As I looked down at the ochre-stained object resting in my hands, I felt an undeniable sense of peace.
Was I cradling a representation of the first goddess? Her features were so unlike those we would associate with divinity today. She did not fit our socially-accepted standard of beauty. And yet, she was not ugly. I did not find her repulsive. There was a different sort of beauty about Her, one I couldn’t explain, but I knew it was there, carved upon the stone, nonetheless.
Sammi Cox 