My friend Peggy Lamb wrote this blog post for Truth Be Told, a nonprofit working with women behind and beyond bars where we both volunteer.
She works with bodies, movement, dance, helping these wounded women heal from the traumas and tragedies they’ve experienced in their lives.
“I never heard anybody refer to God as a woman.”
Peggy replies, “Something to think about,” and leaves it at that.
Feelings, traumatic events, images, joys and sorrows are danced. The bandages get ripped off, blood flows, and channels are opened in all of us as we witness a woman uttering the unspeakable with her dance; her body expressing what she has no words for.
In a sense I am a missionary for the Goddess. Without saying her name I invite these women to meet the Goddess in their belly.