My type of feminine energy has been ‘out of fashion’ since the 1980s when women

watercolor by N.Wait 1984

started going to the gym. Okay, before that. Okay, maybe it was never in fashion. Because no woman in her right mind would want to emulate my fey, other worldly type, seemingly at the mercy of others, who collapsed physically, mentally and emotionally at the first sign of aggression towards her. But of course I wasn’t in my right mind. Or my ‘wrong’ mind either. I wasn’t in my mind at all. I was in my heart. So that I could experience being bruised and battered and broken, without ever wanting revenge.

So that one day I would come to know that betrayal is sacred. That is the energy I have come here to anchor. The energy of sacred betrayal that comes with a heart-centered consciousness.

I couldn’t speak about it for many years. Which is why I am still working on the sequel to my first memoir, the one I began twenty years ago. It’s a story in three parts about surrender, and coming out the other side. Part one, The Clearing Ground, still brings up shame and embarrassment. (Which is apparently still in my energy field!)

I will persevere through this weakness. Because I remember the day back in 1987 when I heard the angels laughing at me. Such a sweet, tender, caring laugh it was. Like the tinkling of bells!

The Divine Feminine wears many faces… One of my favorites is this copy I made of the Mask of Warka, known as the ‘Mona Lisa of Mesopotamia,’ and the ‘Lady of Uruk,’ sculpted 5,500 years ago, one of the earliest known depictions of the human face. She who see’s all, without judgement, daring you to peer into her bottomless depths.