Carl Jung defined religion as “A careful and scrupulous observation of that which one regards with awe.” So what is it that inspires awe?

Awe for me is the tenacity of life, the way a small plant finds a way to grow between two slabs of rock, or between a tiny crack in the sidewalk; how a tree will grow on the side of a cliff even with half its roots protruding over the edge; to watch them angle their leaves towards the sun’s light.

Awe is the power of attraction and the force of love, that overwhelming unceasing energy that draws people together whether in the form of a parent/child relationship or between two lovers.

Awe is the experience of something infinite that comes from being able to love and make love without fear and without a need to possess or control.

Awe is the mystery of consciousness, of awareness itself, that ability to know and comprehend that one is.

Awe is the way an infant or a child looks at the world, seeing everything as a miracle through eyes of luminous luster.

Awe is the beauty and charm of a woman and the wondrous life giving, life nurturing qualities associated with the eternal feminine.