Imagining the Divine . . . as a Woman?

This is a tale of three  statues, and the stories chiselled into them.  It’s a personal story, and it is part of the reawakening of the power of the feminine; more hidden but no less important that the campaigns to bring equality to the workplace or the ballot box.  One hundred years after getting the vote, women still have some catching up to do.  Not least in the area of ultimate authority – the sacred.  It wasn’t always this way.

I wonder what images come to your mind when you think of the Divine.  Who do you turn to when the going gets tough?  To whom (if anyone) do you cast a prayer?

At the church of St Mary’s in Iffley village, near where I live in Oxford, there is a remarkable carving.  It’s not inside the church.  You have to walk around the side to the small south door and look carefully to the left.  And there she is: half horse, half bare-chested woman, offering her breast to her foal, in mid gallop.

I return to this image of a Mother on the hoof regularly.  I love the power and strength of the horse, in combination with the nourishment offered by the breast.  She seems complete in herself, this horse-woman, celebrated in the most natural and beautiful act of feeding the next generation.

Searching for other inspiration, I went to the Imagining the Divine exhibition at the Ashmolean Museum.  I soon tired of reading the academic texts introducing each piece.  This dry information seemed to miss the point of what the artefacts were originally for – worship, evoking wonder.  Instead I wandered, allowing myself to be drawn to what interested me.  Amongst so many gods in different forms, I was searching for glimpses of  the goddess.

On a small side wall in the Buddhism section I found a relief of the head and torso of a powerful woman.  You could see the halo carved above her head, part of a beautiful face, perhaps a hand raised in benison.  Many of the pieces in the exhibition were old, and had pieces missing, so it took me a while to realise.  And then the reality hit me.  Her nose was chiselled off, her face gouged, her breasts brutally hacked off.  Clearly, whoever did this could have smashed the whole piece.  This was somehow worse.  It was an act of conquest that said, Keep your goddess but let her be a shell of her former self.  Now she can no longer bless.  Her compassionate eyes no longer see.  Her breast may no longer give nourishment. We have the power now.  We with our weapons.  Be afraid.

I forget the details of which tribe did this to whom in which century.  It is simply one example of a million.  But standing beside this stone statue, I felt the force of the violence personally, with a shock of familiarity.  The full meaning of the word ‘Desecration’ moved through my body.  I had known that in many places in the world there was once a flourishing worship of the divine in female form, and that this was deliberately, systematically overthrown.  But to stand beside the evidence, to see the blows of hammer on carved stone, that is a powerful awakening.  It matters deeply, because we still live with the scars of this sacrilage, the shaming of the natural beauty and power of woman.  At some level, all of us know how this feels.  #MeToo.

I picked myself up, and continued to wander through the exhibition, while this broken form resonated in me.  Finally, I found something that gave me hope.

It was a rough stone relief of two figures of about equal size.  Both pleasingly corpulent, seated next to each other, facing outward, with legs akimbo.  Both royal, powerful, possibly divine.  They were, according to their rather disparaging tag, ‘local folk deities’: Kubera, God of Prosperity, and his consort Hariti from Northern India, in the 1st to the 3rd century.  On closer inspection I saw that Hariti held flowers or possibly a horn of plenty.  And, yes, looking more carefully, it was possible to tell the god from the goddess, as his genitalia was there for all to see.  I wasn’t allowed to take a photograph, and the exhibition didn’t deem this small, inexpertly crafted piece to merit a postcard.  But I have it in my heart now, this image of man and woman facing the world together, balanced, inhabiting their bodies without shame, bringers of wealth & prosperity.  (Here is a different image of the pair, clothed, and rather better carved.)

Pancika & Hariti

Panchika and Hariti, Ashmolean Museum, Photo by James Blake Wiener

Of course, if you Google Kubera and Hariti, as I did, you will discover all kinds of complications, local variations, scholarly disputes, changes of name, stories of demons, ogresses and even devoured babies.  But allow me my fantasy for a moment.  Just think.  In the entire exhibition of Imagining the Divine there were gods as rams, bulls, many armed beings, just feet on their own, and one or two goddesses, crafted smaller than the gods, needing rescusing, or sometimes as consorts and lovers.  A glaring lack of the powerful divine women, except one, brutally disfigured.  And just this one image of a divine couple.

What we worship, what images we contemplate, what we deem sacred, defines who we are, how we feel and how we behave.  As a married woman, living in the violent death throes of the patriarchy, I need this image of equality and partnership.  It represents a reality I am working towards, creating a life of abundance with a man I love.  Different people need different gods.

As Ben Okri wrote in The Famished Road,

“We can redream this world and make the dream come real.”

If we are going to redream this world, and heaven knows there’s an urgency for that, we need to have some images, some stories, some songs to build our dreams upon.  Wherever we find them, we should cherish them.  And what if we can’t find them in the world?  Then isn’t it our sacred duty to seek them with our imagination?  In other words, and I mean this with the greatest respect to all creatives, to make them up?  There are various ways in which I plan to be doing just that in 2018, both in my creative work in story and in song, and as a holder of space.   I warmly invite you to join me in the endeavour.

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Please click the links for full information on all these events!

Make Your Own Goddess!

A free one-hour workshop for International Women’s Day, 11am Thursday 8th March at Ark T Centre, Crowell Road, OX4 3LN

Journey to the Divine Feminine

An afternoon workshop with guided drum journey and creative arts, on Sunday 11th March 2pm – 5pm at Ekgenesis Centre, OX4 2ER

Embodying the Goddess

A nine-month transformational course for women in Oxford, with accompanying audio recordings of meditations and chants accessible from anywhere.   Starting April 2018.  Bookings being taken now.

6 Comments on “Imagining the Divine . . . as a Woman?”

  1. Hi Dear Jackie Lovely blog. Some years ago there was an amazing exhibition of European goddesses.. powerful earthy big breasted part of a home based cult that nobody knew about. Hope o still have a postcard. If so, will bring it along Xxx A

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  2. Beautiful JackieThank you and blessings on your celebrations of women this weekBig lovex Kesty Jakes Buqi Practitioner, Facilitator, Forest School Leader http://www.sladebankwoods.org.uk

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  3. Dear Jackie
    Thank you for the very interesting email. Sadly, I am not able to attend the events. Regarding the 9 month course, it would be helpful to experience a little of what is involved although that may not be possible.

    Hope to see you soon,
    With good wishes

    Patsy

  4. Yes seeking the divine feminine within ourselves
    and reconnecting with our female power goes
    Much deeper than the feminist political. As women
    We perhaps need both? Yes stand up and be loud
    And be counted. But time to use creative skills
    To reconnect with the divine within has such value
    I read this week ‘ when I sew I meditate’ by a
    Woman. I dance with other women. I draw.
    I write. Xx wishing all women well on their journey
    Of discovery x

    1. Than you Ana. Yes clearly we need both inner and outer transformation! Wishing you well too. We are all connected, and your personal work resonates in ways we can never fully know.

  5. Great blog and images Jackie, thanks for sharing your reflections and for bringing your inspiration to my attention, your capacity astounds me! W xx

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