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Fresh start.
Clean slate.
Blue skies.


Have you started to think about the coming year and all you want to do?
I’m starting to plan out my desires, wishes, and goals for 2018. I ache for my life to be brighter than in 2017. I had some funky not-so-great personal stuff happen. Life, y’know? It got me a bit depressed. Ever go through rough patches like that?
The white cape and blue skies here reflect these lighter & brighter desires.
YAY for that! Right?!

What are YOU planning and desiring for 2018?


Let me know in the comment section below, my lovely goddess!














Photo by Rod Westwood
Model Yara
Linen Cape by Hello My Goddess

The Light Within

Eons ago, in a life surrounded by anger and depression, I blamed other people and other circumstances for the way I felt.

Then one day *BANG*, I woke up and discovered that we have a choice, I have a choice, you have a choice: to be angry, to be sad, to be happy, to be content, regardless of the people and things around you in that moment.

This was pre-internet days when this kind of info was rather scarce. Amazon and it’s self-help books existed but I lived in a teeny town far, far away where shipping prices deterred any purchases.

It must have been the universe that whispered this knowledge in my ears, at a moment I was ready to hear it.

About the same time, I realized that the sun is always shining within ourselves. We are the sun, I am the sun, you are the sun. ALWAYS. It’s just that we sometimes don’t see the sun within: there are clouds in the way (depression); there’s a storm on the horizon (on-going drama& arguments with others; there’s smog from pollution (angry thoughts)….

Sometimes I forget that the sun is always shining within. And get angry, get sad, beat myself up…

Then when I set aside the time go out in nature, go to an art exhibit, listen to creative music, spend time with special friends: voilà, that sun comes out and shines.

The hard part is to realize that the sun is ALWAYS there, even without the art, music, nature, friendship.


Can you see the sun within?

spice. spicy. hot. cold.

Sugar and spice and everything nice.




Variety is the spice of life.







Red Hot Chili Peppers.


Salt & Pepper.









Free associations.

Where do they lead you?

On a path of blah?


To a life of joy??!

Which do you prefer? Blah or Joy?

(I took this photo while shopping at a local farmer’s market while living in southern Spain. This particular one took place every Friday, all year round, rain or shine. Luckily, it was mostly “shine” in that part of the world! The farmer’s markets in southern Spain were an astounding onslaught of  inspiration to all my senses: sight, smell, taste, hearing, touch. I loved them. And do I miss them dearly while in cold, cloudy Chicago winter sans farmer’s markets. The photos help me relive the memories!)



My mom.




She knits.



I’m so lucky.



I get to wear this sweater today, hot off the

knitting needles.
Good thing I caught mom

just in time

before she started cutting off

all that awesome fringe.

In her eyes, it was just a bunch of random

ugly loose strings.
What do you think?



Do you think it’s a bunch of “ugly threads”


“awesome fringe”?
Oh, and I’ve altered some of my old favorite vintage Levis so I’d have something cool to go with this sweater.


Serendipity Strikes -or- The Return of the Great Goddess

There it was.

Sandwiched between
The Complete Bean Cookbook”
The History of Herbert Hoover: American Quaker
(how could I not see it?)
Return of the Great Goddess“.
OK, let’s back up a bit:
I don’t like gyms.
Spinning my way to the top of virtual Himalayan peaks
while boxed inside an indoor purgatory,
working up a stinky sweat while damaging
my lady bits, in unison with 49 other goddesses-in-making,
is not exactly my idea of a good time.
So the other day, I opted for taking a leisurely stroll
around my historically scenic neighborhood
as an excuse for not going to a gym.
(This activity also conveniently doubles
as my procrastination technique
when I should be working.
In the basement.
And on a sunny day, dammit.
How could I not be outside?)
As I was ambling past the neighbor’s little lending library
(those adorable miniature
wooden boxes on a stick in the ground,
vaguely reminiscent
of an old-fashioned-small-town-USA mailbox),
I was overtaken with
a very sudden urge
to pry open the little door
to see what books were hiding inside.
During previous procrastination escapades oops, I mean,
I’d found such riveting titles as
Stevenson: Speeches
by Adlai Stevenson,
The Klone and I 
by Danielle Steel,
the ever yawn-inducing
Advanced Organic Chemistry – Fourth Edition“.
Ah, yes, and how could I forget to mention the 472-page hard-bound copy
The History of Dairy Farming in Wausaukee“?
It’s not like I was expecting to discover anything promising this time around either.
But a voice said, “Open it!”
So I did.
I unclasped the no-nonsense hook,
there it was.
Squashed between
Herbert Hoover: American Quaker
The Complete Bean Cookbook
lay a pristine edition of

Return of the Great Goddess“.

You see,
I’d been putting off & putting off & putting off
doing it*. (*see below)
You know.
Life gets in the way and all that. (Right?)
So Ms. Serendipity stepped in.
She decided to act boldly.
She had a plan.
She got all dressed up real fancy that day,
adorning herself with autumnal reds, oranges, and yellows,
and, using her sixth sense powers,
beckoned me through the window to come out and play.
(I was in a dark basement, remember?
Ready to be easily distracted
by bright colors and sunshine!)
Ms. Serendipity  wasn’t very nice that day.
(Or so it seemed.)
To tell the truth, she was really quite the bully that day.
She crashed into me that day with all her weight,
twisted my arm (*ouch!*),
and practically broke my eardrums,
“Hey, goddess gurl, I’m warning you.
This is your Last Chance.
I’ve been scattering hints around for you for days on end,
in hopes that you’d “accidentally” find them.
I go and hide them in the prettiest of places,
and either you are blinder than the three blind mice
or you are choosing to ignore me on purpose.
I. Am. Fed. Up.
Today I’m gonna stick
this giant ol’ piece of serendipity right
in front of your nose,
and if you don’t see it,
then I think you are just plain stoopid!
Oh, and I don’t want to play with you ever again!
So there!”
(Did I just see her stick out her tongue at me?!)
But, as it turns out, I FOUND IT!
I found the book!
I found the clue that Ms. Serendipity laid out in front of me.
And I wasn’t even looking!
That’s got to be the work of Ms. Serendipity, dontcha think?
 A book named “The Return of the Great Goddess”!
The return of the great goddess strikes again!!!!
How could I NOT realize that this was
the sign from the universe
to tell me to keep blogging,
to continue with my goddess ideas,
to continue with my creative life?
How could I NOT write you,
barging into your life (um, inbox) all over again?!
Love always,
Indre a.k.a. the Gurl Goddess
P.S. Hey, my lovely goddess, hit the “reply” key, and say “hi”!
P.P.S. I swear this story is totally not fake.
P.P.P.S. Ms. Serendipity promised never to bully me ever again.
She didn’t mean to be mean, she just wanted me
to BELIEVE in her,
to BELIEVE in serendipity!
*pursuing my goddess-themed blog

EL OOO VEE EEE spells….



Hello my dearest, loveliest goddess,


Words are inadequate to convey how I feel.

Right now.

And how I have been feeling for the past 5 months.

During the Winter of My Tears.

Today is different.

The sun is shining! It is warm! My tears are gone! (Momentarily, anyway.)

The Winter of My Tears has paved the way for the Spring of My Smiles.

(I know it isn’t spring yet, officially, but the weather has been so incredibly balmy this year where I live. Shrubs are budding, the buds are blooming, the birdies are chir-chirping. I’d love for you to be here and experience this warmth with me now.)

Brooding and philosophizing had taken up much of my time during The Winter of My Tears.
What conclusion have I come up with after all that thinking?

Here’s the little poem I wrote about it.
(Because who doesn’t enjoy a corny love poem on Valentine’s Day, right? 😉 )

Love is the Most.
Love is the Only.
Love is the Everything Answer.
Will you say Yes to Love?

Happy Valentine’s Day, my goddess!

Love to you today and everyday,

<3  Indre
P.S. I hope you are spending today immersed in love,
being in love with life,
doing what you love,
being in love with those around you.

How am I spending my day?
Doing what I love!
Embroidering in the sunlight.
And not hurrying to do the dishes after enjoying a leisurely breakfast
of home-made oatmeal with Spanish black walnuts,
dried cranberries, muscatel raisins and rice milk!

How about YOU?

How will you be spending the day?

Don’t be shy. Let me know your answer in the comment box below!

Paris is always a good idea. Especially if you’re hungry.


Paris is always a good idea.


Especially if you’re hungry.

So let’s brush up on our French first.

(And then go eat some french fries to calm our hunger pains.)

La Cigale et la Fourmi

La Cigale, ayant chanté
Tout l’été,
Se trouva fort dépourvue
Quand la bise fut venue :
Pas un seul petit morceau
De mouche ou de vermisseau.
Elle alla crier famine
Chez la Fourmi sa voisine,
La priant de lui prêter
Quelque grain pour subsister
Jusqu’à la saison nouvelle.
“Je vous paierai, lui dit-elle,
Avant l’Oût, foi d’animal,
Intérêt et principal. ”
La Fourmi n’est pas prêteuse :
C’est là son moindre défaut.
Que faisiez-vous au temps chaud ?
Dit-elle à cette emprunteuse.
– Nuit et jour à tout venant
Je chantais, ne vous déplaise.
– Vous chantiez ? j’en suis fort aise.
Eh bien! dansez maintenant.


-by Jean de LA FONTAINE   (1621-1695) (hey, like, that’s +300 years ago, you guys!)

Didn’t understand a word?

No problem!

Here. I’ve faithfully translated it for you:

Cindy Cicada and Miss Ant

Cindy Cicada, after having sung
her heart out
all summer long,
found herself
positively famished.
A chilly wind whipped around
the corner of State & Lake,
sending shivers down her spine
and makin’ her tummy go rumbly.

She hopped on the “L“,
boarded the Brown Line,
got off at Irving Park,
plodded the half-mile to her two-flat,
unlocked the door to her Apt. #1C rental,
bee-lined straight for the kitchen,
opened the fridge,
and peered inside.

“I spy with my little eye…..nothing.
Oh, wait! I see something green
in that Mason jar on the bottom shelf.”

Cindy took a sip.
And spit it out real quick.

“Eeeeeeww. YUCK. Gross.

Musta been that green smoothie
I made way back in May
(and musta forgot to finish)
before summer started.”

Quick as a cricket,
she hopped over
to Apt. #1A across the hall.

“Heya, Miss Ant, high five!
Whacha doin’?
Long time no see!
Got a bite for poor lil’ ole me?
I’m staaaaarving!
Got any of those yummy kale chips?
How ’bout some quinoa salad?
No? Nothing? Nada?
OK. Hmmm. Uh.
Could you spare me some dimes then?
I’ll just pop down to the street
to get us some tacos and green tea lattes.
How about it? Say yes!
Pretty please, Miss Ant?
With raw sugar on top?
I’ll pay you back before June.
August at the latest!”
promised Cindy Cicada to Miss Ant,
“Cross my heart, hope to die,
scout’s honor, pinky promise,
and all that jazz, ya know?

Neither a borrower nor a lender be“,
retorted Miss Ant.

“I’ll even pay you interest!”
countered Cindy.

“I’ve got a question for you, Ms. Cicada.
Just what exactly were you doing
all season long when you’ve been gone?
Weren’t you supposed to be out looking
for a job over summer vacation?”,
Miss Ant interrogated Cindy Cicada.

“Um, ah, I was following my passion,
ya know, Miss Ant!
Ya see, I’ve got a song
inside me and
I’d sing it in the morning,
I’d  sing it in the evening
all over this land,
to every person who’d come my way!”

“You were singing?
Yes. OK. Alright. I see.”
said Miss Ant sternly.
“I am so very happy for you.
Well, then, why don’t you
go and dance?
With the stars?
Just don’t be deluded
into thinking
you’ll be chosen for
America’s Got Talent.”


Miss AntMiss Ant
A financial adviser who regularly shuffles papers 9-to-5 plus overtime and week-ends.
Appears weekly on CNN Special Insect Hour.
During her down time, she is a successful de-clutter lifestyle blogger whose informative articles have been published by the New Yuck Times, Huffingbug Post, and Respidery29.
Wakes up at 4:45 a.m. to tread on her Step Master and write +2000 words in her book before heading out to work.
Favorite foods: Kale chips, mango spinach smoothies, and chocolate caramel sauce.
Biggest Confession?: Devours entire boxes of Dunkin’ Donuts in one sitting when no one is looking.

Miss Ant as seen bogging on www.HelloMyGoddess.comCindy Cicada
Multi-passionate entrepreneur who sings acapella
while weaving, felting, and tap dancing.
Crochets golf stick covers in her spare time.
Enthusiastically collects heirloom recipes.
Wears her sponge bob pajamas all day long.
Loves to snuggle with her pug named Unicorn.
Big fan of Barbie’s instagram. 
Favorite foods: Red Hot Chili Pepper Flavored Dark Chocolate Ice Cream.
Oh, and of course, Hulk Pancakes.
Biggest Confession: Spends Sundays
(and most Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays and sometimes Saturday nights)
on pinterest searching #Anthofave.

What a pity these two lovely goddesses have nothing in common.

Or do they?

Let’s see:

Miss Ant thinks Ms. Cicada should act like an adult
once and for all
and get herself a real job.
As for herself, Miss Ant secretly admits
to feeling constantly stressed out
but, hey, “no pain, no gain”
is her motto.
She’s been worried lately
about her blog readership
and is keen to learn the secrets of
doubling her followers on FB, twitter,
Instagram, Linkedin, YouTube, Google+,
and Periscope.
Oh, and especially on her blog.

Cindy Cicada thinks Miss Ant works
at a soul sucking job
and will regret her dull life
on her deathbed.
As for herself, Cindy secretly admits
that her vision boards
and tapping
aren’t exactly
having money appear
miraculously in her bank account.
She feels confused.
She knows she should monetize her voice skills.
But how?
Perhaps she should begin by learning how to
double the followers on
her (*ehem* kinda lame and boring) blog?

How about you?


Are you feeling stressed in your 9-to-5 like Miss Ant?

Are you feeling confused like Ms. Cindy Cicada?

Are you hungry for some blogging advice?


Do YOU want to double your followers on your blog?


Never fear, April is here!!!


“How can that be”,  you ask, “if it’s still  September?”


Because April is not a month.

April is a faery-god-mother-good-witch-of-the-east-of-Blacksburg!

And she’s here with some darn good ol’
solid put-it-into-action-straight-away advice.

Amazing April is teaching on CreativeLive
so that Miss Ant, Cindy Cicada, and me (and you, too!)
could learn the secret to to doubling our readership followers.



Let the show begin!

Deets on the who/what/where/when/how/& why:

This post is a part of the Double Your Followers blog tour
to spread the word about April Bowles-Olin’s upcoming CreativeLive course.
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Are you terrified of sounding salesy or like you have the personality of a dead blowfish?
If so, come join me and 2,500+ entrepreneurs who’re taking
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Yep, free.
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Tell me in the comments below!
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