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Posted on:  Jul 19, 2016 @ 10:00 Posted in:  Goddess
Long, long ago, in our personal story, family history and the unfolding of humanity, She was lost to us — Goddess, Great Mother — priestess, healer, wise one — the sacred feminine within.
One half of the Universe, one half of our humanity, one half of our true Self — She who is wild and untamable — She who is liquid sensuality and earthly pleasure — She who wields the powers of magic and mystery — She whose laws are love and the nurturance of all life — were despoiled and repressed, until we learned to fear and forget Her very existence, and essential place in our inner landscape and shared society.
We became the lost daughters and lost sons, cutoff from the true power and presence of She as Goddess, woman and the feminine side of human nature. And we have been profoundly wounded, individually and collectively, ever since.
Yet things are shifting. Deep hungers are stirring within, arising from a sense that something essential, precious is missing from our life and world. We are waking and finding our way home to the Goddess, our true womanhood and sacred feminine nature.Dreaming of the Lost Daughter
When I began to write Tale of the Lost Daughter, I started from a place of emptiness, of opening to the Goddess to direct my writing and focus. I would sink into an altered state of awareness, place my fingertips on the keyboard and let the words flow onto the blank page of their own accord.
Early in this process, a dream story came to me. I was given a specific day — a very snowy, Saturday, December 21st. With this information I could pinpoint the year. At this time, I was still fast asleep in my corporate career and completely unaware of the depth of my discontent and unhappiness.
On this fateful night, surrounded by the magic of the Winter Solstice, I dreamed of finding a silvery, shining path between the worlds that led me to Hecate’s realm, the Dark Goddess who is the Mistress of the crossroads, and guardian of our human destiny. She bid me to look into Her magic cauldron where She revealed my life story, the beauty and the horror, and everything that I had forgotten and denied. From this place of greater awareness, She asked me to choose how I would live the rest of my life. And I made a vow to remember Her in my waking life and find my way home to Her sacred ways.
Posted on:  Jul 13, 2016 @ 10:00 Posted in:  From the Tale
Posted on:  May 11, 2016 @ 10:55 Posted in:  From the Tale, Path Basics
“And then some floodgate opened within me, pouring out of my constricted throat and pounding through my flesh in a torrent of noisy, heaving anguish. Waves of sobs rose and fell in sharp jags of keening, sounds my body couldn’t possibly make, had never made before. I held back nothing, howling myself empty and limp, like someone had pulled out all my bones and left a jellied puddle on my desk. Absolute, impenetrable silence followed, as if the whole world waited with bated breath for what would come next.
From a still, calm place, somewhere within the secret folds of my heart, a gentle voice arose saying, ‘Sarah, slow down, open to the in and out movement of your body with breath. Look inside, below the below of what you know, into the depth of who you are. What you seek waits for you there.’”
Posted on:  Mar 30, 2016 @ 10:00 Posted in:  From the Tale