Goddesses In Disguise
Exploring Greece, Crete and Santorini
by Gayle Lawrence
Earlier this year I found myself escorting a wonderful group of lively women on a tour to Greece, Crete and Santorini. We were all filled with excitement and a sense of expectancy as we arrived in Athens and began to explore the city on foot. We caught our breath as we looked high above us and caught sight of the Acropolis, perched on a hill in the heart of Athens. This site was dedicated to the Goddess Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom, whom the city of Athens was named after.
Dolphin Love - The Healing Of A Heart
by Gayle Lawrence
Counseling, therapy, support groups, and her own spiritual practices of yoga and meditation had all been very helpful but Shirley had emotionally shut down. Erecting a cement wall around her heart was shielding her from the risk of loving again but it also held in the repressed pain and denial she was still hanging onto. Her work lost its meaning, her relationship with her husband was estranged; she was functioning daily but akin to a "dead woman walking". She was slipping away. Who or what held the key that might free her from her inner prison of despair?
Close Encounters of
the
Humpback Whale Kind
by Gayle Lawrence
Our eyes were
locked, her gaze was hypnotic and I hung there
motionless as if in a trance. I was lost in the
liquid beauty of this huge dark eye that held me
captive as this enormous glistening gray body,
only a few feet away, silently glided past me.
Intimate Elephant Encounters
In Zimbabwe, Africa
by Gayle Lawrence
Hemmingway has made East Africa - Kenya so synonymous with the safari experience that many people do not realize there are still those places in Africa that have not yet been touched with mass tourism. Perhaps you have dreamed of a journey to Africa so wonderful, it can't be described, only experienced. Should your heart one day guide you there, let the call of the elephants lead you to Zimbabwe.
Pilgrimage In Peru
by Gayle Lawrence
The engine strained in low gear as the bus climbed the steep twisting dirt road up the mountain. Gazing out the window I could feel the presence of the Apus, the mountain spirits, looking down on me. Below was a spectacular view of the Urubamba River (the Willkamayu or sacred river) winding its way between the majestic peaks of the Andes. The mountains stood before me like living beings, the aware intelligence I felt left me humbled.
The Powers of the Goddess at Work
by Deleasa Randall
This is the story of a voyage, not only across the continents toward the
Aegean, but across a sea of loss toward happiness. In spring 1999, I looked at
myself and saw a successful career woman in her late thirties, never married,
but in a stable, loving relationship, and trying desperately to keep at bay the
strong desire for marriage and children that had nagged her since her late twenties.
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