The Forgotten Goddess…Remembering Who We Are

This one is for those who understand their feminine power.

By now, we’ve earned our goddess status. We’ve walked through decades of love and loss, some raised kids, buried people we loved, built careers, shifted dreams, and started over more times than we care to count. We know who we are.

But life has a way of surprising us, doesn’t it? Just when we think we’ve got our feet planted firmly, something shakes the ground. A partner gets sick. We lose someone we care about. The retirement plan doesn’t pan out like we thought it would. Suddenly, we’re not standing tall and serene. We’re human. We’re tired. We might be questioning things. Maybe, even feel a little afraid.

That’s what I call it: the “forgotten” goddess moment.

We’re Not New at This

We don’t need a self-help book to tell us who we are. We’ve already done the work. We’ve learned the hard lessons, probably more than once. We’ve got perspective that only comes with time and experience.

So when I talk about “forgetting,” I don’t mean we’ve lost ourselves completely. Give us some credit. It’s not like we’re wandering around clueless. But life can still knock the freaking wind out of us.

And in those moments, even the wisest, strongest of us can forget that the goddess hasn’t gone anywhere ... she’s just tucked away while we deal with what’s in front of us.

When the Wings Appear

The wings don’t stay stretched out all the time. They show up when we “remember” who we are.

They appear when we sit with a sick partner and realize love is bigger than fear.
They appear when we set boundaries with our our loved ones and still offer them a safe place to land.

They appear when life suddenly changes and we pivot ... not without frustration, but with grit and grace.

The wings aren’t about floating above life. They’re about carrying us through it. Quiet, steady, strong. Sometimes they just remind us to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

When Life Shifts

A friend of mine, let’s call her Carol, had her son move back in at 40. He’d gone through a brutal divorce, lost most of what he owned, and needed a safe place to land. Carol had just settled into a quiet rhythm with her husband. Morning walks. Slow dinners. A little travel here and there.

She didn’t resent her son…she loves him…but she felt the weight of stepping back into a role she thought she’d left behind. At first, she forgot herself. She got swept up in taking care of him, trying to make things easier. She lost her alone time, her quiet. She confessed to me she’d lie in bed some nights and think, Where did I go?

But here’s where her wings appeared. She realized she could love her son and hold her ground. She set boundaries, carved out mornings that were hers alone, and had hard but honest talks with him about respect and responsibility. That’s what goddess energy looks like in real life.

When Illness Moves In

Another woman I know, Dana, had her husband diagnosed with a serious illness. Overnight, her life shifted. Doctor visits, medications, side effects, caregiving. She loved him fiercely, but she admitted the weight of it nearly crushed her.

She told me there were nights she sat in the bathroom with the door shut, just to cry in peace. Not because she didn’t want to care for him, but because she was exhausted, scared, and felt like she’d lost her old life.

Her wings didn’t show up as sparkle and serenity. They showed up in the way she kept showing up. In the strength she found to ask her kids for help. In the way she gave herself permission to take breaks, to laugh when she could, to breathe. Her wings carried her…not above the illness, but through it.

What We Already Know

Truth is, at this point in our lives, we already know how to return to ourselves. We’ve done it a hundred times before. We don’t always call it “rituals” or “practices.” Sometimes it’s just common sense and experience.

For some of us, it’s a walk outside when the walls close in.
For others, it’s sitting down with a cup of coffee and a clear-eyed talk with a trusted friend.
Sometimes it’s a night of sleep and deciding tomorrow will look better.

We don’t need a dramatic ceremony to remember. We just need to pause long enough to let the wings remind us we’re still here, still strong, still wise.

Not Gone, Just Forgotten

My reminder to you…the goddess isn’t gone. She doesn’t disappear when life throws us sideways. She’s part of us. She’s been forged from years of showing up, breaking down, getting back up, and carrying on.

We just forget sometimes. And that’s okay. Forgetting doesn’t make us weak. It makes us human.

The gift of age, though, is knowing we will remember. The wings are there, waiting. And when they stretch open, we rise again ... not naïve, not pretending everything’s perfect, but grounded, steady, and just a little wiser than before.

Remember This…

We don’t lose our goddess selves. We don’t lose our wings. We just misplace them every now and then under the weight of real life.

And when we remember, when the wings appear, we realize we’re not broken. We’re not behind. We’re not less. We’re women who have lived, loved, and learned, still showing up in this world with courage and strength.

That’s goddess energy. Not the constant glow. Not the perfect alignment. But the remembering.

Have a divine week!

Love is ALL there is,

Diana