Sublime

Either I am imprisoned by my ordinary sense of “I,” which prevents any contact with my real self, or I have a nostalgia for the “divine” that I feel at the root of my being, which shows me what I must serve. My

John O’Donohue, a former Irish Catholic priest, philosopher, poet, and, in his own words, mystic

poet Pablo Neruda,

While many of us feel suspicious of religious hierarchy and alienated by religious dogma, we are deeply drawn to the essence of the world’s wisdom ways, and we find tastes of that elixir in the teachings of the mystics—especially the women mystics—of every spiritual tradition.

A woman arrives in this world-between-worlds through yearning and by seeking something she can see just out of the corner of her eye. She arrives there by deeply creative acts, through intentional solitude, and by practice of any of the arts. And even with these well-crafted practices, much of what

A woman’s issues of soul cannot be treated by carving her into a more acceptable form as defined by an unconscious culture, nor can she be bent into a more intellectually acceptable shape by those who claim to be the sole bearers of consciousness. No, that is what has already caused millions of