Herbal Ezine --  Wise Woman Wisdom
April 2005
Volume 5 Number 4
    Bookmark and Share        

What's Inside Weed Wanderings this Month...


The Goddess Speaks ...
The Goddess Ungirdled:
Encounters with the Sacred Feminine

by Lisa Sarasohn
author of The Woman's Belly Book:

The Goddess Ungirdled: Encounters with the Sacred Feminine
by Lisa Sarasohn

I came home the other night to find the Black Madonna in my kitchen. She’s inspecting my oven.

“Hello,” I say.

“Your oven’s a mess.”

“I know, I—”

“Don’t bother with excuses, I’ve heard them all.” She takes a carrot out of her pocket and holds it up to the light. “By the way, where are your pearls?”

“They’re upstairs.”

“Go get them.”

Enchanted Art by Jessica Galbreth She’s munching the carrot as I climb the stairs.

Kali of India, Isis of Egypt, Mexico’s Virgin of Guadalupe, Yemaya of Africa, the Black Madonna. The Dark Goddess is an image of the Power of Being—the force creating, sustaining, and regenerating the world. An icon of the Sacred Feminine, she’s Mother of the Universe, Star of the Sea. She elbows her way into our awareness these days through story, image, dream.

Who is she? She’s matter infused with spirit, the holy immersed in and shining through the everyday. She’s the nourishment our souls are craving. She’s the satisfaction we spend our whole lives seeking.

Upstairs, I open my dresser drawer, lift the lid of my jewelry box. Nothing. I search the whole room. Nothing. Empty handed, I return to the kitchen.

“Of course you can’t find your pearls,” she says. “You hid them.”

“Where?” I ask. “I don’t remember.”

She sighs. “Last time, you pawned them for a television. I had to go all the way to 59th Street to get them back for you. Time before that, you gave them away to the window blind salesman ringing your doorbell. I had to visit with his mama to get them back for you.

“You know, girl, those pearls didn’t come cheap. They didn’t come from the dollar store or out of a mail-order catalog. Your mama gave you those pearls.” I wince, she nods. “Yes, your mama gave them to you when you were born. They were her mother’s, and her mother’s mother’s before that, going all the way back to when they were mine, when I was Ocean Woman, deep-sea diver, at home in the African tides.
“Now you’ve hidden your pearls and you don’t remember where. Can’t say I’m surprised. You hid them in a place you’re too ashamed to look.”

“Where’s that?”

She puts her hands on her hips. “Would you believe me if I told you?”

I take a glass down from the cabinet and pour myself a drink of water from the pitcher on the counter. When I turn back to reply, she’s gone.

What do you want? What are your dreams and desires? Something along the lines of vitality, sexual pleasure, confidence? Loving relationships, creative expression, intuitive knowing? Sense of purpose, enduring self-respect, a sense of wholeness?

Although our consumer culture would like us to believe otherwise, these words name qualities of the soul, not products we can buy.

Enchanted Art by Jessica GalbrethThese words name qualities of the soul. We don’t find them upstairs in the intellect. We find them as we live in the center of our lives, at the hearth, in the kitchen, the fire of our passion burning a clean flame. We find them in our bodies, in the place we may be too ashamed to look.

I eat my dinner in front of the television, wash the dishes, go upstairs to get ready for bed. And there she is, the Black Madonna, rifling through my drawers.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Look at this!” She’s waving my newest “tummy shaper,” a slenderizing spandex panty I wear so my stomach won’t bulge out of my skirts and slacks. She holds it up, one edge between her thumb and index finger as if any more contact would contaminate her. “Can you breathe when you wear this thing?”

“Not very well. But at least my belly doesn’t pooch out of my clothes.”

“Well, that’s convenient, I suppose. When you don’t breathe deeply, you don’t feel. When you don’t allow yourself to feel, you cut yourself off from what you know, your instincts, your soul-power. Put this band around your belly and you abandon yourself. The place where you’ve hidden your pearls? You wipe it off the map.”

Women and men through time and across the globe have known the body’s center, the belly, to be the site of our soul-power. They’ve developed traditions of dance, spiritual practice, and healing rites to cultivate the Source Energy concentrated in our body’s core. They’ve honored the body’s center and its pro-creative power with names such as Sea of Vitality, Throne of the Creator, Energy Garden, and Gate of the Mysterious Female. In ancient myth, ritual, and sacred image woman’s belly is a goddess.

I gasp. “I can’t let people see me with my belly round rather than flat. Look at the fashion magazines! The movie stars! The ads for diet plans and fitness equipment! I grew up playing dress-up with Barbie. Women aren’t supposed to let our stomachs show. It’s embarrassing!”

“Honey, take it from me, your belly is sacred, not shameful. It’s where I live. It’s where you’ve hidden your pearls.

“You sign yourself over to several multi-million dollar industries every time you look in the mirror and try to suck your belly in, wishing it would go away. Your “tummy-shaper”? It’s an instrument of social control. Wear it and you’re cooperating with your own oppression. If you want to find your pearls again, you’ll ungirdle yourself and give yourself room to breathe.”

I lay myself down to sleep. The Black Madonna comes to my bedside, places her right hand on my belly. Her hand feels warm, radiates tenderness. Tension melts away. Breath goes deep into my body. My belly rises and falls like an ocean wave. Now I feel her left hand resting on my heart, golden light circles through my body in the orbit between her hands. I feel at peace, at home. I dream of deep-sea diving, finding treasure.

Lisa Sarasohn is author of The Woman’s Belly Book and the Honoring Your Belly instructional DVD video

Honor your belly!! Discover your treasure with in with Lisa Sarasohn

The Woman's Belly Book:
Finding Your True Center for More EnergyWoman's Belly Book: Finding Your True Center for More Energy, Confidence, and Pleasure by Lisa Sarasohn
by Lisa Sarasohn
Woman's Belly Book: Finding Your True Center for More Energy, Confidence, and Pleasure by Lisa Sarasohn ~~ Your body's center, your belly, is home to your core life force. It's the site of your soul power, the source of your passion and creativity, your intuition and sense of purpose, your courage and confidence. The Woman's Belly Book presents inspiring information, playful activities, and power-centering exercises to kindle the life energy concentrated in your body's core. Are you ready? Honor your belly and activate your Source Energy. Enjoy!

Retails for $15.95

"This warm and friendly book is filled with womb wisdom, belly laughs, gut feelings, and pelvic power. It is--as subtitled--a guide to buried treasure. I recommend it highly."
--Susun Weed

Read a review

Order THE WOMEN'S BELLYBOOK in our Bookshop

Honoring Your Belly DVD Video
This fun and instructional DVD video with Lisa Sarasohn is much more than a set of conventional stomach exercises. This dynamic sequence of belly-energizing moves draws from the wisdom of yoga and other healing arts. Use this 35-minute DVD video to learn these moves, enacting a rite for reconsecrating our womanhood and animating ancient symbols of the Sacred Feminine. Price: $29.95 plus shipping


Weed Wanderings herbal ezine is sponsored by www.susunweed.com and www.wisewomanbookshop.com

New Menopausal Years the Wise Woman Way

©Susun Weed -Wise Woman Center
~ Disclaimer & Privacy Policy ~