Embodiment Of Goddess
"I wonder who our mother will be today." That's what my grown daughter revealed to me recently that she and her brother used to muse about on their way home from school.
It made me smile to think about it, the two of them pondering all the possibilities on the sidewalk, speaking seriously, as if it were the most important question of the day, of their young lives.
Had they told me about it then I think I might have been insulted by the insinuation that I was so moody they couldn't rely on me, or frightened that I was so unbalanced that they couldn't recognize me. But, now after coming this far in my study about the aspects of Goddess and the embodiment of Her in my life, it all makes sense.
Goddess energy exists, not just in the earth, but within us, our minds, our hearts our very souls. The ancients gave Her many names, one for each of Her aspects. This turns out to make tremendous sense in terms of human psychology. What better way to understand the complexity of ourselves? Of the roles we play, the need to understand our own dualities?
It is the way we resolve the nature that rages through us when the bashful maiden turns to lust, the nurturing mother wields the evil eye or the wise old crone brings death upon her loved ones.
The splendor of this is that we can attain an acceptance of ourselves, of the nature that propels us through one life and into another. We can 'do' more, 'become' more. We can lay healing upon the sick in one minute and bid them safe travels in passing the next.
We can wear daisies in our hair and soft blush upon our cheeks then turn with a sword in our hand and bring it down with crushing force. We can sit for hours while a student learns to read and never allow a frown to move across our brow, then later when that student or another scoffs at learning we can loom over her with both hands firmly planted on our hips and revoke all privileges, even send her to bed without her supper.
We can lie upon the ground and weep for the needless loss of a single tree, then take up an axe and after great reverence chop one down to build our shelter. We can build sandcastles on the beach, dig holes in our gardens and plant bulbs and in the end dig deeper holes to bury bodies.
Is it any wonder my children asked one another "who our mother might be today?" The fact that they did means they knew before I that I embodied the Goddess in at least a dozen of Her thousand names.
Betsy Foster
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June-2001
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