Ginuap As Goddess

I imagine ...

She walks among us. Still The Void, yet she thinks herself into being and travels from her home between fire and ice. Nothing becomes Something and She is bright and awesome.

She is a sister to chat with about troubles. She is the Hag who does not turn the other cheek. She is the Grandmother who gives advice. She is the caring Mother who offers comfort, yet encourages independence. She is the Queen, overflowing with power and willing to direct it wisely. She is the child, innocent and filled with joy.

In the guise of a woman, she walks the world taller than most, wider than most. She takes her space. She is a Giant Maid, draped in a cloak deep as the blue sky right before it turns to black. Her hair is thick flaxen gold and falls to her knees; her warm, kind eyes are violet.

She is strong beyond measure yet gentle to all with good hearts. All creation adores her, drawn to her like a lover. Cats, wolverines, blue jays, raccoons and crows are called to her side.

She comes to teach women, but also herself ... Life learning from life. She opens the door to intuition, to calling power up and through ourselves, stirring our creativity. Reminding us of the Gap, Womb, Void that she is. How to draw strength in every aspect of our lives.

To those with hearts free of malice, She is loyal, wise and loving. She is abundant, fertile with creation. She knows we've all chosen our individual journeys before this life and blesses us in both happiness and sorrow. We are invited to borrow her energy; but we're only drawing on the conduit of Life within us.