My friend Lorraine invited me to the goddess conference in Austin. It was 1991. You were the star attraction—a white witch from Europe, they called you. Breath-taking is what you were.
We gathered in a large dark room that day, probably a couple hundred of us. You were blonde and beautiful, star-like, with a faint accent. You divided the room into four quadrants—north, east, south, and west. Then you began to work your magic.
The memory is surreal and dream-like. There was a center stage with stadium seating all around it. You kept moving us around the room, constantly stirring us up, and in the end we had built an altar of glittering jewels. Every woman in the room had put her diamond rings and other precious things on the altar. I put the crystal Lorraine had given me there.
As we left the room in single file that day, each woman picked up her offering. In doing so, nothing was lost or stolen, and an immense sense of solidarity was gained.
The jeweled altar was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You were the most powerful woman I had ever met. I left the goddess conference transformed by the experience, and now, twenty years later, I have found you.
It would be so lovely to find myself in your presence once again. You may well be the most fascinating woman in the world.