by Geraldine Charles
All this pitting of sex against sex, of quality against quality; all this claiming of superiority and imputing of inferiority belong to the private-school stage of human existence where there are sides, and it is necessary for one side to beat another side. (Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own, 1929)
“Yeah, but what about balance?” I’ve been asked that question many times, sometimes even stopped in the street or interrupted in the middle of a talk. The questioner no longer needs to explain what he – or occasionally she – means: a belief that it is wrong to work only with goddess, “excluding” the god. Particularly since the Goddess Temple opened in Glastonbury I - and others - have been accused of riding roughshod over the concept of balance as A Good Thing, apparently involving nothing more strenuous than placing a token representation of any male deity in the Goddess Temple. I’d like to reach for my sword, symbol of air, of clarity and truth, and look at this idea of balance in some detail.