Goddesses for Every Day in the News

First, I’m beyond thrilled to announce that Goddesses for Every Day has just received an iconic book award presented by the Coalition of Visionary Resources. I received the award at the International New Age Trade Show in Denver in June. The competition was fierce and global, and I was stunned. Goddesses for Every Day was a profound labor of love and devotion. The book was self-published in 2008, right before I went to Greece with Alan Oken and taught about the divine feminine in ancient sites. In fact, I carried the very first proof copy with me on that amazing journey. I had just gone through a painful divorce and my new passport had my reclaimed maiden name. So with a new book and a new name I set off for Greece. Then in 2010 the book was picked up by New World Library and has since won three other national awards. The iconic award recognizes that Goddesses for Every Day has staying power and is now an “icon.” Wow. It’s an awesome honor that brings a sense of confirmation.

Writing is such a solitary discipline so it is a great joy to connect with readers and those who’ve been touched in some way by your work. It’s both humbling and empowering. Thanks to everyone who has come into my life through this book–the circle continues to expand and my heart opens wide.

And then, adding to the sense of wonder, I recently learned that a fabulous new foodie placed opened in my small town (Pagosa Springs, Colorado). Brilliantly named The Juice Goddess, they serve juices, smoothies, and other great foods. Imagine my surprise and delight when I discovered the names of the items on the menu were named after goddesses from my book. Triple wow. From my perspective, every sip and bite of something delectable, and prepared with love, is infused with the divine and empowering energy of a goddess. Positively sublime. https://www.thejuicegoddessco.com/menu

Moi, waiting for my smoothie

Along with the struggle and pain there are times that life offers moments of transcendence. Before the first sip of my smoothie I will take a deep breath and prepare to drink in the flavors of the fruits of the Earth, the essence of archetypal feminine power, and the joy of such marvelous creativity. Thank you Sarah and Gavin for bringing more light and goodness into the world. (And big thanks to their daughter Rachel for the great photo).

Drink up goddesses!

Remembering Harriet

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“Until one has loved an animal a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”    Anatole France

It’s taken a few months to feel ready to write this post about my kitty Harriet. On my January birthday in 2004 I went to the Humane Society thrift store to make a donation that resulted from a post-holiday clothes evaluation. I had a single-minded focus and adopting a cat was the last thing on my mind, but close to the entrance was a large wire cage, and inside was a charming grey-brown tabby cat. It hadn’t been too long since I’d lost my beloved dog Baron, and I had resolved not to have any more pets. I had convinced myself that I just couldn’t go through the loss and grief again, but it seems that Harriet and destiny had other plans.

She stood up inside the cage, came to the front, and spoke to me very clearly, “Take me home. I have chosen you.” I was stunned and promptly went into fierce denial. I handled my donation and went straight home. But of course, I couldn’t get her out of my mind, so I went back the next day to see if she was still there. Destiny has a mind of its own in such matters, and Harriett became my beloved animal companion until April of 2018.

Harriet was named by the Humane Society when she had been rescued, having been abandoned. I looked up the meaning of the name, which is “ruler of the house,” and laughed; what a perfect name for a cat. Harriet’s sweet nature and companionship helped me through some very difficult times that included a divorce, a move, and essentially starting my life over in 2007. The picture of her in front of the Christmas tree celebrated our first holiday season alone after a painful separation and a wrenching loss of my home. Her presence gave me strength, and caring for her helped me focus on moving forward. It’s impossible to adequately express the gifts and blessings our animal friends bring to our lives. We love them deeply, and the loss is hard to bear when their short lives end.

Although her last months saw a continual decline, she jumped up on the couch on our last night together, and we snuggled. I didn’t know it would be our last night, but I told her she was free to go, and tried to express what she had meant to me. The next day she left her body on her own terms when I ran out for a short errand. She spared us both the trauma of “putting her down,” and when I came home and found her she looked peaceful. I am so grateful for that miracle. Her ashes now rest in my flower garden, and I planted a purple Clematis in her honor.

This brief memorial honors not only Harriett but all of the wonderful animals who have blessed my life, the pets and wild creatures alike. I will be forever grateful for the joy they gave so unselfishly and the richness they added–they teach us so much about unconditional love and letting go. I’m not ready for a new animal companion, but if it’s meant I guess another precious creature will find and choose me.

 

 

A Gold Medal and a Writer’s Voice

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This June (2018) my blog was awarded a gold medal.

When I began my blog it was meant to be a gift to me–something I did for myself as a purely creative outlet. There would be no deadlines, no publishers, no pressure, no one criticizing my ideas (certainly with only the best of intentions I’m sure). My blog would be just my words that emerged from the crucible of my life, reflecting on events and observations that stood out in sharp relief. Of course I hoped those words might reach out across the interconnected web we share and maybe, just maybe, someone would be touched, amused, or inspired.

Writers learn about, and quest for, that illusive thing called “voice. ” A writer’s voice lives at the heart and soul of the work, embodying a unique and precious quality. I’m no different–I long to find my voice. I’m still on that journey, but it’s always deeply satisfying to receive recognition even when we are still a work-in-progress.

The life of a writer is often solitary, even insular. We spend a great deal of time in the company of our own thoughts and internal processes. Unless we are fortunate enough to have some notoriety, we usually don’t know what impact our work has, and I think we desperately want to know if it does.

Receiving an award is an external vindication that something we’ve accomplished is seen to have merit. And I have to admit, I love having a gold medal on my blog. But what means the most to me are the comments I have received from readers–you who are reading these words right now. Most of you I don’t know, but some of you have taken a moment from your busy lives to make a comment and connect in the mysterious manner of our digital world.

My life has been blessed by the words of other authors, some long gone. I have wished many times that I could send them a comment and let them know what their words have meant. Although the blog is still my gift to myself, it’s your comments that keep me going.  So in a real sense this award is shared with all of you, and I send my deep gratitude.

Thank you.

Julie Loar