~June 19
There I was, shining and dancing,
There I was, the queen, shining,
There I was, the queen, dancing,
when my lover came to me.
My lover came to me and
knit our hands together.
My lover came to me and
put his neck against my neck
His fields are ripe with herbs.
His loins are ripe with seed.
His fields are ripe with grain.
His ripeness brings me joy.
—Babylonian Songs of Inanna
Every woman is endowed with the urge toward union with a loving other. Yet the energy so simply expressed in nature is more complex for modern people. What if only the most beautiful blossom drew the attention of the bee? The world would quickly suffer a shortage of apples. Yet that is the message that we are given today: that only the most beautiful deserve the pleasures and delights of love.
Finding confidence to love herself is a tremendous challenge for a woman today. Around her, products shriek their demands that she buy them, claiming that without them she does not merit love. Yet lovers came together to celebrate the goddess’ greatest gift long before aerosol deodorants and plastic surgery. Honoring the goddess means honoring the female body in its infinite diversity.
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