“We don’t see things as they are; we see them as we are.”– Anais Nin
I’ve spent some time this week thinking about my story, the story I tell myself, and how it is a lens by which I view my world. I’ve been thinking a great deal about the word “God”, and what that story means in my life. I’m recalling that Mary Daly, in her writings likened the word God to the word “Man”, by which we then equate man (male) with God…. We also have the story of the of the distant (male) Patriarch, (in my little girl belief was a old white man with a beard), who is all knowing and all powerful who lived way far away, in heaven (not close to us, on Earth). Males who promulgated such thinking, using their sacred texts to give credence and credibility to their story, disregarded, devalued and allowed the abuse of women using this religious authority.
But what if we extend this story to Mother Earth? Mother Earth as female, available for use and abuse by those in authority, isn’t that what we are doing now? Is it not what our consumer driven, environmentally unsustainable economy is doing?
What if we changed the story to honor the feminine, the female, the generative elements of the Earth and “all our relations” (not just human)? Perhaps it’s time for a new story, to incorporate Mother Earth, Woman and Goddess into the new conversations about how we view and act in the world. What do you think?
What is your story?