Diary of a Female Supplicant (a story)

Diary of a Female Supplicant

My mother and I went to the women’s temple when I first bled. She was proud to show off her beautiful daughter. Her respectful daughter. Her smart daughter. Her daughter-woman now.

And in the loving arms of the Goddess, this wasn’t seen as prideful or wrong for her to feel. And was an act of love for the Goddess, not parading her child for marriage or service to men. I was an avatar of the power of the Goddess. I was child of the oh so powerful Goddesses.

And in the temple, I learned about the power of women in the divine, in the community and in myself and my family. I was lifted up, not made to submit to anyone in the world who would have me.

We sat and we ate and talked about our lives. About how we were treated and perceived by the world. And we laughed, and sang with each other in our moments of prayer. Fearing nothing, when in the embrace of the Goddess. We could be immodest, we could commune genuinely. And we did.

And we could serve the community with what we had and be revered for it. We cooked and sewed for the poor. We cared for the ill and dying. We raised the babies and children. And were seen as the expression of the Goddess.

And we saw to the safety and education of our sisters, when men would have us denied these.

We were women, who had power of our own. We were women who had our own stories. And we were loved by the sacred feminine, by the female divine. Valued for what and who we were. Not shuffled off into a corner of the men’s temple or shamed for our natural states. We were women. And we were powerful in our own right and rites.

Candle, fruit and bread came together to mark out a woman’s faith and journey within. With no shame or fear of harm, in the arms of the Goddesses. We were safe.


Mother of the Light, may you reign as a Goddess of Wisdom within my soul.

Be present for me now and in every moment of eternity.

Take my hand and lead me to the Birthing Light of God within me,

for there shall I find my purpose in life revealed.

Mother, greet me at the door,

embrace me in your loving countenance and smile gently upon me.

As your lost child, give me assurance that your grace is with me always.

All streams spring from the font of your heart.

Your eyes shine as the blue sea into my heart,

and you forever find me worthy of your love.

In the spirit of this revelation, I offer to reveal myself fully to you,

who is my Divine Feminine being, at all times and in all ways.

Amen. by Rev. Maia Chrystine Nartoomid

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