I wrote this creation myth where Mother god came from the ocean and Father god from the sky, and he was fire. They came together in the fall on a cloudy, misty day and in their love making they created me.
~ 47, USA

My father died in the war before I was born. I was missing him all my life. I’m coming from a place where war is very common. It’s a daily reality. So many wars, all the time. There is no wisdom arising from this. It makes it so painful for me.

My father raised me with the knowledge of wise women. He raised me so that I would know that there had been wise women, and that they had been destroyed, killed. He would give me books that were, sometimes, very hard to look at. They were historical documents…When I was teenager and didn’t want to read he would say, ‘if you and your mother had lived in the middle ages chances are you wouldn’t have survived.’ He told me I was a white witch. 
~ 56, Germany/USA