I want to talk about the term ‘Goddess Work’.
Mostly because for a long time I held a hidden and deep-seated resentment anytime I had to do any other job besides “Goddess work“.
I thought that if I wasn’t in the sweet timeless embrace of ritual and ceremony or divination or dreaming or the arts or my healing practice that I was too far away from my purpose as a Goddess devotee.
But now I realize that there’s no ‘away’.
I’m thankful to my teacher Lady Loreon Vigne for showing me this early on. I remember arriving at the Isis Oasis Sanctuary expecting that because I lived at a Goddess temple I’d get to put on pretty clothes and say pretty words and do pretty n’ fancy ceremonies all day and just meander about barefoot singing with the birds and cats going falalalala.
I remember Loreon looking right at that 20-year-old naïve Emmy on her first day, smiling with a sparkle in her eye and then handing me a toilet brush.
And then the next day she handed me the brush again and I scrubbed the toilet again.
And the next day.
And the next day.
And eventually I got to sweep the temple stairs. And then eventually over time I got to keep the flame alit in the small temple.
And I’ve been a flame keeper ever since.
(Oh! And shout out to keepers of the flame of The Temple of Hathor in Spain!)
And yeah I did get to dress up sometimes and say fancy things and do fancy rituals and feel fancy af. We got to do some amazing elaborate and secret mystery school studies.
But I remembered today at work as I’m handing someone at my ‘job’ some raw milk and fresh local farm grown produce that there’s no ‘away’ from ‘Goddess Work’.
The fancy stuff is show. It’s fun. It’s equally as important. And yeah we need that beauty and theater and dramatic devotion like we need certain vitamins.
But it’s not where ,to me, all the nutrition is.
As I’ve grown and matured as a person I realize that there is no ‘away’. There’s no utopia. There’s just this crazy mixed up world.
And guess what?
That’s okay because ‘The Goddess’ is right up in the mix doing the work. In fact to me, The ‘Goddess’ is in everything.
She’s not even a ‘she’. She’s in boys too. And non-binary folk. And all beings in all realms.
I just refer to her as ‘she’ and ‘her’ because human women here on Earth are the bodies that give birth and take life back unto themselves so it makes sense.
But yeah Goddess is the dandelion in the middle of the city. Goddess is in the back of the truck in the middle of America.
She’s a river. She’s a spring. An ocean in fact.
And yeah Goddess is in the single mom and the stay at home dads. Or the work three jobs dads n the grandmas. All over the farmers’ hands. In the madman on the street. In the sailor’s heart. In the singer to the trees. In the young people and the elders.
In the Priest and in the Janitor.
She’s the cosmic web, the prima mater, the gel that holds this whole shit show together. The dark matter. The Black Madonna. Maha Mundi. Womb of Creation. Mother of the World.
Hek, Goddess is even in atheists!!! Being the trickster that she is jaja.
Nope, no avoiding her.
Yep she’s in cow’s milk.
And in toilet brushes.
All of it. The whole shebang.
Goddess is the freakin wholeness, yo.
