A WOMAN’S SOUL
With March celebrating Women’s History Month, here’s an intimate look into a woman’s soul. Instead of choosing someone notorious out of the stream of many amazing women spanning through eons of time, it is my feminine experience, where story and spirit influence and shape my world, that steps forward to write.
The following is an essay, submitted and accepted for publication, in the Spring, 2026 issue of the literary journal “The Quill of the Goddess.”
With pen in hand, a pause of reflection enters my space where the past meets the present. It is here where I find myself deeply connected to the stories of women throughout the ages, stowed away in secrecy with quill by candlelight, writing their innermost truths when speaking up wasn’t possible. Flashing forward to current time, we women still find ourselves living in a world out of balance surrounded by a whirlwind of yang energy. After a long sigh, I whisper under my breath, “If I were a Goddess, what would I do? My inner voice answers, “I am a Goddess.”
The moment these words emerge from my depth, I spot a Siberian husky walking down the street. This regal creature of wolf-like appearance is a wake-up call to remember that the Goddess courses through my veins. Just like that, I am remembering the mythical wisdom stored in ancestral memory. Artemis lives in me as an untamed, primal spirit protector living on purpose, both nurturing and capable of unleashing ferocity. I am a lady of wild things, one of countless wild women walking upon the earth in these catastrophic times knowing that it is time to Rise Up for the sake of the pack, and future generations.
Standing on the precipice of birthing change, amidst a fractured world having lost its way, many of us are clearing the pathway, trusting in Spirit that pulses through the seed of life and its natural origin cycles. We are building a backbone of trusting these turning times beyond limited outer sight.
A few years ago, I was awakened from deep sleep in the middle of the night by the spirit of Joan of Arc. Her visitation and message traveled straight to my heart. “It’s time to gather the Army of Love.” She was referring to the women of the world. Years following this experience, a resonant soul sister confided in me that she too received a similar message. Hearing this felt like an arrow hitting a bullseye target.
Connecting with the power of vision & voice beyond the earth realm was not something completely foreign to me having surfed the cosmos through meditation for many years. Even still, I found myself unable to access how to integrate the enormity of this sacred transmission. For years, I had quietly promised myself to trust, commit to, and develop the practice of inner listening. Here was the heart of spirit being served up in such a powerful way, and all I could tap into was the feeling of being inadequate and incapable of responding.
One day, out of the fog, a spiral connection cracked open plunking me back on a trail of an experience that transformed my life focus. The year was 1997. I was 40 years young when I first heard the call of the divine feminine lineage. The calling arrived in the form of inspiration to create a deeply personal ritual to collect, witness, and commune with my monthly flowing blood in a clear glass jar. After a couple weeks of doing so, I was struck one evening, under the radiance of the moon, to honor myself as a woman. Retreating outside, I dug a small hole in the moist midnight soil. Pouring my menstrual blood into Mother Earth, I invoked a spontaneous prayer asking to receive knowledge about the mystery of women’s power. Seconds later, the word “MaWombA” began pulsing through the canal of my right ear. For quite awhile, I chanted transfixed while feeling the sense that women all over the world were joining me.
This transformational experience reawakened ancient remembrance. Along the way, I learned that in West African ancient creation myths, ‘Mawu’ is known as the Great Goddess of the Universe. She is viewed as the elderly wise woman, Supreme Being, who gives birth to form through clay. This awareness landed in my lap shrouded in mystery and intrigue. MaWombA was having its way with me through the power of synchronicity. Just like the fierce Dahomey Amazon women of the 17th to 19th centuries, I was in the midst of creating palm-size clay figurines of women in devotion to the Great Mother Power of the Divine Feminine, and communing with them daily for strength and fortitude. Retelling this story holds as much power now as it did all those years ago. I know this because truth-bumps on my skin are telling me so. I wonder, as I share this intimate story, what you might be thinking. Whatever it’s is, I hope it stirs you.
In this moment, I draw you close in sacred sister kinship as you read the rest of my heart’s unearthing. Alongside the vibrations of the wayward system derailing, there’s a wave. I know you can feel it. We Goddesses are being called to Rise Up to fulfill our part in the human design. No more hiding away. No more waiting. Sacred Mystery is at work beneath the surface. Our attunement points to a New World emerging.
Rebirth is at hand. A new season of our lives is taking shape. Women are the light of the world showing the way. Stability is rooted interconnectedness with our Mother Earth. Empowerment is essential in owning our bodies and setting our boundless spirits free. We are being asked from the Heart of Spirit to Trust the Unknown.
As women, we know intuitively how to birth. We know about deep breathing, surrendering, trust, and holding space wide open. Biological mothers or not, we are all midwives for our precious Earth Mother. We are a powerful energy containing seeds of love and remembrance. Our wombs are rhythmic water drums of wisdom, power, beauty and grace for the circle of life. With courage through harmony and union we merge, with Mother Earth and the Ancient Ones in the sky, our way forward in support of the awakening pathway of transformation.
With every breath, every step, every choice, it is essential that we embody our thread in the tapestry. To carry on the lineage of the Goddess is why we are here. Our souls know the way. When We Women Unite, we crack open the seeds of potency and possibility. The nectar of beauty, blessing, resilience, and resourcefulness magnifies. Weaving the depth of being, seeing, feeling, we discuss and resolve matters of the heart. As our wisdom ways continue to root, rise, and expand, we weave the fulfillment of our sacred earth walk.
Sisters, keep on dusting off your quills, visions and dreams dedicated to healing the Womb of the World, and revealing the New Horizon. The only question to ask of our Goddess-imbued soul memory is “What is mine to do?” In this Great Turning, we must remember who we are, and what we came here to be. Know what track you’re on. Stay awake, be wise, and discerning. When the world gets you down, ask Spirit to lift you up, and show you the way.
In this time of critical Rising, we must keep on believing in the Women’s Pathway of Purpose and Potentiality. Listening deeply within our soulseeds, for our sacred instructions from the Heart of One, we must continue to emerge from our cocoons. Respecting ourselves through the winds of change, we must speak our Truth with passion walking our path with Courage.
This Great Turning threshold calls for forward movement with bold, courageous, action. It is Our Time to be seen and heard in order to influence and shape the future. Peace in dark times comes from responding to Spirit’s call, honoring inner messages, nurturing inner strength, and believing in the visions we carry. In the belly New Life is Rebirthing.
In closing, I offer a potent quote from a recent clay customer. Lori’s words ring true for me and you. “This is the time to seed our authentic selves, and truly claim the sacred work we came to do.” Together We Rise!!!!
Until next time,
May the potency of Spring Equinox ripple through, and around you, in wondrous ways.
May your path shine bright!
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