June Cleaver was a doormat.
I’m a door-slammer.

But we have one thing in common: we both believe that you should dress for your man.
I’ve never met my guy at the door in something lacy (but it’s on my to-do list.) I don’t own a pair of foofoo slippers. And ever since my boobs went south after breastfeeding, I had to retire my glittery tube tops. But…I’m no slob either.

The “I can’t be bothered to look my best trap” is easy to fall into. It must be, because it’s an epidemic of Crocs and ponytails and sweatpants that plagues our nations. European women have us pinned to the mat in the “make an effort” category. They make North American women look like…slobs in Crocs and ponytails and sweatpants.

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When I close my eyes, and take a deep breath, this is what Goddess looks like to me. Gossamer, vaginal, sweet, dazzling, radiant womb, prolifically reflecting.
This magnificent image is a real, untouched photo taken by the Hubble Telescope of “Light Echoes From Red Supergiant Star V838 Monocerotis.”

Looks like home to me.

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Beam up and prepare to be amazed: http://hubblesite.org

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What is The Goddess Experiment?I’m wondering what will shift or bloom or go bust in my psyche if I very intentionally envision God in female form. For the next 21 days, including weekends, I’m going to actively re-frame He into She. His Highness into Her Highness. I’m collecting images that speak to me of God-dess.

Please join in. I may post what you send. Just to…see.

I’ve been wondering about Goddess initiations. But that would presuppose that you became a Goddess, and weren’t born a Goddess. Maybe Goddesses come of age. Like a Goddess-mitzvah. You party down with other Goddesses. Your chakras go pa-zow. And then you get your official Goddess gown and get back to work in the real world.

(I’d love to credit the creator of this image, but couldn’t find it’s origin.)

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What is The Goddess Experiment? I’m wondering what will shift or bloom or go bust in my psyche if I very intentionally envision God in female form. For the next 21 days, including weekends, I’m going to actively re-frame He into She. His Highness into Her Highness. I’m collecting images that speak to me of God-dess.

Please join in. I may post what you send. Just to…see.

One theme that is recurring in my Goddess experiment is the pursuit of Truth. Strong women thrive on it. The very act of looking fro truth is empowering, ennobling and inspiring to others. Goddesses live to find it, know it, and dispense it.

The Goddess/Superwoman images of Alicia Keys sparked me to look for more contemporary, in-the-field kinds of Goddesses.

The Pearl Project

21 students at Georgetown University’s School of Continuing Studies in Washington, DC are trying to track down the killers of Daniel Pearl, the Wall Street Journal reporter who was kidnapped and beheaded by Islamic radicals in Pakistan in early 2002. Lead by journalist and activist Asra Nomani, they want to finish the work the FBI started. Word has it that they’re making some real inroads.

As Marie Claire Magazine reports: “The FBI says this is an open investigation, but in talking to officials, it’s clear there’s no work being done on the ground,” [Nomani says.] “You can argue over whether it’s right or wrong, but the FBI has moved on to other priorities.”

Called the Pearl Project, the investigation, now entering its second year, draws mostly female students from as far away as Qatar and Lebanon. Says Erin Delmore, a 21-year-old from New Jersey, “We’re not studying history in this class; we’re trying to make history.”

Goddesses seek the truth. Check.
Goddesses make history. Check.

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What is The Goddess Experiment? I’m wondering what will shift or bloom or go bust in my psyche if I very intentionally envision God in female form. For the next 21 days, including weekends, I’m going to actively re-frame He into She. His Highness into Her Highness. I’m collecting images that speak to me of God-dess.

Please join in. I may post what you send. Just to…see.

Everywhere I’m turning
Nothing seems complete
I stand up and I’m searching
For the better part of me
I hang my head from sorrow
Slave to humanity
I wear it on my shoulders
Gotta find the strength in me

Cause I am a Superwoman
Yes I am
Yes she is
Still when I’m a mess
I still put on a vest
With an S on my chest
Oh yes
I’m a Superwoman

(view Alicia Keys’ complete lyrics here)

Turns out that if you want to find an image of a black woman portrayed as a “goddess,” you have to dig deep. There’s the Black Madonna, but even her blackness is in question (was she being accurately portrayed as a dark skinned woman, or were the earliest statues of her simply carved from ebony or dark wood?)

And then I was watching the Much Music countdown late this weekend and there was Alicia Keys (who, BTW is half white) playing various Superwoman roles in her latest video release: a CEO, a welfare mom, an astronaut, a pharaoh, and an African desert woman. Goddesses, every one. (Tho’ I thought the CEO chicka tucking her kid in at 10:30pm was a slightly saddening sight.)

View the Superwoman video on Alica Keys’ You Tube Channel.

Her CD, As I Am, is full of anthems for bright, unapologetic women.

Goddesses are alive and well in the modern world.

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What is the Goddess Experiment? I’m wondering what will shift or bloom or go bust in my psyche if I very intentionally envision God in female form. For the next 21 days, including weekends, I’m going to actively re-frame He into She. His Highness into Her Highness. I’m collecting images that speak to me of God-dess.

Please join in. I may post what you send. Just to…see.