In a previous post, I alluded to a book entitled “Goddesses in Every Woman” by Jean Shinoda Bolen. I discovered it on my daughter’s bookshelf while prowling around for something to read. After my “well-being” course and after spending some time trying to make sense of the enneagram, I was intrigued by the idea of archetypes and what makes each of us tick. I was starting to appreciate how very different we all are from each other in terms of our motivations and what brings meaning to our lives. This realization was beginning to have a deep effect on me and on my relationships with those closest to me.
Bolen explores seven Greek goddesses, and I immediately saw my reflection in Athena. Athena, who sprang fully formed from the head of Zeus, knows what she wants, and she knows what other people want – or should want – and dons her amour, ready to assist. She is the ultimate strategist, a force to be reckoned with.
I hadn’t realized I was so Athena-like, but certainly people around me can see it. My friend Yang commented on a hike recently that I’ll never be happy until my daughter Annie finishes college or my friend Jeannette finishes her will. These are no wispy wishes on my part; I inflate myself with the wind of logic and try to breathe sense and motion into family and friends.
Now that I recognize Athena, I see her in so many of my interactions. Injustice? Let me help you! Can’t decide about a retirement community? Let’s sit down with a cup of tea. Painting your house? Here’s a palette that would look nice. You voted Republican? I will lead you out of the dark side.
I am comfortable being an Athena, but I wish I could invoke her for myself. I need someone fearless at my side to guide me in making decisions. But I have to say, once I pick up that spear and shield and don that helmet, I do know how to fight for myself.
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