Recall how the Hebrews crafted an elaborate story about He who cannot be named? Well neither can She be easily named, cloaked in beauty and mystery, like the night.

The present collection of essays and stories is my quest to give her a name, that she at last may rise up, return from her exile, and restore her place in our lives and our world. I write to celebrate all that encompasses Her, the feminine essence. Our world without Her is a planet swerving off axis. A Hymn to the Feminine celebrates her subtle workings to save our world where all supermen have so far failed.