It's an exciting time to be a woman. A time to share freely our gifts with those we love and the world at large, a time to delight and radiate our natural beauty, a time to love with the fullness of our hearts while staying deeply connected to the core of who-we-really-are.
We've short-changed our boys and men by defining masculinity in such a way as to constrict the complex essence of their humanity. Criticizing masculinity doesn't mean pitting males against females. Masculinity is not exclusive to men. We all carry its qualities.
Confidence is one of the sexiest things in a woman, many men say; but it's deeper than confidence. What men are really picking up on when they see a woman with that gleam in her eyes, that sultry smile on her face, is the self-awareness of sensuality.
I valued being independent but hated the thought that my options were to either let my relationship define me (from my grandmother's generation) or be so tough I only attracted a man who followed me around like a lost puppy (the wounded feminine from my mother's generation).
I have always been drawn to a God who eluded me. A God who transcends gender -- transcends everything, actually. A God who rebels against all forms, annihilates conceptual constructs, blows my mind. In other words, a God I can't believe in.
All life is connected to what is called a web of life. In our modern day world, we have disconnected ourselves from nature, and this is causing illness on physical and emotional levels as well as impacting the health of the planet itself.
Now, standing alone in the middle of this empty floor, I noticed that all of the interesting life seemed to be going on outside of me, outside the windows. It did not begin as a feeling of loneliness, but rather a feeling of solitude.
Three magical women are captivating, because they transcend the simple positive/negative dichotomy. They aren't enemies in a "good witch" v. "bad witch" scenario, but are a force to be reckoned with as a collective.
I was ten years old sitting in Sunday school trying to make sense of the stories we were reading, which the teacher explained were considered to be "God's word." I couldn't get the echo of his comment out of my head, "God's word?" God writes? God's published?
The practice of Shabbat is not only a spiritual response to the timeless commandment given to my ancestors to keep the Sabbath holy. It is a political act. I am keeping the Sabbath radical. That too is my heritage.