Home of the Goddess

It was yesterday’s sunny, cool morning that I noticed it for the first time. I was sweeping the upstairs terraza with an old broom when I looked in that direction, toward the plaza not very far away.

The church steeple had never been visible from here before, but a terrific storm uprooted a third of the plaza trees some weeks back, so there it was revealed before me: the Home of the Goddess.

And I like that.

No matter where you see a church in this troubled world, it’s the Home of the Goddess. People give her different names, and they invent different stories about her and bind their stories in Holy Books, and they usually make her a man, a silly error.

But she cares neither about being mistaken for a man nor the Holy Books.

She is above all that.

You step into these Homes of the Goddess anywhere in the world, and you feel better about yourself because that’s what the Goddess does. Gives you hope. If you don’t feel better, you’re either deranged, bull-headed or both.

You don’t have to believe their Holy Books or the details of their old yarns which, as I said, almost invariably make the Goddess a guy, preferably with a beard.

Just sit there a spell, and let the Goddess do her work. She is beautiful.

It’s good that now I can see the Home of the Goddess from my hammock.

16 thoughts on “Home of the Goddess”

  1. I made a similar point the other day. My only addition would be that The Eternal is not solely for our own gratification, though it is that, too. What we receive we are to share with love — a step that religions tend to wrap around their axle.

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  2. Awesome! The cemetery of the little community close to our place in Canada was stripped clean of the tall timber a few years back by a tornado. It will be a lifetime before trees that size will come back and I feel privileged to have known them.

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    1. Carole: Well, at least now I can see the church steeple. What happened on that day in our plaza is something of a mystery. It looks like a tornado might have touched down momentarily (just a block and a half from our house!), but nobody seems to have witnessed the actual event. Everybody was holed in in their houses on the plaza. It was very quick.

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  3. Structurally, Mexican construction is superior for withstanding earthquakes and twisters with brick and reinforced concrete with rebar. In Florida twisters hop, skip and jump all over the place.

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