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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.