ABSTRACT
Though I never heard the word Goddess spoken when I was a child, I felt her power in the eerie calls of the peacocks that nested on the roof of my grandmother's house as my brother and I fell asleep in the yellow bedroom; in the waves that crashed over me as we played at Huntington Beach; in the oaks and scrub brush along hillside trails I hiked in the San Gabriel Mountains; in the liquid eyes of black-tailed deer as they turned to look at me in Calaveras State Park; in the pouring rain that filled my rubber boots as I walked home from school.
