Goddess Rising: Why I Choose to Write About the Goddess

I have not written anything of value for an entire year.  I’ve composed a few decent Facebook posts, but not much else.  I didn’t even add a note to my holiday cards.  Scratch that.  I never add a note to my holiday cards.  I’m too stressed to write notes at the holidays.

The truth is that since 1998 I have written and co-written two books and a thesis and while not as prolific as many other writers, I found that I was tapped out.  So much has been written about spirituality that I started to feel that everything that needed to be said had already said and I didn’t have anything more to contribute. 

Writing can be such a solitary process.  Solitary processes can lead to getting caught up in the loop of one’s own thoughts.  Lately, the thought of codifying these thoughts into writing seemed stupid.  To be honest, as I reread this, the word codifying is stupid too.  So expert like…so wannabe guru…so know it allish.  That is what I hate about spiritual books. 

I haven’t been feeling sorry for myself…although I’m quite capable of that…it’s just that since I started working with clients directly using a combination of Spiritual Response Therapy and my own life coaching style, spirituality has started to really come alive for me.   Working with others to remove blocks to manifesting their spiritual and real life potential is challenging and just so damn fun.  Every client is different.  Each set of challenges is unique.  I feel like I go to Coney Island everyday to work. 

So why the sudden urge to write again, you ask?  Simple.  Today I felt inspired.  This morning, in rapid succession, I read several articles about women who were rising out of the misery of poverty, rape, disease, and bullying by speaking up and out and embracing the authentic truth of their lives.  I was filled with hope.

It made me remember how much my life has shifted since meeting the Goddess…the feminine face of God.  It was in the mid 90’s in Litchfield, Connecticut at a retreat at Wisdom House.  She called me daughter and said she was proud of me.  The voice was my voice inside my head but I knew it was her.  Who else could it be?  I was part of her and she was part of me.  A deep intuitive knowing revealed itself along with a profound longing for a stronger connection with Divinity, for an even more primal recognition of my unbreakable bond with Source.

After that initial meeting, I couldn’t stop running into her.  She was everywhere.  The Goddess soon whispered to me that Sophia would be a good name for my daughter.  It was the she who shifted me away from the dry coaching format I had been using and toward the living, personalized approach I now use. 

A series of other goddesses helped me write and publish my books; encouraged my ordination as an interfaith minister; and pushed me to expand my horizons and embrace the intuitive gifts I always knew I had but was afraid to put to use.  Others continue to encourage me; push my buttons; and force my hand.  I am blessed that many men with goddess awareness also continue to help me, love me and inspire me.  The effect of the Goddess is my life is so profound that I need to honor the source of all that love…all that compassion…all that wisdom.  I want to say thank you.  I want to spread the love. 

So, I plan to write about her; once a month, but maybe more.  The Goddess is rising.  I feel it in my bones.  I want 2013 to be her year, my year, your year. 

She says that she will stay and inspire me on only one condition.  I must promise never to use the word “codify” again.  And I promise I won’t.

Amen.