You know Grace, don't you? She's the young woman who is beautiful and smart, but remember back in school how she acted as if she couldn't see her own real self in the mirror? She got herself involved with the worst boys...and then there was the partying that brought out a little bit of the dark side. Eventually all that came to a head and she ended up in some sort of crisis...
When she was older it seemed that she couldn't trust women very easily, and was still using her attractiveness to men to some sort of advantage. But to her friends it seemed like a disadvantage. If she only would bring out all her talents...
Grace was big on being authentic, and so for awhile she dressed in mannish clothes and smoked brown cigarettes. Did her art projects, but always struggled in her marriage. Finally her swagger must have convinced her, because she eventually left and got a real job.
I don't know if it was all the therapy she had, or the church she went to during those days, or her new friends that meditated or what, but a new person began to emerge. It's as if a new person has emerged who remembers her own name. Grace.
Does this story remind you of a transformation you've witnessed? Do you know a Grace? Or are you Grace? I am. This story has a lot of me in it.
When you construct the "good ending" to the story, what is it that has been "saving Grace?" What is the power behind human transformation? Since we are spirited women, let's ask, "What is the power behind transformation of women?"
Over lunch the other day, my dear friend Diane, who went to Morocco recently, told me she was astounded to find that in Moroccan culture there seems to be no experience of "I'm not good enough." Isn't that remarkable? Can you imagine? I have trouble even imagining my life without the "I'm not good enough" voice following me around for so many years.
Diane and I agreed that one reason this experience is missing is that in Moroccan culture girls grow up in a very close community of women that lasts all their lives. Now, this doesn't mean they don't experience other problems like oppression from men. It just means that in their "Red Tent" of the women's community, they are precious and held.
Where the feminine is adorned, honored and cherished in a consistent way, the Divine Feminine can be felt in the heart. Unfortunately in our culture, we are having to retrieve her, hunt her down in the coldness of urban culture, rev her up in moments of romance, and spot her, hidden under the masculine rituals of organized religion.
Finding the Divine Feminine in our hearts is our "saving Grace." It is the way we can save ourselves and our young women from years of spiritual wandering. So let's work together to really be the Sisterhood of the Sacred Scarves, who are on a mission to bring the Divine Feminine alive. It's about saving Grace.