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| In 1972 , at 32, I was in a successful feminist marriage, working as a psychologist in a full-time private practice in New York City, doing solid feminist political work in a training/referral and low-cost feminist therapy program for women, designing and crocheting my own clothes as well as doing custom bikinis for sale to private customers. I rode my bicycle 18-24 miles around Central Park 3 or 4 times a week, cooked and baked everything from scratch, was interviewed in print, on the radio and on TV. I read as I walked up and downtown doing my errands, crocheted on lines at the bank or supermarket, dialogued intensely about my feelings with spouse, friends and therapist. And, still, I usually felt horrible about myself. I felt like an imposter: always in imminent danger of being exposed as being worthless, never-enough or else too-much. A severe backache compounded my low-level chronic depression at the same time I discovered there was nothing "more" I could think of to do to prove my worth to the relentless critic inside my head. At that moment I went over the edge. I had one of those 1970's "CLICKS!" I realized that if all I was doing and accomplishing wasn't enough to make me feel OK, no amount of "more" doings could ever do it any better. In that blindingly clear moment, I saw the "swindle" I'd been sold over and over and over again all through my life: the belief that "worthiness," "valuableness," "lovableness" and "OKness" were not intrinsic, not my birthright. Rather, they had to be earned by deeds; that love received "just-for-being" was valueless. The critic-in-my-head had bought that bill of goods and daily resold it to me from the inside of my very own being. In that moment, I felt in my belly a profound realization: if I couldn't feel worthy just-for-being, no amount of doing could ever be enough to give me a dependable sense of value. Underneath all the achievements, accomplishments and applause I would always know and feel a deep sense that any false step could reveal the empty, worthless core of me. The leap into an alternate reality In that moment, (although I would not fully understand it for many years) I took a powerful, empowering leap into an alternate "reality." I began by practicing a different response to the periodically recurring sense that I wasn't "enough." I, each time, risked doing LESS (rather than more) of what I was already doing at the moment I had the feeling of being not-enough. Over the years since that luminous moment, I have been listening more and more fully to the now not-so-faint voice of the Sacred Feminine as it speaks through my deepest self. I am coming to live and move ever more fully in that parallel, sometimes invisible, universe where woman-centered values, ethics and inner-knowings guide my choices. I remember to love myself no matter what anyone else thinks or says about me. I go only as fast as the slowest part of me feels safe to go. I am really kind, gentle and tender with myself. I remember that rest is a sacred act: as significant, productive and meaningful as any other "activity." I remember to listen inward when I feel confused, trusting my body and my belly to let me know what is so for me. And, I keep letting go of all the rules and forms I've been taught when they conflict with what my deep knowing places tell me. Exploring how collaboration unfolds In work a close friend and I have been doing together over the past few years we have been taking what we each have learned inside our own separate experiences of listening inward to our deep selves and begun the incredibly exciting process of exploring how collaboration unfolds in the field of the Sacred Feminine. We discover again and again that old forms and ways (even those that are much honored) feel confining, constricting and deadening. It feels almost impossible to have new things happen through the old forms. We are constantly being taught to create only loose and permeable containers for the work; to be always willing to let go of even provisional form if what comes to fill it takes us somewhere else. We are taught to stay with intentions rather than to be limited by more focussed goals, to stay unattached to outcome and to be willing to range where the energy in the moment takes us. Opening to the energy of the Sacred Feminine Field (and our deep selves) has kept us each and both moving beyond our limited earlier visions: of ourselves, of our collaboration and of the work we are each and both being asked to do each moment. The gestation of this website A profound, unswerving commitment to go only as fast as the slowest part feels safe to go (even when the next step is clear and calling) has made for a three year long gestation cycle in the birth of this special web place. During the long birthing season, the For The Little Ones Inside Catalog and the coaching/therapy/counseling work I do in Ojai and by phone have "held the space." Both have been allowing me to share the still unfolding learnings of this journey of reclaiming the ancient wisdom of the Sacred Feminine with a world-wide, great and always growing number of others who find themselves on the same path to remembering and reclaiming our birthright. |
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