Introducing Isis
It is my immense pleasure to introduce you to… Isis!!
Sometimes the person we thought we were, that identity we’ve been cultivating for years, falls apart. Perhaps it’s the breakdown of a relationship. Maybe it’s the loss of a loved one. It could even be a perceived failure, a missed opportunity, a letting go of what could have been. Whatever the cause, grief strikes us down, not just for the relationship, the business, the home etc. that we believe we have lost, but grief for the person we were when we had it.
At times like this we need a space – a space where we can feel held while we gather together the broken pieces of ourselves and begin the process of reassembling our sense of self. Isis holds this space…
I originally shared my retelling of Isis’ story along with journal prompts, visualisation and creative exercise as part of my Bloom by Moon programme, before collating it, along with 5 other goddess guides in my Mothers & Crones more-than-just-an-ebook. Now, I’m making it available for those who want to buy the material separately.
What you’ll receive…
- Isis’ Story
- Journal Prompts
- Guided Goddess Visualisation (pdf transcript & mp3 audio)
- Creative Exercise
My goddess guides are not interpretations of the stories, neatly packaged for you to swallow whole, rather they are materials and support to facilitate your own journey as you connect with each beautiful goddess.
Click the Add to Cart Button below to purchase Isis’ Goddess Guide for only £15!
As soon as you complete your payment, you’ll be taken to a download link where you can access all the juicy goddess goodness!
An excerpt from Isis’ Story…
Looking down at my feet, I wondered just how long it had been since I allowed my skin to be kissed by the sun. I wriggled my toes, the red nail polish reflecting the fluorescent light streaming in from the bathroom, and smiled back at them. ‘Come on, feet,’ I said to them. ‘Let’s see where you’ll take me.’
First stop was the reception desk for a map. The pretty young woman in a crisp white blouse and buttery beige, pencil skirt handed over a pamphlet with a map showing a tangle of roads that would have challenged even the most accomplished of travellers. The receptionist leaned across the desk and marked a cross in blue ink where the hotel was situated, and another to help guide me to the famous Cairo Museum.
I used to read about that museum in my Children’s Encyclopaedia. I would pour over the pages depicting life and culture in Ancient Egypt and imagine myself exploring newly uncovered mummy’s tombs, or perhaps deciphering some particularly complicated hieroglyphics. It was almost hard to believe that after almost 46 years, I was finally going to walk the rooms of that much fantasized space.
After three wrong turns and a near miss with an irate taxi driver, I finally found myself standing in the cool bright entrance of the museum. There were not as many people here as I had imagined, so I decided, instead of taking the tour, I would just allow myself the time to meander freely around the exhibits making my own discoveries from room to room.
Picking up a guide illustrating the floor plans of the museum on the way past, I entered the first of the rooms. Rows and rows of glass cases, each filled with some priceless relic of the long distant past, met my eager gaze and I instantly began to walk among them. Tiny replica people demonstrating construction methods of pyramids. A collection of decorative beads. Ornately carved blocks of sandstone. Beautiful tall lacquered urns. Stylized images of cats. Hieroglyphic messages rubbed almost smooth by centuries of wind and sand.
But all of these wonders were not enough to satisfy that little voice that continued to ask its question. I sighed inwardly, before patiently explaining to it that I was here to look at some of the most wonderful treasures the world has to offer. But still the little voice persisted.
Frustrated by this repetitive questioning, I turned to stalk out of the museum for something else that would perhaps appease the little voice – a voice that I had never invited in to occupy a space in my mind; a voice, I told myself, that really had no business being there in the first place. Honestly, a person could start to fear for their sanity with a voice like that in their head!
And then I saw her. She was tiny, especially compared to some of the large statues or extravagantly decorated stone cases, and yet she had something about her that called to me.
I walked to the side of her glass cabinet and pressed my fingertips to the wooden frame, leaning my face in close to see her properly. She was beautifully wrought in gold, each detail a delight. A strong proud nose, defined jaw, wide, gentle eyes and an elaborate headdress that dramatically framed her peaceful features. She was posed in a seated position with a long textured skirt covering her legs and a small baby clutched to her bare breasts.
The small faded label in front of her led me to note 34 in the guidebook: The goddess Isis with Horus. Pouting my lower lip slightly at this rather annoying lack of information, I resolved to find out more. I remembered vaguely something about Isis and her husband Osiris, but my memories of childhood research had much faded, and so I set off to the museum bookshop to see if I could find out something of more substance.
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PS You may also want to check out Mothers & Crones for all 6 goddess guides and the companion volume Virgins & Lovers.
