Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is.

... in the end, Goddess is just a word. It simply means the divine in female form.

Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always.

So few people know what they're capable of.

I often went to Catholic mass or Eucharist at the Episcopal church, nourished by the symbol and power of this profound feeding ritual. It never occurred to me how odd it was that women, who have presided over the domain of food and feeding for thousands of years, were historically and routinely barred from presiding over it in a spiritual context. And when the priest held out the host and said, "This is my body, given for you," not once did I recognize that it is women in the act of breastfeeding who most truly embody those words and who are also most excluded from ritually saying them.

It's your time to live, don't mess it up.

I sit in my new room and write everything down. My heart never stops talking.