Goddess Babe. Yep, that’s me!
I’ve been a goddess babe since the mid 1970s when I took the name Phebe. It’s a name for the moon and means ‘Shining One.’ Little did I know how powerful this affirmation would be.
In the 70s & 80s, I practiced in circles of women (still do). We brought Z Budapest and Kay Gardner to Cincinnati in the early 80s for the Wise Wimmin Surviving Conference.
I took a Buddhist turn in the 90s. Zen meditation served as a wonderful source of discipline for me. I thank Zen Master Dae Gak and Furnace Mountain for starting me on my way. But when I accompanied a friend to Siddha Yoga and saw the arati tray being waved to the gurus, I found in Hinduism the bhakti bliss that had been missing for me.
On my altar I have my mother (left her body March 2007), Anandamayi Ma, and Kwan Yin. Kali rules the fireplace in my living room.
Spring 2014 finds me taking an online course on female mystics with Mirabai Starr.