadows, women will have to hold sacred the wisdom that would otherwise invariably be crushed.
Luckily, the sacred web of life has always supported the feminine, despite times of oppression and fear-based propaganda. At times women have been told that our natural wisdom, our connection with the earth and our bodies themselves, are the makings of the devil. At other times we were even told that spiritual freedom is only for men, that all we hold sacred is merely a distraction.
Some of us have been advised that we must choose between having a family and a spiritual life, that the formless source is more valuable than its various manifestations. “Be aware,” they said, “the flesh will lead you astray.” Others were just stretched too far, trying to be there for everyone, desperately running between the homemade muffins and board meetings. Lying in bed at night, feeling our hearts tighten like fists, we were whispering prayers in the dark for just a little bit of time to listen within. Through all this, the feminine soul was smiling behind her veils, preserving her jewels for a time when they could truly be seen.
Here we are; both following well- trodden paths deep down in our soul, and at the same time fumbling our way, to bring to manifestation the union and wholeness of our spirituality in a way we have never seen before. We are being called upon to deeply question our familiar spiritual maps, do they fit the new landscape emerging before and within us?
Women everywhere are making sure that the new maps will be drenched in the unmistakable fragrance of the goddess.
Some of us are taking our first baby steps in embodying Her; many of us meet in wisdom circles mirroring each other, encouraging each other. Everywhere she is, ripe and ready to be recognized for what she is; the divine in form.
We see the sacred feminine in the sparkle in a woman’s eye, in the caring for those we love, in the rage against injustice, and in the unconditional love for it all. She is found in swaying hips, in belly laughter, as well as in the bottomless grief for innocent children being abused and hurt. She is found in the tender kiss planted on a lover’s neck, in the throbbing heart that has just enough trust to expose itself. She is found in wild storms and in crisp autumn mornings.
She is there in the depth of your longing, in nursing breasts, in rotting leaves, and in the voice that whispers the truth. She is the one who shakes you when you live in compromise, and the one who dances with you in your ecstasy, the goddess is all forms, wild and colorful, deep and constantly changing shape, unpredictable and utterly free. She is the voice that chooses love above all, while excluding nothing.
She is the feminine principle of life, the feminine face of god.
This is a taste from my book about feminine spirituality “Come Closer-Spiritual Awakening for The Feminine Heart”