My fingers grazed the line, “At the very dawn of religion, God was a woman. Do you remember?”
Every cell in my body remembers.
Before do what you were told.
Before all the stories I accepted as true without ever asking who wrote them.
Before subordination, and logic, and Trump, and starving children, and war.
Before all of that — something, somewhere, deep in my body, says yes.
It's both ancient and obvious.
I keep thinking about the way that question flows: Do you remember? Not do you know. Not do you believe. Not do you have the evidence. Those are questions for our mind — and our mind, bless it, perhaps it has been so busy keeping everything running that it hasn't had a spare minute to consider.
God was a woman, too.
My son said something to me recently that has stayed: “Mom, imagine if people thought God looked like a dog. Or a snake. Or a tree. How good we'd treat dogs and snakes and trees.”
I sat with that for days…
We don't just worship what we picture as holy. We protect it, we treat it like it matters. And for many women, we were handed a history that includes a different shape – one kind of body, one version of holy.
Which means every woman who wasn't shown that shape had to go looking for it herself.
So I'll hand to you what that book asked me: Do you remember?
I want to journey with women who feel what I feel when I read this line. Greece — the stories, landscapes, sacred places. Exploring what we've inherited, what we've forgotten, and what we might remember together.
If you want to know more about walking that ground together, the details are here ♡
—Shari xx
Quote source unknown. Photography of women by Jade Beall. Personal photos from Greece.
