Whenever I get overwhelmed with the news I have this childish idea of God standing on the north-pole looking down at the world shaking her finger at everyone? She would say “Just stop it! You kids go to your room! No more hurting each other. Everyone gets a time out!” And yes, in my head God is a woman.
Let me give you the whole picture. She has almond shaped eyes that lift slightly at the outer corner and a wide nose and high cheekbones and full lips and skin that is a deep dark olive and her eyes have every color in them but when you look directly into them you just see your Grandma and Grandpa and anyone else that has ever loved you unconditionally. She wears a big colorful robe wrapped around her and it has the words of every prayer from every religion printed on it in bright colors. She is barefoot and her feet are rugged and thick from walking everywhere. Her hips are wide from birthing us all and she has long nimble fingers that are good for making things and tying knots.
Oddly enough, I‘ve never envisioned her hair, perhaps it’s under a great wrap of fabric with stars and planets on it that extends out into the solar system, perhaps she has long flowing curly hair like my Mom, maybe it’s short and messy and sticking up everywhere like Ella’s in the morning, maybe it’s tight and curly and white, maybe she doesn’t have any…
God’s hair anyone?