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"Honey, do you think we're soul mates?" asks the starry-eyed wife to her husband. "Naw, we ain't soul mates," he quips. "More like cellmates and I've got a life sentence!" I heard that joke on a late night Comedy Central show years ago. I knew right then that the joke would make a great subject for a book. I had no idea exactly what I would write, but I knew the title was a sure winner. We now have Soul Mates and Hot Dates: How to Tell Who's Who. My research spawned a national lecture tour that took me to dozens of cities and three countries. Everywhere I spoke, people had stories to tell of great loves, overwhelming heartache for the "one that got away" and many wonderful, spiritual, ...
This is the time of year we think about giving to other people. We prepare lists of family and friends to whom we will give "presents" at Yule. And sometimes we are asked to prepare lists of presents we would like to receive. It's a wonderful opportunity that turns our attention from problems and concerns to what should be a joyful exchange at a special time of review and renewal—the winter solstice, when the old year really ends and the new begins. The sun cycle turns and days become longer—preparing the way for rebirth and renewal. And, for many of us, this becomes a time of review. Unfortunately, sometimes the very thought of lists of presents becomes a burden. What on ...
The final book in my Archangels series is Uriel. I was thrilled to have the opportunity to write this book, as I've always felt this particular archangel had been treated badly by the Christian Church over the last two thousand years. He is only now regaining his status and reputation that was sadly lost so long ago. A church council was called by Pope Zachary in 745 C.E. discussing the many thousands of angels that people revered. The council denounced this proliferation of angels, and decided that the angels mentioned by name in the Bible and Apocrypha were the only ones who could remain. Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael were, of course, spared. If Uriel had been identified in the ...
A woman waits expectantly outside the Circle. I take her hand and lead her into the sheltering ring of other women who walk this path together. As she takes her place alongside her sisters, I kiss her on the cheek and say, "Thou art Goddess." She smiles, and says it back to me. But does she believe it? If she was raised in our modern appearance-obsessed world, she probably does not. When she goes home, she will stare into the mirror and begin to tell herself poisonous lies: "I'm so fat." "I'm so old." "I'm the ugliest thing on two legs." I wrote The Body Sacred for her, and for every other woman who longs to feel the inherent sanctity of her body—for you, for me, for all of us. We ...
