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Several of my recent posts have been about the Self, including “What Exactly is the Self?” in which I wrote, “The Self is the sum of all of our parts, and holistically, it is greater than the sum of all […]

By Karen Ethelsdattar I want you to look at yourself in the mirror & say “& God created Woman & she is good” I want you to look at yourself in the mirror & say “God is a Woman” I […]

Listen to your Fairy Godmother’s advice Take personal responsibility. While it would be nice to clean up our messes and issues with one wave of her wand, we have to be willing to take the journey she invites us on. […]

Who is The Fairy Godmother? “The Fairy Godmother is an enchantress, a holy sacred mother of the ancient mysteries. She ushers in what we think we do not know or cannot have or dare not express. She offers us gifts […]

  Like most women, I can’t help but notice the parts of myself that have slumped and sagged as I’ve aged. The bags under my eyes now have over-night valises of their own. The veins in my legs and on […]

Imagine a woman Until we imagine something, it remains an impossibility. Once imagined, it becomes our experience. Imagine a woman who loves herself. A woman who gazes with loving kindness upon her past and present, body and needs, ideas and […]

  By Joyce Rothman Low self esteem and the desperate need for approval has plagued me since childhood. Never thinking I was enough, surely everyone else knew better than me what I should do or how I needed to act. […]

  By Alicia Keys For as long as I can remember, I’ve hidden myself. It might have started in school when I realized that I caught on to things a little quicker, and teachers started to show slight favor to […]

By Doris Jeanette A clear distinction between being attractive and sexy became clear to me while going over the final version of a book I am working on, “Safe and Sane: Heart-felt Answers for the Pain You Feel.” It is […]

by Terry Wolverton Submit your eyes to the unfolding textures of pre-dawn light. Utter the riotous syllables of leaves. Relinquish regret; scatter ashes to wind. Run in green spaces; fall in green grass. Rise up. Run farther. Enter a continuum […]