Divine Feminine Wisdom for a World Gone Mad
If we’ve lived differently before, we can choose to do it again
Sometimes a memory hits me out of the blue.
It’s the year 2000, and I’m sitting in a Mexican dive bar, a block off of Chicago’s Michigan Avenue. I’m steadily working my way through a pack of cigarettes and one too many margaritas, in deep conversation with a friend from work.
I tell him I won’t be satisfied with my life unless I’ve done something big and important, something that makes the world a better place. He laughs good-naturedly at this and asks me why. Isn’t it enough to work hard, have a family, and raise them well in a nice home?
I’m a little envious of his low standards, even as I find myself piously looking down on them. Not good enough, I tell him. I have to do more.
“More,” however, was a vague concept that never really got more detailed. I dreamed of quitting my job in PR and doing something more worthwhile. I thought a lot about teaching overseas. I fantasized about adopting children from impoverished countries.
Instead, I moved to California and started my own company. I tried to create a positive work environment, and I donated money to charities that promoted women’s career opportunities and girls’ education. Instead of…
