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 always wear a kimono when I’m hiking in the desert. That’s what Sacred Dramatic does.

When we were conceptualizing our own  shots for the Style Statement book, I wanted to project some serious Goddess-ness.

We blew a lot of money for this shoot. Six of us over-nighted it in nowhere BC (we couldn’t afford to fly us all to Taos, New Mexico) and endured ankle deep mud and chilling winds. (Well, I endured the wind, everyone else wore parkas.) I stood on hills with my sleeves bellowing. I prayed under the sky. I rocked the part.

And I scrapped the photos.

They are beautiful shots, no doubt. Gregory Crow is an artist. But ultimately, they didn’t say “Goddess” to me. They said “eccentric chick in the desert in a kimono.” Some of them said, “Obi Wan Kanobi.” Others said, “Buddhist on the run.”

Goddesses are always prepared to go back to the drawing board.

We did a second shoot a few weeks later. In-studio. Just three of us with some Jamiroquai playing on a rainy day. We got the shot. My portrait in the Style Statement book is just…me, giving all the shaktipat I could muster for the moment.

One thing I know for sure, Goddesses look you in the eye.

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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.

This is my Goddess Group. We ADORE, I mean ADORE each other. Our formation was unwitting. Last year, Goddess L put a shout out to a bunch of cool women to the effect of, “We’re all busy professionals who don’t socialize enough. So bring something to eat next Friday at my place and let’s see what happens.” Many planned to come. Cars broke down, baby sitters didn’t show, life happened and it came down to just the five us for potluck. We knew of each other but we didn’t all necessarily really know each other.

(Photo left: Here we are in wild scarves that Goddess DH knit for all of us.)

We could not be more different. We’re all white Canadian chicks, but we score high on diversity points. And, we could not be more thrilled to have found each other. I love that we have little history but we can see a far future together.

We meet about once a month for an evening and we talk-share-cry-pee our pants- laughing, give no-holds-barred advice, swamp clothes and music and books, pour our hearts out and sit on the edge of our seats to listen to each other. In the last year we have been through resignations, evaluations, miscarriages, up and down marriages, break ups, break throughs and victories galore. The Goddesses are my rudder and my harbour. I look forward to our gathering as much as any spa date, or fast-breaking chocolate Sunday.

Every Goddess needs her Goddesses.

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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.

A-ha! I’ve found a Goddess that is as inspiring to me as Saraswati and Wonder Woman: Estsanatlehi. She is the “Changing Woman.”

According to the Navajo legend, Estanatlehi created the first man and woman from pieces of her own skin. That’s as close to the creative source that my Goddess search has brought me thus far. She meets her husband, the Sun god Tsohanoai, every night as he sets. This is good - she has her own day job and hangs with her man at night. Smart. I’m liking this. It is also believed she becomes old each winter and young each spring, just as the Earth does with the changing seasons. Even better. And she also answers to Turquoise Woman. Turquoise is my favourite stone (the minty blue kind with brown desert flecks…ahhh.) It must be a sign. I’m getting closer to God-dess.

I just wish I knew how to pronounce her name.

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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.

The book Initiation tipped me off to thinking about other hot stuff priestess types in literature. Which led me back to Mists of Avalon and one of my favourite She Power fairies, Morgaine LeFay. I was so impressed with her enchantress powers, that I named my dog after her. How’s that for an honour?

Morgaine (sometimes Morgan or Morgana) can be portrayed as the villian or a heroine (hazards of being a sourceress, I guess.) The half sister of King Arthur of Camelot, and a student of Merlin, the positive spin on Morgaine is that she fought tirelessly for pagan rights against Christian repression. You could say, she used every trick in the book.

Goddesses so hate to be reigned in.

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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.