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This year, my only daughter, Ariel, celebrated her 18th birthday. We shared a beautiful experience as we wound around a labyrinth under a full moon, a wreath of roses and wild flowers adorning her hair. We talked about the Goddess and the Divine Feminine. We remembered how she had a deep desire to know everything she could get her hands on regarding Greek Mythology from the time she was very little. And then we remembered Persephone...
Persephone entered our lives when Ariel was three years old. I was a young 23 year old mother, and had read a beautiful story about Persephone and Hades, and I became a bit obsessed with that tale. It spoke to my soul. I began telling Ariel about this story, too, and she ate it up. She would sit in my lap, listening intently to the story of Persephone, a lovely young Spring Goddess who found herself the focus of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. For weeks, Ariel would ask me to repeat the story to her, all the while playing out the scenes melodramatically as I would recite the words. During these story times, she became Persephone.
Ariel came to me one day with a wide long strip of white silky material her grandmother had given her to sleep with when she was a toddler. She handed it to me and said, "Mom, make me Persephone." My sweet little daughter instructed me as I pinned and draped that silky swatch of material around her body, mimicking the Grecian gowns she had seen carved into ancient statues of the goddesses. It had to be just right; not too tight, not too loose around the bodice, and very drapey without posing a threat of falling completely off as she would play. Other little girls played the part of a princess with tiaras and fluffy dresses, waiting for Prince Charming to come to the rescue, but not my daughter. Ariel spent hours upon hours of her life reenacting the life events of the goddess Persephone.
She looked so sweet, beautiful, and powerful in her little homemade Grecian gown. This goddess came to us before we even knew there was such a thing as a Divine Feminine, and she came to us in the form of a story. Little did Ariel and I know at the time how closely the allegory of my life would resemble that of Persephone and Hades, and how much strength we would both glean from Persephone this past year as she witnessed her mother finding the strength to end an unhealthy marriage.
Now, at 18 years old, Ariel knows just about every detail of every Greek and Roman Goddess that has ever existed, as well as many Egyptian goddesses. Her knowledge and understanding of the goddesses is astounding. She accepts, without question, that women are divine and powerful, and have been kept from their power by those that are afraid of the strength and magic a woman holds.
I did many things as a mother that I wish I would have had the foresight to do better. But I can say proudly that I instilled, without consciously knowing it at the time, a deep love of goddess stories and the Divine Mother in my daughter, all beginning with a single tale about a maiden goddess who found the power to overcome the shadow that attempted to keep her trapped and powerless.
These stories of the Divine Feminine teach our daughters about the aspects of the Divinity that resides in each of them. We must keep these stories alive and watch as the beauty of the Truth of our power and magic unfolds before us. I will always hold a dear place in my heart for Persephone and the deep bonding that took place between my daughter and I amid Her Story, Her Truth, Her power.
My name is Dawn Champine and I am the Creatrix of The Goddess Diaries. I am very passionate about helping women remember their REAL GODDESS selves.