My Dark Goddess NEEDS His Bright God

My gods are the different aspects of Nature. I see my darker side in the pitch black of the Dark Moon. The brightness exists in my triumphs, smiles, friends, family… in my lover’s touch. My spirituality and my writing linger somewhere in between. I believe everything contains a bit of everything else, which is why I don’t see the gods as individual entities. To me, they are—and will always be—The Old Ones: a balanced ONE made of two complimenting halves.

And when I think about The God… Oh! I see all the wild things that remind me that I’m a woman who craves to be touched, wanted, and loved by her man.

I’ve always known that my truest self embraces the darker aspects of The Goddess—nothing evil, just mysterious enough to make most people shy away from it: blood, sex, the uncanniness of death. I think of my likes as very natural. Don’t all animals bleed, have carnal desires, and eventually travel to the Summerland? Yet, even my darkish optimistic self understands that my mind can be a scary place; it needs balance. I’ve found it in my writing, some of my family, my friends, and most of all, I’ve found it in my Piano Man.

My Dark Goddess NEEDS His Bright God. One cannot exist—at least not in my soul—without the other. I believe that the power of The Old Ones—the opposite forces that exist in all living things—truly thrives when both aspects are embraced. I said once that I’ve been guilty of neglecting The God, but I should take that back—I just didn’t know what my goddess’s god looked like. Silly, I know, for he has been with me all this time.

I acknowledge the male aspect of Nature in the smiles of the males in my life: my nephew (who is more like my son), my father, my brothers, guy friends, and in everything masculine. I celebrate The Wild God in the arms of my Piano Man. In the sounds that escape my mouth when he touches me; in the way he holds me when we sleep, in our daily 1313 ‘I love yous’; in the fact that his brightness accepts and embraces the darkness that lives in me.

I’m officially welcoming The Wild God into my life; even if I now recognize that He has always been with ME.  

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12 comments:

  1. Such a sexy, fun, and inspiring post!!

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  2. *Fanning myself* Well that is quite a post to get you going in the morning! Wheww!!!! ;-)

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  3. Lilac - TeeHee ;-)

    Diandra - ;-D

    Mama's Thyme - WoooHooo for the heat!

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  4. Oh girl, said with such beautiful conviction. You are such a kindred to my soul. Nothing in this life exists without its opposite. Sacred heat and sexuality is as natural as the breath in our lungs. How can we know light if we do not know the darkness.

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  5. I think we are natural women; people who have figured out that nature is made of many wonderful (and sometimes mildly terrible) things.

    It must be witchy thing ;-D

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  6. Well now.....* is it hot in here?!* I need to get Mr. LJ to celebrate the Wild God with me later. ;)

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  7. My Piano Man and I have been celebrating for a while. We are really devout to this kind of ritual lol

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  8. My Piano Man and I have been celebrating for a while. We are really devout to this kind of ritual lol

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  9. I think we are natural women; people who have figured out that nature is made of many wonderful (and sometimes mildly terrible) things.

    It must be witchy thing ;-D

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  10. I'm with Mama's Thyme!

    Loved this post.  I feel similarly about MacGyver.  We are very much opposite and yet very much intertwined.  We pull each other in new directions, and at the same time center each other.

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  11. There is something about those other halves that come into our lives and all of a sudden we realize that we are amazing together. 

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