Triple Goddess Trials
Triple Goddess Trials (TGT) explores every stage of women's lives through the timeless insights of myth. Combining extensive research with stories, Kim Nagy digs into archetypical female divinities as maiden, mother and crone. Triple Goddess Trials will appeal to readers who feel stifled by sharply-delineated media-sanctioned categories rather than the more true-to-life multiplicity we are more likely to experience. Nagy hopes to provide a storytelling forum where we can all explore our natural complexity to become more whole.
What readers are saying about TGT: Praised for her literary yet down-to-earth style, Nagy draws on the divine feminine archetype, phases of the moon, and timeless stories (Medea, Aphrodite, Kali and Syrinx to name but a few) to shed light on women's experiences in the modern world. Readers have called Nagy's work "thought-provoking," "funny," "deeply important" "inspiring" and "real."
Introduction: Triple Goddess Trials
"She is who we are no longer and who we will become. The sorrow that comes with what will inevitably pass, and the joy at what is utterly fresh at the break of each dawn. Just as a split second cannot be neatly extricated from the hour, the Triple Goddess is a continuum of identity and soul. In fact, with divine sanction the Triple Goddess has played all feminine roles — innocent virgin (Persephone, the maiden who later becomes Queen of the Underworld), divine mother (Demeter), incorrigible, sex-crazed flirt (Venus) and Kali-like she dragon from hell, and well, that kind of story line seems more honest to me than most."
Aphrodite and the Lightbulb Factory
I was a moody twelve year old, but I remember life blooming into full color when SHE walked into my room. Amongst scattered lipgloss containers, soccer balls and stuffed animals, hours with my best girlfriend would melt into minutes.
Kali's Ancient Love Song
My three-year-old daughter, Isabel kisses trees goodnight. She also wonders whether grass feels lonely when everyone goes to sleep. And when she exclaims with wide glowing eyes, "Mommy, la luna, the moon, the moon, the moon!" in the tone we usually reserve for spotting a long lost friend, I admit to feeling knee-buckling waves of adoration.
Meet Medea
Tender fierce Medea paces the shores looking for amulets. She doesn't remember exactly when she became the enchantress to whom villagers flock for cures and potions when they are injured or dying or in love. But oh, oh she remembers the first feeling of sweet swordless power that transformed her
Fire in the Head: Brigit's Mysterious Spark
Brigit's abundant red hair flows to her waist. Her lips curve into a knowing smile. But I warn you, hers is not a painting's aesthetic perfection. Rather Brigit reveals her beauty in layers that will never cease to confuse you and her shadows will always require the guidance of your own candles.
Goddess of Milk and Honey
My oxytocin burst (wouldn't you know it?) has a ridiculous amount of irony. Okay, at times I might be speeding 80 miles an hour down Euphoria Highway, but get this! I'm also directly behind a tractor trailor violating every environmental hazard on the books. My sciatica sucks. I'm frustrated with my stupid aching back and shoulders from nursing nursing nursing all day and night and actually everything hurts and I'm thinking, oh please not again, it's 3AM and I'm so freakin tired. How long do I have to do this? How can I get out of this?
