The symbol of the Goddess is as old as human history. The most ancient images of the Goddesses from the Paleolithic era are neither pregnant nor holding a child. In Neolithic Old Europe the Goddess was most commonly linked with birds or snakes and only rarely portrayed as mother. Yet we tend to equate the […]
Mindful Living
Black Sheep by Carol P. Christ
At Thanksgiving and the solstice holidays many of us are reminded that we are the “black sheep” of our families. In my case this means that I am too “assertive,” too “aggressive,” too “demanding,” too “political,” too “willing to upset my father,” too “opinionated,” too “feminist,” and so on. “In the English language, black sheep is an idiom used to […]
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Have You Been to Yoga? Really Been? by Mary Petiet
Part of the journey in my book Minerva’s Owls is an unplanned odyssey, a yogic journey through consciousness. I went to yoga one day on a whim, with no idea how it would change my life for the better. Yoga opened the connection I needed to weave hundreds of disparate strands into one solid rope, […]
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Why We Need the Goddess by Judith Shaw
I have been drawn to the Goddess for a variety of reasons. Initially, as a young woman, She spoke to me of my own power, self-worth, self-determination and my/every woman’s inherent beauty. She lent Her hand to my emerging sense of independence from male domination. Over the years my experience of Goddess deepened. At times […]
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Four Ways to Survive the Material World by Mary Petiet
In my book Minerva’s Owls, I weave you into a web of yoga, healing, and the Western wisdom traditions as by sifting through mythic and evolutionary history to explore how we got here and how we can continue to be here in any meaningful way. Minerva’s Owls shifts between the realms of the sacred and […]
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Living Face First by Brandi Auset
I was raised in an aggressively religious, creatively-stunted home. Not only was critical thinking frowned upon, but any intuitive notions without religious undertones were given the stink eye. And everything was conditional. Including love and acceptance. I couldn’t just be me, I had to be the right me. The approved me. But none of those thin and quiet personalities fit […]
