Mother One-The Sacred Feminine, collage by Licia Berry 2007
Last Thursday, I taught the first class in my inaugural “Faces of Her” teleseries. With great hopes and expectations, and lots of sweat and labor, I birthed this offering amongst 10 women.
It touched me in a different way to teach this class; it came from a more vulnerable place. I’ve taught many teleclasses, classes and workshops in my professional teaching career of 21 years, but this one was different. It came from the center of my heart, from the core of my being.
The journey to come to acceptance of my own inner Sacred Feminine has not been easy; I faced what all people face when they realize that there is more to our lives than what meets the eye. I experienced what all folks experience when they open to more feminine ways of being, and allow that to guide them in their lives. It’s no secret; it’s not the way our culture teaches us to live. Feminine equals weak or stupid or value-less. My decision to reject these ridiculous notions was nothing less than anarchy.
Learning to trust myself over all others has absolutely been a feminine journey. Learning to listen quietly when my impulse is to demand answers has absolutely been a feminine journey. Allowing myself to feel my feelings of sadness, anger, fear, grief and rage has been a feminine journey, too. These are all things that are suppressed in our culture.
But actually offering what I have learned to others…now THAT takes some ovaries (they’ve been making noises at me through out this process, by the way!) Being pregnant with this information, then going through the labor to birth it, then presenting it Thursday night has been nothing short of a feminine miracle.
I came into my room yesterday, where I have an altar to Great Mother, and upon entering the scent of jasmine incense wafted into my awareness. I paused to look at the incense burner; nothing there. I asked my husband and children if they had burned incense, and they said no, they thought I had been (they smelled it, too!) This is the second time in several days this has happened to me; a mysterious scent of something that does not exist in the physical reality of the space has asserted itself. I wonder if, like the scent of roses signifies the presence of the Divine Mother, of the scent of jasmine also portrays Her blessing?
The choice to offer “Faces of Her” has begun its magic…I am already different, MORE than I was before the class. In the decision to offer what I’ve learned to other women, I have opened some blessed door within myself, and She is working Her way with me!
A second class has been created due to popular demand! Starts this Tuesday, Feb, 23 at 7pm eastern. Join us!
