Divine Feminine wisdom for a world gone mad

If we’ve lived differently before, we can choose to do it again.

Sometimes a memory hits me out of the blue.

It’s the year 2000, and I’m sitting in a Mexican dive bar, a block off of Chicago’s Michigan Avenue. I’m steadily working my way through a pack of cigarettes and one too many margaritas, in deep conversation with a friend from work.

I tell him I won’t be satisfied with my life unless I’ve done something big and important, something that makes the world a better place. He laughs good-naturedly at this and asks me why. Isn’t it enough to work hard, have a family, and raise them well in a nice home?

I’m a little envious of his low standards, even as I find myself piously looking down on them. Not good enough, I tell him. I have to do more.

“More,” however, was a vague concept that never really got more detailed. I dreamed of quitting my job in PR and doing something more worthwhile. I thought a lot about teaching overseas. I fantasized about adopting children from impoverished countries.

Instead, I moved to California and started my own company. I tried to create a positive work environment, and I donated money to charities that promoted women’s career opportunities and girls’ education. Instead of adopting children, I had two of my own. In many ways, my life has looked a lot like the one my friend described, the one I was so dismissive of when I was in my early 20s.

At the time, I didn’t understand that my need to save the world came from a sense of inadequacy and a desire to prove my own self-worth, with a dose of white savior complex added in for good measure. Those discoveries would take another decade and a half to sink in.

The memory of that conversation returned to me on a recent morning walk around my neighborhood. The world looks a lot different than it did back then, and the stakes seem so much higher now. I see fear, anger, and misinformation everywhere I look. I see lines drawn in the sand and an absolute refusal to listen to anyone with a different viewpoint. I can only take so much of the news before I sink into rage and hopelessness, which doesn’t seem to be helping anyone, either.

Instead, I’ve been reading about the racism of well-meaning white folks. I’ve been learning how the feminist movement has changed since my own time in graduate school. And I’ve been considering how spiritual communities and personal transformation can be places to hide from the harsh realities of the world. Once again, I’ve been thinking about how I can contribute to a better world and questioning what my contribution should be.

I thought I had this all figured out. When I chose to sell my company and focus on researching and writing about Divine Feminine wisdom traditions, my purpose seemed crystal clear: I felt a responsibility to bring this ancient wisdom back to the forefront. Every time I tune into the news, though, the doubt creeps in. What do ancient spiritual traditions that predate written records have in common with this messy, unbelievably cruel world we inhabit today? Quite possibly nothing — which, I’m realizing, is exactly why they may be relevant and useful to our current predicament.

There is nothing in our culture today that exists outside of the “imperialist white supremacist capitalist patriarchy,” to use the term coined by feminist theorist and activist bell hooks. We cannot find any corner that hasn’t been tainted by it, including and especially our spiritual traditions.

If we’ve lived differently before, we can choose to do it again.

In her book Radical Dharma, Reverend angel Kyodo williams notes this very challenge when employing Buddhist methodology to provide liberation from systemic racism. This methodology was still “forged within the very same constructs it seems to undermine: orientations toward divide and conquer, competition over cooperation, power over rather than with us and them,” writes williams.

We need no institution to tell us what to do, and we need no savior outside of ourselves.

This is one reason why I find looking backwards to our ancient origins to be so intriguing. Have we ever lived outside of a repressive patriarchal system? Has there ever been a time when we as human beings were not hell-bent on hierarchy and elevating the rights of one group at the expense of others? Have we ever resolved our differences without violence on a massive scale? If you’re willing to look far enough in our past, the historical record of our ancestors, who also revered the feminine as sacred, indicates that the answer is yes, which gives me hope. If we’ve lived differently before, we can choose to do it again.

Granted, the research that’s been done on ancient goddess-worshipping traditions has still been conducted within the same societal framework we’re in now. It’s also mostly been conducted by white women, which limits its lens. But what the hell — it’s a place to start.

Sometimes it feels like everything is coming apart at the seams. Polls consistently indicate that trust levels in our government, our news media, our financial institutions, and our healthcare system were at historic lows even before the last presidential election. Our religious institutions, too, seem to be rocked by scandals almost daily. If we can’t trust anyone, in whom do we put our faith?

Ourselves. My study of Divine Feminine wisdom traditions has taught me that our relationship with the Divine is inherently personal. We need no institution to tell us what to do, and we need no savior outside of ourselves. Instead, we need to get quiet and begin really listening to the Divinity that lives within each of us.

She has also taught me about the power and beauty in darkness. The Divine Feminine is the great void, the blackest of nights. In this darkness, light is born. Our moments of personal and cultural darkness are also ripe with promise. The challenge is to lean into the darkness with courage and to trust that there is light waiting to emerge. This means believing that we were all made to live in these times and are completely capable of navigating them with heart and bravery.

Humanity has celebrated the winter solstice, the darkest night of the year, for thousands of years — not because of the darkness, but because it marks the return of the light. This reflects another powerful lesson I’ve learned from the Divine Feminine: honoring the cyclical, circular nature of life.

The circle, or spiral, began appearing in conjunction with ancient Goddess worship more than 20,000 years ago. Archeologist Marija Gimbutas described it as a symbol of regeneration. It appears on Neolithic pottery, covering the bodies of female statues, and features prominently in the art of Minoan Crete — a highly advanced, female-centric culture that flourished around 1500 BC.

The spiral not only reflected the cyclical rhythms of nature — birth, death, rebirth — it may also have signified a completely different experience of time, one in which human beings were not immune from these cycles of nature, as we tend to think of ourselves now.

The perceived loss of something always creates space for new possibilities.

“What we call the beginning is often the end, and to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from,” writes T.S. Eliot in his poem “Little Gidding.” This does not mean we don’t mourn what has died or appears to be dying. Instead, the Divine Feminine has taught me to step away from the news, put my feet on the ground, and take a deep breath — recognizing that all of life is ruled by natural rhythms. The perceived loss of something always creates space for new possibilities. Always.

This may seem like an easy way to dismiss terrible shit by simply saying “bad things will happen,” but I don’t see it that way. There’s no inflection point in a circle, no room for efforts based on ego or savior complexes. Recognizing the natural rhythm of life also puts me and my contributions in their proper place — in the context of a deeply interconnected web of life that is larger than us all.

In the end, perhaps this is the biggest lesson I’ve learned that the chain-smoking, 24-year-old version of me didn’t know all those years ago: The world is not mine to save. All I can do is bring the best version of myself to meet the needs of this particular moment. The wisdom of the Sacred Feminine will show me the way.


Liz Childs Kelly

Liz Childs Kelly is a Sacred Feminine researcher and educator.

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