I've been enjoying spring by my myself. I feel Her presence in the light and the warmth on my skin. Every morning when I wake up and get ready, I feel closer to Her. At night She feels further away, except when I'm outside and look up at the moon. I know She's in darkness too, but darkness no longer feels like home to me. I wrote in my journal for the first time in a year and I felt Her guiding my hand. I feel like I'm waking up
Thinking about stone temples and shrines to the goddesses just out in nature somewhere. Being able to visit them and pray and leave offerings...
When I was a kid I was so offended when I found out there were Ken dolls in my Barbie universe and I was asked if I didn't need one of those to play with. Bc I already had my Bratz doll and my Barbie and they were the only meaningful opposites to me. And I really haven't changed at all cause that's how I feel when people question my goddess oriented beliefs
I've always found God in sunlight and water rather than trees and dirt
Femininity is like the sea, a perfect balance between active and receptive, ebb and flow
All people are human before we are female or male. We do not have both feminine and masculine energy inside of us. We do not possess certain qualities that belong to something other than ourselves. Femininity is whole in and of itself. Femininity is of the woman. All women are feminine. Femininity encompasses all female traits, all traits present in women
To tell a woman that any part of her is inherently masculine is to tell a woman that she possesses qualities that aren't of her. That she is not whole within herself. That she is not just a woman but something more
To tell a woman that any part of her is inherently masculine is to tell a woman that she possesses qualities that aren't of her. That she is not whole within herself. That she is not just a woman but something more
Now that it's summer I can feel myself drawn to activities that are on a higher frequency. Dance, art, music, preparing food and connecting to what's real. Also, putting effort into looking nice, something that in my pagan days I didn't consider sacred or holy because I saw it as unnatural (along with most purely human activities and instincts that we don't share with our animal counterparts). I've never felt more connected to the Divine than when I started seeing our humanity as divine. I feel nothing but love for the natural world, animals, and nature worship itself. But I realize that in doing what I thought was 'going back to the basics' and spiritually valuing only that which came directly from nature, I denied myself the one thing I wanted: a spiritual relationship with the Goddess, the gods, and other people
God does not make mistakes. You were made in Her image. We are led astray by false gods and idols so that we be persuaded, to change our faces, our bodies, our beauty. We destroy Her Creation, Her carefully crafted features, that She gifted our mothers and grandmothers before us. The features She will gift your children, and your grandchildren. And you will look upon them, and see God Herself in your Creation. And you will see beauty.
There is not one way to be feminine. All human qualities are feminine qualities. Femininity and masculinity are not opposites in every way, they are two sides of the same coin. They are different expressions of the same human principles. No quality is either feminine or masculine. Embracing femininity means nurturing each and every one of our natural skills and qualities
I had a dream about a forest, far away. I heard the gentle running of water and when I reached the open space behind the trees, I saw a stream. Water rushing, glistening in the light. When I looked beyond it, I saw a statue of a woman. I stepped into the stream, sharp rocks pressing against the soles of my feet. The water was cold up to my ankles. As I crossed the stream and stepped onto the rocks, I felt the cool wind blowing against my wet skin. It was even colder than before, and for a second, I knew I'd felt steadier in the water. I approached the stone statue and kneeled before Her, bowing my head and closing my eyes, listening, to the water and the wind. I stood up once again, the gravel leaving an imprint on my knee. I never looked at Her, but instead pressed my hand against Her. I could've sworn I felt a heartbeat through the rough texture of that cold stone exterior. And I knew to turn back. I felt the earth underneath my feet. It whispered to me. I stepped back into the water, and it felt like coming up for air. And so I followed along, down the stream. Everything was still and serene. Except for the gentle rushing of the stream. And the sound of water falling.