When I was five years old, I asked my Sunday School teacher–a woman, “What if Jesus had been a girl?”
“But he wasn’t,” she replied.
Unsatisfied, I asked again, only to receive the exasperated, recursive answer. My mother gave the same empty response later, in private.
It’s no huge surprise that when I was about 14, my many dissatisfactions with the Church overwhelmed my fondness for it, and I began to explore other spiritual paths. Coinciding with this transition was also the realization that intuitive gifts I’d manifest since childhood demanded open expression, and that the energetic truth of my femininity deserved acknowledgement on my spiritual path. By the time I was 17 I had separated from the Church and begun crafting my own relationship to shamanism.
That may not seem like a terribly logical leap on the surface, but for me it was sound. Continue reading “A Shaman’s Journey by Kelley Harrell”




