The Goddess Gaia is alive
In this time and in this space
She speaks in sunrises
And waves against the shore
She sings with the wind
She dances in moonlight
She holds you close
Your heart beats in time with hers
A great, grand hope and possibility
For this planet…
Recently, I was listening to a wonderful telesummit about priestesses. I am also a huge fan of the radio show, Voices of the Sacred Feminine. However, as I listen to both, I sometimes find myself wondering if walking a Goddess path is also viewed as synonymous with, “believe everything, question nothing.” Crystal essences, gemstone healing, soul contracts, past lives, spirit guides, astrology, the many realms and dimensions of the occult, mystical, New Age and metaphysical. Is wholesale suspension of logic required to join hands with the Goddess? Is deft management of the tarot essential to the priestess path? Is excavating my “inner masculine” relevant or appropriate? Must I ascribe to “enlightened” tenets like, “you are not your body,” “I am a spiritual being having a spiritual experience” and “we made an agreement to do this work before we showed up in this body at this time and place” in order to move forward?
I sat at my home altar one afternoon holding an amethyst in one hand and a priestess sculpture in the other feeling entirely too practical and realistic. I looked out my window at the precious trees, the scratching chickens, the drooping flowers, and the dry, dry relentless dust of summer and some answers drifted to my mind:
My thealogy is the earthy, the mundane, the practical, and the miraculously ordinary obvious.
I am of this earth
for this earth
and by this earth.
You are not your body? Yes, I am. Captivated by planetary reality. Enthralled by the magic of gravity, the alchemy of salt and of raindrop, the oracle of leaf shadow on rock.
My body is enough. The breath in my lungs a prayer, the touch of my fingertips on stone a holy moment. The fire of life in my eyes an every day and yet wholly incredible gift.
The power of the pen in my fingers to write,
of my mind to create,
of my heart to pump blood,
and my hand to draw back from the sharpness of flame.
This is LIFE. This is holiness. This is sacred reality. It is not necessary to seek answers from far-off, mystical contracts of the soul. We need to only open our eyes. Inhale. Exhale. Laugh. Hug. This is a wonderful moment. This is my religion. This is living prayer. This is life in the hand of the Goddess.
This wild life is ours
I am within you and around you
I hold and enfold you
Are the colors of green leaves
My potential is in your hands.
In her book She Who Changes, Carol Christ asks a profoundly meaningful question, “Is the source of the theological mistakes of classical theism a rejection of embodied life that begins with rejection of the female body? In other words, are the six theological mistakes embedded in a way of thinking that is inherently anti-female?” (p. 200). She suggests that the answer is yes. The theological mistakes of classical theism are intimately tied up “in denial of the changing body and the changing world, which is rooted in a way of thinking that is inherently anti-female.” Patriarchy itself is built on rejection of the female body (and, to many extents, the physical world).
As I prepared this post, I became concerned that it would appear as if I reject all that is metaphysical or esoteric in favor of “logic and reality” (I find that people can get just as dogmatically obsessive about NOT seeing all that is unseen!), when instead I just mean to acknowledge that there is enough real, earthly magic right in front of me every day that it is enough to boggle my mind.
An overemphasis on philosophical or logical thinking can also contribute to a lack of full engagement with the real world, whereas in thealogy many quickly realize that it simply is a spirituality better lived than analyzed: “Don’t just read about the Goddess, LOVE HER, listen to Her, reflect Her as the Earth and Moon reflect the Sun. Don’t just study Nature, put your hands in the dirt, your feet on the forest trail, turn your face to the wind and breathe Nature in and out of your lungs. Feel the connection. No books required.” (Esra Free, Wicca 404: Advanced Goddess Thealogy)
I find that there is a broad swath of the invisible, unknown, and mysterious running like a current around and through all the realities and visibilities of everyday life—enough that I remain open to metaphysical possibilities and can include the chance of continuity of consciousness after death, the presence, guidance and possibility of unseen elements at work in the physical world (guides, ancestors, spirits, deities). If the earth can turn water and sunlight into wine every day, I will not rule out the possibility of wild, magical, unseen beings either! For me, the Goddess herself is that web of life. She is the weaving itself and flows, dancing lightly, through every fiber of being.
Magic and mystery is right in front of my eyes and in my lungs as well as in my dreams and in the poetry that comes unbidden to my lips when I sit in the woods alone.
The closing of a poem I wrote last April returns to me:
…hope on our lips
a song in our hearts
a prayer in our hands
the hum of blood in our veins
the only rapture we need…
Disclaimers: I am currently in the final stages of finishing a book that is actually about runes. And, yes, I have had many personal experiences that could be deemed mystical. And, yes, I am a priestess who sits at my altar holding amethysts and who was “called” to this work in a way I cannot explain using traditional logic. I’m also a Taurus. This post is in not meant to criticize those who are more in touch with the metaphysical than I am or who include New Age concepts in their thealogies, practices, or passions, but to poke into the core of my own thealogy and spiritual experience.
Based on a post originally published at SageWoman in 2014: Thealogy of the Ordinary – PaganSquare