Did you ever have a desire that just seemed to have you by the ovaries?

I’m talking a big one. One of those desires that if it would just come to pass, then everything would be right in your world?

It doesn’t matter if everything else is good around you–maybe you’ve got a great guy and a fun career, but you really long to travel. Or you’ve got a healthy body and a killer social life–but there’s that aching feeling for a partner to share your bed and your life with.

Ah, the things we women do when we’re left to our own devices. The stories of tragedy we can weave when we hitch ourselves upon a steed of unfulfilled dreams.

It’s the study and practice of The Womanly Arts that teaches women to unhitch from that ol’ mare of disappointment and instead learn to party with what is–strike that–a woman learns to celebrate the beauty of what she has, she gets right with the timing of her desires, and it’s only then that all that she truly desires can come rushing toward her.

And guess what–it’s not a solo sport. Uh huh. Women require community. They require a community of women who stand for and can see her genius creation and act as midwives for that big beautiful desire. THIS, my darlings, is the magic of my Mastery Program. I’ve witnessed magic and mayhem occur within the walls of Mastery and in the arms of the Sister Goddesses. Together we’ve birthed thousands of desires.

Speaking of which, did you know that a room full of pleasure-filled women can get you pregnant?

Meet Sister Goddess Amy…

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Where can I even begin to tell the story of how I ended up at Mama Gena’s School for the Womanly Arts? I suppose at the beginning-bear with me. I had been hearing about this course from my best friend Rochelle for years. Each time she tried to encourage my participation she was met with an emphatic “no way!” “that’s so not for me!”, “it’s way too expensive!”, “everything in my life is going great-why would I need this?!” The whole idea of the SWA seemed totally crazy to me. This stuff was not my style. I was sure I would never partake in what I deemed to be a program for people with self-esteem issues.

Well, a couple of years into Rochelle’s attempts at getting me to sign up, everything was not going so great anymore. I had just lost my first baby after 16 weeks of pregnancy and I was devastated, depressed, and saw no way out of my despair except to get pregnant again as soon as possible.  Nothing would be okay with me until I had a healthy baby in my arms. But of course, we’d been trying for months without any results. Each month that passed without a positive pregnancy test, I sunk deeper and deeper into depression. I was looking for any way out and decided to finally let Mama Gena give it a shot.

I had no idea what to expect. Through all of Rochelle’s coaxing, the one thing made clear about this course is that what happens in the SWA stays with the women who experience it firsthand.  Words would never do it justice, so it was best not to even try to convey what happens to an outsider.

All I knew was that I was looking for a way to cope with my loss. Rochelle assured me that I would get the help I needed. I personally could not see a way to achieve happiness without getting pregnant, and from what I could tell, a room full of women was not going to get me with child. Whatever. I was determined to be a quiet observer. I was just going to sit in the back and take it all in. I was not interested in participating—I was just going to take what was useful for me and try to incorporate that into my life. It was worth a shot. I was desperate.

Well, Mama Gena is a genius. She obviously knew something about the power engendered from being in a room surrounded by hundreds of women who are there to support and love you no matter what. This is a strong foundation from which her messages can be more easily heard and assimilated.  Really, every woman should experience the kind of vibration brought on from being enveloped in so much positive energy. And that’s what it is—a vibration. Without anyone saying a word, I could literally feel a force acting on my body, so filled with love and acceptance that I truly felt high and a bit shaky. And I am not that easy to impress. Well, this certainly got my attention if nothing else.

But as I said, I was just there to observe. I felt that my problems were not nearly as traumatic as what others were sharing.  I mean come on; I had a loving husband, a stable job and home, a great circle of friends, and a wonderful relationship with my family. I would keep my sad story to myself, thank you very much.

After 2 weekend sessions with the SWA, I was officially abuzz with happiness and a kind of body buzz caused by being turned on to life again. With much practice, I convinced myself that: my life was great just as it was, and that a baby would come at the most perfect and elegant time (and let me tell you—this took a lot of practice and would have been impossible without the support of MG and 200 fabulous women). Well, I told this to myself every day for 2 months. And by the end of the 2 months, I actually caught myself believing this mantra for short periods of time. I was thrilled with my changing outlook, and could feel the shift right down to the cellular level in my body. But still, the pregnancy tests kept coming back negative. Even with the use of a fertility monitor that told me exactly which days I was ovulating…I got nothing. And to add insult to injury, I found myself in a month where I never ovulated at all! What!? That can happen!?? Apparently, it can.

So it’s time for weekend 3 of MGSWA.  I am on day 25 of my cycle, and according to my fertility monitor, never ovulated this month. I take the 1-hour train in from where I am living outside of the city. I am staying with Rochelle in Brooklyn for my weekend with Mama. I wake up early, pee on my fertility stick, put it in the machine, and…yep you guessed it—OVULATING—on day 26! The ONLY day of the month that I am not sleeping in the same bed as my husband. And why the fuck am I ovulating on day 26?! This does not make sense. I was completely horrified that this was literally the only day of the month I was away from my husband. Tears and anxiety soon followed. Evidently, all my practice at being Zen in this area of my life went out the window. It all seemed SO unfair.

But of course, there was clearly a higher power that was having a little fun with me. And let me just say that I am NOT a religious person in any way. I am somewhat spiritual in my own kind of way, but nothing too serious. And more to the point, I am a trained scientist–I get off on facts.  Things I can see. Things that can be explained. I can be very cynical, and if I am going to have “faith” in something, there usually needs to be at least an inkling of research done to show that it is probable.  But I digress…here is what happened:

Rochelle convinces me to call my husband and make sure that he meet me in the city that night. I had nowhere to take him to do the deed, but that was beside the point. We had a whole day ahead of us of practicing The Womanly Arts—this would all work out—just get him out here! I have to give props to him. He had other plans and was about an hour and a half from the venue. I basically asked him to come in for about 30 minutes, and then go back to where he came from! But he agreed. He’s a keeper! (Thanks Mama for the excellent man-training lessons!). The next step was to BRAG, yes that’s right—brag! about my crazy ovaries, and how they couldn’t resist the feminine power of the weekend. Brag that they knew just the right time to ovulate, amongst such an incredible support group that would want all my dreams and desires to come true.

But WAIT! I was going to sit quietly in the back—that was my plan! I couldn’t possibly spill my story in front of all these women that I barely knew.

Another voice in my head, a louder voice, screamed “what do you have to lose??!!” So I did it—I grabbed the microphone and told them everything. Before I knew what hit me, a Sister Goddess ran up to me with her hotel room key. She was staying just around the corner and the room would be vacant for an hour after class. Then, another Sister Goddess runs up and gifts me a small fertility goddess statue that she happened to have on her that day. THEN, Mama Gena notices that another Sister Goddess just happened to be using her breast pump to extract milk for her own baby.  We all thought it a good idea for me to rub some milk behind my ears!! All of this happened in the blink of an eye. I told my story for maybe 3 minutes, and within 30 seconds, I had a hotel room key, fertility statue, and breast milk behind my ears. And most importantly, 200 women rooting for me, standing for me, loving me. It was euphoric. I was shaking. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This doesn’t happen in real life, right? I had to concede—this was magical!!!!

Class ends. My husband is waiting outside the building. I won’t go into the details—you can use your imagination here. And I imagine that you probably already guessed that I actually got pregnant during all these shenanigans. It was such an extraordinary conception. My life is forever changed, and I shudder to think how everything might have gone had I not signed up to take Mama Gena’s course. I have learned how to turn my desires into reality. Is there anyone who couldn’t use this skill?! I type this from my home, where my 13-month-old angel sleeps in her crib. I have just finished cleaning all the dishes from the baking course that I just created and teach out of my home. My husband is preparing the hot tub for a soak at the end of a long, fulfilling day. Life is good.  Thanks Mama and to all the sister goddesses of the world!!!!

Love,
Sister Goddess Amy

What are you ready to give birth to?

There is no desire too big or too small for the Sister Goddess Community.

The ONLY Mastery this year kicks off in just 10 days! And guess what? I’m actually going to be introducing a new piece of content into the Mastery curriculum this year that will help a woman know what to do when she can’t seem to even slightly remember that she is a Sister Goddess. (I can’t wait to teach this!)

Whether you’re sitting quietly in the back of the room, or you are the first to arrive and sitting smack dab in the front–I want you in Spring Mastery 2011. Don’t let a whole other year go by without getting yours.

Enroll online NOW or call 212-787-2411 x1 to grab your seat!

With so much love and pleasure,
Mama Gena