“God may be in the details, but the goddess is in the questions.
Once we begin to ask them, there is no turning back.” – Gloria Steinem
It has been a long time since I shared anything on this platform. Although one has been busy with lots of other engagements, we have not neglected to give daily reverence to the divine feminine in all Her forms, material and spiritual, mythical and metaphysical. There is so much to unpack here, there is not enough time or words that could adequately equate to the weight of the timeless subject of the Mothership. For now, I can only say that we have been blessed since birth. We are privileged to even be born into this realm with all its faults, its wars, strife, its idiosyncratic anomalies – the joys and the pains. What we do know for sure is that there is a shared nativity, we are all born of Mothers.
The most ancient history/herstory of many peoples features distinctive depictions of women being worshipped as either conduits to divine beings or beings linked to the very meaning of life. Reverence to celestial and terrestrial mothers has followed humanity from as far back as we can recall, either through arts, cultures, rituals, and religions. The paradox in all this is that even today, women still appear to be a mystery to most men, and even to many women themselves.
But why is this so? What could be so mysterious or enigmatic about certain members of the human race that does not pertain to others? Have we not evolved way past the old feminist and masculinist dichotomies or polarities, especially in this disruptive age called the 21st century? Perhaps we have evolved, but then again the imbalances that still appear to divide and cause animosities, misunderstanding, and inequity among us show us that we are still far from the ideal. Bayothini oGogo uma besibona sinjena? Imithandazo yabo singasho yini ukuthi seyaphenduleka, noma nabo basalindile?