I refer to myself, in polite company, as a recovering Catholic. A woman who was told from the time she could understand English that my anatomy meant I had ZERO access to the Divine. I was to spend my life beating my breast to win forgiveness because the end of Eden was ALL MY FAULT. Actually, I think the punishment for eating the apple wasn't exile - it was laundry. Because right up until then - there was no such things as clothes & women have pretty much been doing the laundry ever since. But I digress.

When I am around Humans I trust - I can embrace my true spirituality & claim the titles Crone, Witch, Wise Woman. I walk with the love of The Divine every day. He/She/They have always been with me. I never did need the church to access that love.

Great piece! Thank you for sharing.