ALTARS TO THE BELOVEDS
...I am an altar to the Beloved that is Source. Every step of my path places itself on the altar of my soul’s devotion…
Each particle of joy, love, guilt, shame, rightness, truth—every strength, every weakness, I place before you, my reader. You are my witness. I am student and teacher. I am wise woman and tiny child. I am human endeavoring to evolve myself, as I endeavor to assist in my small way in humanity’s evolution.
My mother died exactly five years ago today. When I began this book, I was searching for ways to learn to love myself, to build within me a divine mother—the divine feminine—which I felt I knew little about….
As I explored and developed the loving mother within, I began to build and trust my own wisdom….
I experienced being held in the mother darkness, that dark, fathomless well of silence and safety, mystery and enchantment, where dwells a love of such gentleness and such devotion that, even now, it fills me and moves me to tears, as I call it forth.
I have learned so much, yet there is still so much to learn.