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.