What do you wish to pay attention to?
This is the question for the week over at Jamie Ridler's blog for Wishcasting Wednesday.
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Today's question at Wishcasting conjured up a visceral image of pure magic for me. Perhaps it is the coming of spring, or the Year of Self-Love slowly seeping into my previously sleeping Goddess girl-cells, but the dust that has been hiding my purpose seems to be coming off, bit by bit. Reminders of who I was at my fullest lead me back home inside my heart. I caught a glimpse today of the girl I was at 17, when I first read Marianne Williamson's A Woman's Worth, a book about reclaiming ourselves as the Queens and Princesses we really are. The words Marianne wrote sparkled on the page and danced in my imagination as I began my focus on the Divine Feminine. I began writing works meant to inspire women and girls to reclaim their holy and true Nature. It is amazingly simple to focus your entire soul to lofty purpose at 17 -- it is one of the wonders of that age, where we can access wisdom before we've become convinced the world doesn't deserve it. It flows freely from us in all that we do.
As these stories typically go, life got in my way, separating me from who I knew myself to be, not a complete severing, but pieces were lost. Even my more idealistic and philanthropic ambitions of just a few years ago -- also geared toward women and children of the world -- fell victim to a period of my life where I had overextended myself in the role of caretaker and my body began to tell me in no uncertain terms that the world and the hardships of the world's female population do not belong solely on my shoulders. I had to turn inward and care about the first Goddess that matters: me. This is where I am in my journey.
This is the question for the week over at Jamie Ridler's blog for Wishcasting Wednesday.
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Today's question at Wishcasting conjured up a visceral image of pure magic for me. Perhaps it is the coming of spring, or the Year of Self-Love slowly seeping into my previously sleeping Goddess girl-cells, but the dust that has been hiding my purpose seems to be coming off, bit by bit. Reminders of who I was at my fullest lead me back home inside my heart. I caught a glimpse today of the girl I was at 17, when I first read Marianne Williamson's A Woman's Worth, a book about reclaiming ourselves as the Queens and Princesses we really are. The words Marianne wrote sparkled on the page and danced in my imagination as I began my focus on the Divine Feminine. I began writing works meant to inspire women and girls to reclaim their holy and true Nature. It is amazingly simple to focus your entire soul to lofty purpose at 17 -- it is one of the wonders of that age, where we can access wisdom before we've become convinced the world doesn't deserve it. It flows freely from us in all that we do.
As these stories typically go, life got in my way, separating me from who I knew myself to be, not a complete severing, but pieces were lost. Even my more idealistic and philanthropic ambitions of just a few years ago -- also geared toward women and children of the world -- fell victim to a period of my life where I had overextended myself in the role of caretaker and my body began to tell me in no uncertain terms that the world and the hardships of the world's female population do not belong solely on my shoulders. I had to turn inward and care about the first Goddess that matters: me. This is where I am in my journey.
So I am heartened by the messages I am slowly receiving, through finding pieces of poetry written some time ago, or coming to the conclusion that in order to wear clothing that truly adorns the Goddess I am, I may need to design and sew them myself! I'm grateful for the blessings of my women friends and find myself hoping to find women to circle with here where I live. I have flourished under the divine tutelage of Goddess Leonie and am looking forward to starting the aptly named Radiant Goddess Ecourse later this month in Goddess School. Lately I have been feeling that the seeds of my self-nourishment will one day reap a harvest again, beneficial to all women who come into my orbit.
So my wish is this, and I wish it for me and for you: That I may pay attention to the very real radiance within myself and in other women and girl-children all the days of my life. That I may recognize the radiance that exists now, even where it is hidden under dust and ash, and that the very recognition of that radiance fuels the flame. Thank you my Wishcasting sisters, thank you to the women who read this blog, and for the men out there who Own Pink and hold the space for women's power: all your shining twinkling lights really make a difference. This piece of poetry I once wrote and recently re-discovered is for you:
daughters of the stars:
claim your rightful places
among the ageless
constellations
~SDT ©2006
So my wish is this, and I wish it for me and for you: That I may pay attention to the very real radiance within myself and in other women and girl-children all the days of my life. That I may recognize the radiance that exists now, even where it is hidden under dust and ash, and that the very recognition of that radiance fuels the flame. Thank you my Wishcasting sisters, thank you to the women who read this blog, and for the men out there who Own Pink and hold the space for women's power: all your shining twinkling lights really make a difference. This piece of poetry I once wrote and recently re-discovered is for you:
daughters of the stars:
claim your rightful places
among the ageless
constellations
~SDT ©2006










