Saturday, December 31, 2005
Now on the eve of a new year, I'm doing it! I apologize for the delay. I just want to wish all of you a very happy 2006. My goal this year is just to stop and appreciate more and make the most of my time.
I'm usually juggling three-four things at a time, and because of that I eat badly. Today I announced to my family that I was going to go out for a walk. They all stopped and then laughed, like I was cracking a joke. Mommy leave the art room or computer to go walk? They know I would rather have the stomach flu, a bad haircut and a sour mocha before I'd consider any kind of exercise.
But their their disbelief only juiced up my motivation! I've lost 12 pounds so far and I know I have to move more in order to continue the shrinking process. I'm ready to do that. So within minutes of their heckles, I had my new Special K pedometer on, my sneakers, iPod and... I went for a power walk!!! I'm chubby, this was not easy for me, but I want my body to be as healthy as my mind, so I'm shaving it off a pound at a time.
I chose to walk 3/4 of a mile up the sidewalk to the Dunlap Avenue intersection. 3/4 of a mile is nothing to normal people, for me it may as well have been 3 miles. That was my mental goal. To make it to Dunlap. Every block I passed I wanted to turn around and go back, and then pat myself for going at least that far. But then another little voice (a spirit goddess perhaps?) would tell me, "Just finish!". I went through this Jan Brady-like conversation EVERY block. I noted that it was a good thing I never sent in an app to The Biggest Loser, I would have been booted the first week. The next moment, I looked up and I was a Dunlap Ave.!
There on the corner was a guy in a cell phone suit waving at drivers to stop in the cell phone store on the corner. I waved at him and then marched up to the edge of the sidewalk and stomped on it with my feet, pivoted around and walked back. It was such an empowering moment for me! The journey home was much quicker.
The best feeling was stepping through the front door and having my kids and husband cheer for me. This is such a goofy story, but with only hours away from a new year, I feel like I'm ready to make my way to many more Dunlap Avenue's to come...
Peace, love and glitter to you all!
happy 2006, goddesses! wishing you all love, healing and strength in the 365 days to come.
take some time, pat yourself on the back and take a deep breath. then, raise your arms to the sky, look up and shout "I DID IT!" because it takes guts to truly live. i raise my goblet to you!
the eye that sees your beauty
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
...to join this strong group of writers, thinkers, sharers (is that a word?).
I'm Dana, a name that's pronounced differently (Dah-nuh) than every other Dana (Day-nuh) out there. Which is not always a bad thing.
My last name, Graves, is easy, you'd think, but hard to get across sometimes, even spelling it out. That V just rhymes with too many letters. So I tend to say "Graves, like in a graveyard, ya know?" to people. The ones who laugh are good.
I have 3 degrees. I'm thinking about getting another, a master's in library science. My law degree has been very good for thinking skills -- & arguing, such fun! -- but practicing law, not so much. I liked law school way more than actual law firms.
I'm a news junkie, political activist, collector of cool stuff, & read way too many non-mind-improving novels. Oh. Well. Can't be too smart.....
The photo is me at 3 in a classic 1950's neighborhood. Think the black eye was a harbinger of things to come?
Yesterday, I left right at dismissal and I passed the mother’s van just in time to see her lifting her small boy in through the side door. In a split-second interval I watched a choreography that the two of them have rehearsed every day -- how many times, how many days, of this? -- The boy, standing straight and stiff in front of his mother, so that she could wrap her arms around him and, a small person herself, gently hoist him up into the van. There was so much poetry in his simple, patient, expectant pose; in her sure and steady balance. The routine fluidity of the movement told a story; In that fraction of a moment I secretly witnessed the simple dance of love between a mother and her beautiful, bright-eyed, breakable boy.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
photo posted with the permission of the artist graham jeffrey
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
FunkyJunkie this is for you:
i saw her there
the glow of creation
bright within her
i saw her embrace her child
a tiny being
more luminescent ether than form
with a tenderness and acceptance
that filled me with love
then, i saw her say goodbye
to a miracle
and my heart bled
but i knew somehow
she would always be
the glow of creation
bright within her
My deepest condolences, dear one.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Saturday, November 26, 2005
That's exactly what scared me. It covered all my flaws. Made me think...am I basing my identity now on my flaws solely? Ah! It's all a stage for the drama I call me. he he
Stage left. Creatrix enters and bows: I am grateful to all who came here and joined me in a sisterhood of acceptance. I see you and honor you! xo
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Friday, November 11, 2005
I know because I used to do it. I was always trying to live up to expectations I readily accepted blindly. It was a constant struggle and I found over time that I had buried much of myself, just to survive.
Luckily, I learned to challenge the ideals and embrace the dark. That is where I started to see a glimmer of self-acceptance. For fun, I figured I'd offer some suggestions, based on what I've learned. Of course, my wisdom is meant only as a sharing, not a replacement for your own unique and important voice. Take it, leave it, or change it and feel free to add to the list.
1. shapeshift -- that's right, shapeshift. shake off the mask you wear at your job or around others. dissassemble your form. let go of your image and feel what it's like to be without it. know that you are important regardless.
2. challenge your ideals -- everyone has rules or standards. figure out where they come from and if they are even your own. do you need them all? maybe you could toss one to the side or bend a few just to start off with.
3. agree to disagree -- conviction is great, but rigidity will only make the process hard. know that your truth will change and it is okay.
4. have a self-ish dream -- envision something that you want to do for yourself, that has no other purpose than to make you happy. do you know what you want in your life, beyond what others want for you? this is where it might be helpful to put aside the martyr for a bit. being helpful is wonderful, but it becomes self-depleting if you're only helpful to others and not yourself.
5. mourn the struggle -- give yourself time to grieve and curse. honor yourself. give yourself credit for even trying.
6. revel in unbeauty -- the things you think ugly and hide away just might be something wonderful and worth accepting. perhaps you find new wisdom, talent or joy. it's all a matter of perspective and guess who is in charge of that perspective? YOU.
With love and respect!
Combining sculpture, philanthropy, and symbolic artistry, The Keep A Breast Foundation is a nonprofit breast cancer awareness organization unlike any other. Keep A Breast creates one-of-a-kind plaster forms of the female torso that are customized by fine artists and auctioned to raise consciousness and funding for breast cancer research and treatment. The casts are physical representations of a simple truth— while breast cancer attacks all women without prejudice, it is the powerful individual present in all women that will conquer it. Keep A Breast’s goal is to bring a fresh perspective to this important cause in a way that is relevant and inspiring to today’s youth. (About KAB)
*Thanks to Chris for passing this gem my way!
Friday, October 28, 2005
Basics: name (how they'd like to be addressed), age, and location.
1. What feminine aspect do you like most about yourself? What feminine aspect do you admire most in your women friends?
2. If you were to adapt an archetype, would you consider yourself a maiden, mother, crone, or goddess?
3. What is the most important thing a woman can do for herself?
4. Is there an activity or process that you use during times of imbalance that provides you with some inner peace?
5. Tell us about a woman that influenced your view of the feminine.
6. What does feminism mean to you? Is there an area of feminism that interests you?
7. Interviewer's own question to go here.
What do you all think?
Edit (11/2/05) Here is the original post that sparked these questions to recap:
What would you goddesses think about interviewing another goddess? Perhaps someone you admire that lives her life as a strong spirit of femininity, as you see it of course? I would like to create a regular feature that honors a goddess one of us knows and celebrates her life. What do you all think? and would you be willing to contribute?
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Winners of the 2005 awards
Monday, October 24, 2005
2005-10-23 / Bloomberg / By William Pesek Jr.
'In August 1999, Kathy Matsui raised many a male eyebrow in Japan with a report on how the future of the No.2 economy was in women's hands. Goldman Sachs (Japan) Ltd.'s chief strategist called the phenomenon "womenomics."
Women have been a powerful economic force for some time. Since many single females live with their parents, they pay little rent and have a disproportionate amount of disposable income. Take away their spending at department stores, travel agencies and fancy eateries and some of the men standing in the way of gender equality probably wouldn't have jobs.
That dynamic will only grow as companies warm to entrusting key jobs to women, especially now that Japan's recovery is encouraging employers to hire again. That's an important development in a nation that's reluctant to ease immigration laws to import labor.
Were Japanese female labor participation rates to hit U.S. levels, per capita income would be 5.8 percent higher, Matsui says. Such girl power would provide a nice boost to Asia's biggest economy.'
That's what's happening in Japan.
How's 'womenomics' in the U.S.? ~ lyh ~
Sunday, October 23, 2005
I realize this is excessive, but I can't seem to help myself. I know many other women are the same way. Are pillows some kind of survival strategy hardwired into the female brain? Is it a DNA-level trait -- or some kind of psychological weakness? Am I a compulsive comfort-seeker?
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Here are a few ways I like to appreciate my body as it is, not as some advertising executive thinks it should be:
- paint or photograph a self-portrait
- wear clothes that are comfortable and expressive of my personality, not some fashion fad
- eat and drink healthfully but not because I need to lose weight
Shouldn't every day be Love Your Body Day? How do you celebrate your body exactly as it is?
So, here I am, a goddess with a bump ... a nearly 16 weeks bump which will be a baby in early April. And, here I am, desperately avoiding my worst fear - the mommy haircut (ala Joan Cusack in Raising Helen).
Tonight, I was searching through information on vegetarian pregnancy and was led to a chunk of non-mainstream pregnancy and parenting resources. Thank goodness. While many consider "What to Expect when you're Expecting" the bible of pregnancy books, I find it somewhat rigid at times and am very glad to find resources that are more real and hearty and womanly to guide me along.
Once such resource is HipMama. The site is a collection of articles written by moms who don't necessarily chaffeur a minivan full of children to school, practices, activities, events, etc. etc. And, it's not just about being a mom or being pregnant ... it's also about being a woman and participating in life as a woman.
Maybe you'll enjoy an introduction to the site by reading the interview with Lorig Charkoudian about her heading up a Starbucks nurse-in to advocate breastfeeding in public. It's a good reminder that becoming a mother won't suddenly render me inactive with my opinions. :)
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
My name is Yu (with the 4th tone)-Hua (with the 2nd tone). We have 5 tones for each sound/pronunciation. With different characters, there’re hundreds of words with “the same sound and the same tone” which can stand for different characters. Different characters in different terms or phrases could generate different meanings. Are you feeling dizzy right now? I’ll let you know how to pronounce my name correctly when we have a chance to meet up face to face someday. :)
I’ve a blog, too: lyh0626. The content is all-inclusive and wordy. If you don’t mind feeling sleepy reading it, come check it out sometime (and sometimes).
Glad to join this community. I’ll come back later and post more.
Have a good one!
Yu-Hua / lyh/ Monica / Lin[surname] (4 names, pick one you like)
Thursday, October 13, 2005
My Memaw(Grandma) says all the time, "Thank Goddess for.." this, and "I swear to Goddess" to that..isn't that great???
My children are in need of taming, but I am so happy to be amongst you girlies. Peace, Sarah
It really bothers me when people, especially women, apologize for no reason. For example, yesterday I was at the gym and I sat down on a bench to take off my sneakers, and the woman next to me said. “oh, I’m sorry.” I looked at her and said, “for what?” and she said, “for taking up so much room.” She wasn’t; only the amount of room that her rearend covered, which was average-sized.
I started noticing a few years ago how often women do this, and it pisses me off.
My standard answer has become, “for what? Don’t apologize!” Maybe I can change the world, one woman at a time. But I doubt it.
Women apologize for taking up space. Even the way they – we – sit is apologetic, arms & legs folded to as small a shape as possible. I notice that men, when they sit, sit with their legs apart & take up as much space as possible. Without apology.
When women are in front of you in the grocery store line and need to put all their groceries on the belt to get rung up: “I’m sorry—I have so many things.” It’s a grocery store! I expect you to be buying food! And lots of it, because grocery shopping stinks, and you should get it over with!
If you step on my foot, run into my Achilles tendon with your cart, ding my car with your SUV, then you should apologize. Don’t apologize for being in line in front of me, getting to the door just before me, or breathing the nearby air. Really, it’s OK; you have a right to be there.
It bothers me when women act weak. Although ... some women over-compensate for the implied vulnerability of our gender by being overly abrasive or tough. But that’s a topic for a different day.
For today, let’s focus on feeling OK about the fact that we live on this planet and to do so, we sometimes need a little bit of room.
(This piece was originally posted at 11.5)
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Secrets Can Be Told by Sarah Elise Stauffer
One of the best thing about putting myself out there and sharing my approach to honesty is that I cross paths with amazing beings (like you all here) who are working towards the same goal. Sarah's art reminds me that it is never a mistake to trust your intuition and forge ahead when you're ready.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Originally uploaded by jecate.
I am not exempt from the battle of within vs. without. Sometimes I wish I could be "bright and shiny," but that sacred and feminine darkness has become more valuable to me. It is a great source of creative power.
I hope that here can be a continued sharing of such power.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
misused, stored carelessly
in two boxes
a brilliant spirited artist
into two boxes
it's time to open
those two boxes
I recently visited my sister and brought home two boxes of childhood keepsakes. She had rescued them from my father's careless need to erase his past when he remarried two years ago. Now those two boxes sit like monoliths, awaiting me to unlock their mysteries.
I find it a bit silly. I am a strong and capable woman, but when I see those two boxes I quiver and become the girl with the pasted on smile wishing to be invisible. Those two boxes contain much power and hence much pain. They hold the incredible being that was caged and driven deep underground. I know it's time to reclaim that power and remember the truth of my past, but I don't have to like it. Those two boxes frighten me deeply enough to still my bones and it's not easy to quell their song.
Thus, I keep taking small steps. I will not rush towards those two boxes, but I will not turn away. I'm going as gently as I can. I'm still learning that allowing my story to be heard is a good thing.
Friday, September 09, 2005
An online tour through the personal, erotic and artistic self-actualization of one woman.
Check out the works of Sabrina Lingus on her site: goddessex.com and her blog: goddessex.com/biolog.
Have a sensual, joyful weekend! xo
Update: The owner of this incredible site has told me that she is currently in transition and moving her site to a new server. She hopes it to be up again soon. I will keep you posted.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Crafters United has partnered with Etsy.com to offer donated indie items for sale on the Etsy website. You can find the store here and all proceeds will be donated to the Red Cross Hurricane Relief Fund, which is providing hot meals to victims and rescue workers, as well as providing other much needed assistance such as shelter, medical needs and even therapy for victims.
So far there are over 700 items listed and over 14,000.00 dollars have been raised!
I know that fellow Goddess Jess over at Funky Junkie has donated three pieces of jewelry and I donated two bracelets (still waiting to get confirmation as of yet). So if you have a chance and would like to help, stop by you’re sure to fall in love with one of the unique handcrafted items!
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Please Hear What I'm Not Saying*
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I am afraid to take off, and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me, but don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I am secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, that the waters calm and I'm in command, and that I need no one.
But don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don't want anyone to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and fearbeing exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,if it's followed by love.
If it's the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self-built prison walls, from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can'tassure myself, that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this.
I don't dare.
I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance, will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.I
'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing, that I'm just no good, and that you'll see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance withoutand a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks, and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing, and nothing of what’s everything, of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I'm not saying, what I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but what I can't say.
I don't like to hide.
I don't like to play superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me, but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand even when that's the last thing I seem to want,
Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you are kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings.
With your power to touch me into feeling you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me how you can be a creator - an honest to God creator- of the person that is me if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble, you alone can remove my mask, you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic and uncertainty, from my lonely prison, if you choose to.
Please choose to.
Don't pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man, often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing that I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls, and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands but with gentle hands for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.
*gotten from my friend doughgirl’s blog
I did not write this, if you know who did please let me know. I would be happy to credit them.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Thursday, August 18, 2005
I happened upon your little community when looking for people to touch base with and meet while on the long and every going journey of learning.
I hope to post something soon on my new site/blog and share with you my thoughts and findings.
Thank you Creatrix for in welcoming. I do appreciate it.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Monday, August 08, 2005
Calendar for Women's Vote
Originally uploaded by danagraves.
Dana from Oklahoma has started a blog called womensworkart.
Here's how she describes it: "I hope this blog will be a successful exploration of what is described as "women's work" in the world today. News using this phrase & photographs expressing what it means -- historically & now -- will be displayed."
Friday, August 05, 2005
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Friday, July 29, 2005
Basics: name (how they'd like to be addressed), age, and location.
1. What feminine aspect do you like most about yourself? What feminine aspect do you admire most in your women friends?
2. If you were to adapt an archetype, would you consider yourself a maiden, mother, crone, or goddess?
3. What is the most important thing a woman can do for herself?
4. Tell us about a woman that influenced your view of the feminine.
I'm having a bit of difficulty with this. I think we should have 5 questions that are fixed for everyone, with the option for the interviewer to ask more of her own choosing. Comments? Can you help me come up with another question as well?
Thursday, July 28, 2005
I came across this site
Every Tuesday they feature new self-portraits along with a little blurb on the person and their site. Since I KNOW a certain Goddess is VERY GOOD at taking portraits of herself *cough*Creatrix*cough*
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
I have been extremely stressed out over my job as of late.
So while I was catching up on my favorite blogs I found this link: Why Work? from Blue Alvarez’s blog. I found it interesting and a little hopeful. So check it out if you like you might be surprised, I was :)
(Sorry to cover up, Creatrix’s free sex post!)
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Originally uploaded by irregulargirl.
I've been asked to lead a weekly photo discussion in the Sex and Psychology group on Flickr. I picked this photo from the group's pool because it brings up so many questions for me and I am curious as to what others think.
What does free sex mean? Is sex really ever free? Does gender matter?
I know sex for me can be freeing, but it isn't free. I have to invest myself in it.
So what is free sex? and is this image a solid representation of it?
If you like to follow the discussion as it develops, go here.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Fine art site, with gorgeous fantasy portraits and more...and the
Creatrix site, beautiful goddess art "celebrating women's love of life, beauty, nature, and magic."
I've been thinking about a theme for my own fantasy portrait. What a wonderful idea. Today, mine would have earthtones and perhaps a maiden/mother/crone feel to it.
What would yours include?
We always have an opportunity to make this choice in every moment. We can choose to exist in a vaccum with those blinders on, believing and trusting in the "world of effects" - the world we can see. Or we can choose to open our hearts into a new way of being, to accepting a higher vision of who we are, moving beyond what we think and see. We can choose to listen.
This multi-faceted goddess has three wonderful sites to showcase her art, photography, music and writings:
Tribe of Mari
The Secret WildGoddess
Friday, July 22, 2005
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Fantastic Visionary Oil Paintings by Marcia Snedecor at www.etherealart.com. I saw this beautiful goddess and thought of all my beautiful goddess friends here.
The heat has melted my brain and I can no longer construct a cohesive post, so I give to you this picture and say "Hi, I'm thinking of you all and I hope all is well!" Many Blessings...
Sunday, July 17, 2005
This groundbreaking congress will bring together speakers from Europe and the USA with a special invitation to indigenous women and men from matriarchal societies. The speakers will discuss both the theoretical and the cultural/political aspects of matriarchal societies. The social order of matriarchal societies is non violent. Contrary to the common prejudice, which sees matriarchies as "women's rule", these societies have real gender-egalitarian, consensus-based and peaceful traditions, in which all living creatures are respected. Although they have not been explored objectively and impartially until recently and have not been adequately represented in Western socio-cultural sciences, matriarchal forms of society still exist in various areas of the world and have had a long and interesting history.
The matriarchal form of society, which has been shaped mainly by women, has generally been misunderstood. It is our intention now to present and publicize a clearer and more accurate view. We are also excited that indigenous women and men from still living matrilineal or matriarchal societies will speak to the public about their way of life and about their political struggles with surrounding patriarchal societies.
Check out the Opening Words.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
The main benefit of the study will be to help gather information on the potential positive personal benefits experienced by women in spiritual paths that honor one or many Goddess(es).
Monday, July 11, 2005
Via Crochet Me: The Blog ... a Washington, DC, gallery installment Not the Knitting You Know by Eleven Eleven Sculpture Space.
What caught everyone's attention? Crocheted nude figures. Here's the article from the Washington Post.
My only comment ... that's a lot of yarn!
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Horses were involved, no[crossposted from Watermark]
question. And leopards,
yes. Foxgloves dropped
their blossoms and roses
opened their hearts in blue
air. Geysers pushed up
from stone while Strawberry
Moon rounded, and blushed.
How the dogs bayed! Each
lily curved its creamy petals.
The forest sharpened its teeth
with fire. Oh, the hiss of serpents,
the sad moan of the sea. She
bloomed from the seed of
the planet, a slow and patient
tendril, sapling of her own desire.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Friday, July 01, 2005
Circle of Life by Esther G
woman by Ms. Entropy
Disintegration by Languisity
Sharp Fragile Words by Inkie Kittie
Unanswered by No Words
Matriarch 3 by Unbridled Expression
Washing off the daily masques by Rainmountain
Faceless Redux by Janebug
Leap by Lil Erna
Let me sigh when i'm blue by T Bell
Sometimes I think I am Godot by Gianita
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Friday, June 24, 2005
For example, here is one of their of their headlines: Ugly Vaginas vs. Pretty Vaginas.
Ugly? Hmmm...here's how they justify that:
We know that the use of the word “ugly or deformed” is not very well accepted among some women and it may sound insensitive. However, it is a proper definition as too what will pop into the minds of men and women once they get a glimpse of a vagina and vulva that are not good-looking with a lot of variation. Nevertheless, we also have to accept the fact and reality of life and not live in a fantasy world when it comes to the female gender. Things do exist and it is a part of our every day life.
I REALLY hope this is a joke.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Phallic symbols can be seen and recognized throughout our society. Vaginal imagery, however, seems to have been left behind. What gives? Somehow the air of mystery about the vagina has become mingled with shame and discomfort. But the vagina, in its glowing non-pornographic beauty, deserves to be admired in a non-pornographic way. The Vagina Lady wishes only to share that beauty with the world.
thanks to Sauceruney for the link!
Monday, June 20, 2005
What do you all think? and would you be willing to contribute?
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Welcome to CrochetMyCrotch.com, home of the crocheted vulva (also erroneously called the crocheted vagina). Each one is handmade, crocheted by me, and unique. Like snowflakes. But better, and more vagina-ey.'
Sunday, June 05, 2005
These were my mother's pearls once. Now I have made them mine. Full story here...
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Blue with her BlueStone Jewelry ... growing wings & taking flight. Congrats!
Fellow Switchboard member spunky kitty with her adorable handmade fleece kitty caps. How could you not help smiling if you saw someone walking down the street in a kitty cap ... or a panda cap ... or even a bunny cap. I'm diggin' on the bobcat cap. :)
And, (shameless) props to me ...
funky junkie's new look. I've given the website a colorful facelift. :)
Happily Handmade Giveaway ... I'm participating, so zip to my webbity to enter. Then, enter at each participant's site to increase your chances ... and to see all the great handmade goodies you could get your paws on!
Sunday, May 29, 2005
The whole story is filled with craziness, deception and pain. Even though there are no villans in the tale, I don't usually talk about it because I am usually met with judgment. I chose to be selfish. I chose to love her from a distance. To some, that is an insult to one of the most sacred ideals, mothers and their daughters. You have no idea how it saddens me to understand that I can never have such a bond with my mother. To even ask that of her would be unfair, for she has no clue. Her mother was abusive (that's putting it kindly).
It is difficult, this path I have chosen. The little daughter in me wants nothing more than to please my mother, as I have tried to do for so many years. The woman in me understands that it is time to mother myself.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Once again and it is Friday! AND I cannot resist adding an interesting link for you ladies to peruse over the weekend!
(drum roll please)
And this week’s link is…..
BUST a website for women with something to get off their chests!
Tons of cool links, and AWESOME e-cards for a giggle… and for those enterprising, talented women a great place to add your website!
So my work here is done, enjoy ya’lls holiday and I will see you wonderful women on Tuesday!
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Friday, May 20, 2005
Happy Day to everyone… I wanted to wish ya’ll a wonderful weekend and to let you know that:
May 10th was Planet SARK’s anniversary for the site. And what an awesome site it is, check it out if you want a lift in your spirits… that is what SARK always does for me.
I just wanted to pass along that they are offering FREE downloadable SARK wallpaper:)
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.
Imagine a woman who believes she is good.
A woman who trusts and respects herself,
Who listens to her needs and desires,
And meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who has acknowledged the past's influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past,
Who has healed into the present. Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf,
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and to her wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness,
Who designs her own spirituality and allows it to inform her daily life.
Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is,
Who celebrates her body and its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the face of the Goddess in her changing face.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom,
Who refuses to use precious energy disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women,
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
Imagine yourself as this woman.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
I waited in line for this?
By Dorothy Rosby, Special to the Journal
With all due respect to Mr. Freud, the only time women really envy
anything about men is while we're waiting in line at a public restroom.
Let's take a typical female: cheerful, optimistic, and carrying a very
large purse, a shopping bag, a jacket and an extra 10 pounds. While she waits in
line, she has an excellent view of the wide-open space in front of the men's
room. This is envy.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Somehow, I'm a part of this online community - through blogs, forums & flickr. These are people I share thoughts & ideas with - through email, blogs, comments & forums. So, how would a meeting over coffee (or tea!) go? Or, a phone call? Or, a spontaneous visit to *soandso's* house?
Would it be weird to hear a voice - to associate that w/ a blog & emails? Would it be awkward to talk in person about issues we've discussed through email? Would it be gratifying to put flesh & blood with the creativity I see unleashed online?
I wonder about these things.
My junior year in college, I met an online friend in person. She was taller than I expected. We had emailed lots and talked on the phone and then she decided to take a mini-road trip in her beater car so we could go to a rave-type party. She was a cool chica, but after that trip our emails & phone calls were sparse. But, I don't think it's because we didn't like each other ... I think it's because we did.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Check this site out Threadbare these two delightfully witty women Mary & Kimberly have taken vintage patterns and added a twist. Or as they put it “We combined our fondness for vintage sewing patterns with our need to be bitchy and mean and cruel.”
Enjoy & I wish ya’ll an enchanting weekend :)
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Sometimes I am my own enemy. I slip back on my "martyr" hat and sacrifice myself to please others. I try to squeeze back into that hated item...the box...aka my construct tailored especially to make myself feel unworthy, inadequate.
"Jennifer, be pretty. Jennifer, be nice. Jennifer, be clever. Jennifer, be cool."
To deal with this, I give into the chaos and feel...I mean really feel. I make an effort to accept how I feel even if it isn't pretty. Though I'm not completely able to be self-accepting, just a small bit of effort seems to help. The box gets loose and I can kick it aside for the moment.
Then, if I'm still feeling vulnerable, I quickly pull on my striped socks. They are my secret weapon and are great at repelling self-hatred. Sometimes they even catch smiles and save them for later!
Thank you for letting me share this.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
I'm not sure it qualifies as an altar, except in the sense that all such collections, gatherings, are altars -- reminders of what is out of our sight, of what we can only hint at.
And that's all these are: hints.
[Go here to see photos on Flickr tagged with altar.]
Friday, April 22, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
I began taking the pill when I was a freshman in college, fall 1996. So that's almost 8 years on the pill. What the hell is my body doing now? Is she going to revell or revolt? Prior to the pill, I was a regular gal. Will I be still?
So, with all these questions, I went a'googling. And, it's amazing the information available for women by women. Here's a sampling of what I found ...
~ Women's Moon Lodge on Moonsurfing.com : Our intention is for this virtual moon lodge to become a gathering place for women's voices concerning the cycles of their lives... a coming together for renewal and visioning.
~ Sister Zeus : A Women's Guide to Synergistic Fertility Management
~ The Cycles Pages : An online service to track your cycle. It can even email you when Aunt Flo is expected for a visit. How convenient.
~ Around the Moon fertility consultations : Not quite so informative, but read the personal story Awakening. Makes me feel positive about being naturally hormonal. :)
~ Menstruation.com.au : Feel great about being a woman every day of the month! And love these greeting cards.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
“Hystersisters.com is a woman to woman support website for hysterectomy recovery.”
I (thankfully) have not had to experience the emotional decisions regarding hysterectomy issues. However, I have been exposed to just how hard of an experience it can be. My Mom underwent the operation when I was a teenager. I remember how hard it was for her.
I just wanted to let ya’all know about this site in case someone may need some support.
It looks like a very warm and loving place to get wonderful support.
Kinda like here :)
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
If we were all gathered together at this moment, I would pass this plate among us.
"Take a shell," I'd offer, "Gift yourself."
Some of you might be hesitant and protest, "But, these are precious. I can see that these shells are from distant lands and carry memories. You are too gracious. I cannot take something of such value."
My reply would be gentle, "Dearest sister, these small tokens have little value compared to the gifts you give me and others. It is through your kindness, your acceptance, that the great gifts are given."
I hope then your hand would be willing to reach for that small shell...
*Please, take a moment and gift yourself today. Tell yourself how valued you are.*
Monday, April 18, 2005
I love the way the light in the room reflected off the red bedspread nearest the window, just enough to compliment the candlelight and cast a rosey hue all around the altar. I invoked rose and centered on pink as the healing color for the light to travel through. Just thought I'd share this with you, my friends. Would be great to see any photos you all have of altars or other sacred spaces you create, just in terms of sharing visual energies.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
...that in pre-puberty a woman you trusted would have told you that your period was a powerful initiation into womanhood and called it something like "moon time" instead?
Kudos to Esther, for having the courage to tell her story with such dedication. We thank you, sweet sister.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
In our society women are routinely subjugated, dismissed and abused. This is so commonplace that many people do not recognise the problem and a substantial amount of teenage girls in Britain think that domestic violence is excusable.
A church in my locality recommends a workbook to couples approaching marriage. The following is a quotation from the section on roles within the marriage relationship:
"Do not abuse your wife emotionally, sexually or physically,"
So far, so good but the reason that self-respecting christian males should abstain from abusing their wives is . . .
"otherwise she will be no use at all."
The elders argue that the comment is is simply an effort to introduce humour to a difficult subject. I fail to get the joke. I am sure that the thousands of women who suffer abuse, humiliation and death due to domestic violence don't find it funny either.
Awareness needs to be raised of the fact that women do not exist to be 'useful'. We are not merely here to serve the sexual, reproductive and domestic needs of men.
Consider getting involved with Amnesty International's stop violence against women campaign.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Women, Hebe in spotlight at museum
The News-Review - 7th April 2005
The inclusion of another figure in the exhibit, though, has caused some controversy in recent months. Hebe, the Greek goddess of youth, was included because she is a part of Roseburg's history.
A drinking fountain bearing her image was constructed in the early 1900s and installed on the corner of Cass Avenue and Main Street in Roseburg. The fountain was destroyed in 1912 by a runaway wagon.
McLaughlin said Hebe's original purpose was to encourage people to drink water over alcohol. However, some people are against her because she is perceived as a pagan symbol. Because of the public outcry, the Douglas County Commissioners originally vetoed her inclusion in the exhibit. They later reversed their decision.
"Hebe has always been cloaked in controversy," McLaughlin said. "She has always made people think. How exciting is that, to get people to talk to one another and think?"
via The Pagan Prattle
There was a song written in the late 70's called "Dolphin's Lullaby" (Firefall was the group). when I was little and living in Wyoming, I used to get my mothers LP of this and play that song over and over when my former step-father and my mom would fight. I have since upgraded to cd and now a mixed disk with this song, the tides and a few others that help me find my peace after what is normally an overly stressful day. I so long to be near the ocean again and I will again someday. Satisfing the raging storm within, I will once again dance among the spray of the sea and the her arms wrap me in the cool tenderness that only she can.
So, I ask...
Where and how do you find Her? How do you quiet the raging storm?
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
The Goddess Ungirdled: Encounters with the Sacred Feminine
--by Lisa Sarasohn
I came home the other night to find the Black Madonna in my kitchen. She’s inspecting my oven.
"Hello," I say.
"Your oven’s a mess."
"I know, I--"
"Don’t bother with excuses, I’ve heard them all." She takes a carrot out of her pocket and holds it up to the light. "By the way, where are your pearls?"
"Go get them."
She’s munching the carrot as I climb the stairs.
Kali of India, Isis of Egypt, Mexico’s Virgin of Guadalupe, Yemaya of Africa, the Black Madonna. The Dark Goddess is an image of the Power of Being"the force creating, sustaining, and regenerating the world. An icon of the Sacred Feminine, she’s Mother of the Universe, Star of the Sea. She elbows her way into our awareness these days through story, image, dream.
Who is she? She’s matter infused with spirit, the holy immersed in and shining through the everyday. She’s the nourishment our souls are craving. She’s the satisfaction we spend our whole lives seeking.
Upstairs, I open my dresser drawer, lift the lid of my jewelry box. Nothing. I search the whole room. Nothing. Empty handed, I return to the kitchen.
"Of course you can’t find your pearls," she says. "You hid them."
"Where?" I ask. "I don’t remember."
She sighs. "Last time, you pawned them for a television. I had to go all the way to 59th Street to get them back for you. Time before that, you gave them away to the window blind salesman ringing your doorbell. I had to visit with his mama to get them back for you."
"You know, girl, those pearls didn’t come cheap. They didn’t come from the dollar store or out of a mail-order catalog. Your mama gave you those pearls." I wince, she nods. "Yes, your mama gave them to you when you were born. They were her mother’s, and her mother’s mother’s before that, going all the way back to when they were mine, when I was Ocean Woman, deep-sea diver, at home in the African tides.
"Now you’ve hidden your pearls and you don’t remember where. Can’t say I’m surprised. You hid them in a place you’re too ashamed to look."
She puts her hands on her hips. "Would you believe me if I told you?"
I take a glass down from the cabinet and pour myself a drink of water from the pitcher on the counter. When I turn back to reply, she’s gone.
What do you want? What are your dreams and desires? Something along the lines of vitality, sexual pleasure, confidence? Loving relationships, creative expression, intuitive knowing? Sense of purpose, enduring self-respect, a sense of wholeness?
Although our consumer culture would like us to believe otherwise, these words name qualities of the soul, not products we can buy.
These words name qualities of the soul. We don’t find them upstairs in the intellect. We find them as we live in the center of our lives, at the hearth, in the kitchen, the fire of our passion burning a clean flame. We find them in our bodies, in the place we may be too ashamed to look.
I eat my dinner in front of the television, wash the dishes, go upstairs to get ready for bed. And there she is, the Black Madonna, rifling through my drawers.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Look at this!" She’s waving my newest "tummy shaper," a slenderizing spandex panty I wear so my stomach won’t bulge out of my skirts and slacks. She holds it up, one edge between her thumb and index finger as if any more contact would contaminate her. "Can you breathe when you wear this thing?"
"Not very well. But at least my belly doesn’t pooch out of my clothes."
"Well, that’s convenient, I suppose. When you don’t breathe deeply, you don’t feel. When you don’t allow yourself to feel, you cut yourself off from what you know, your instincts, your soul-power. Put this band around your belly and you abandon yourself. The place where you’ve hidden your pearls? You wipe it off the map."
Women and men through time and across the globe have known the body’s center, the belly, to be the site of our soul-power. They’ve developed traditions of dance, spiritual practice, and healing rites to cultivate the Source Energy concentrated in our body’s core. They’ve honored the body’s center and its pro-creative power with names such as Sea of Vitality, Throne of the Creator, Energy Garden, and Gate of the Mysterious Female. In ancient myth, ritual, and sacred image woman’s belly is a goddess.
I gasp. "I can’t let people see me with my belly round rather than flat. Look at the fashion magazines! The movie stars! The ads for diet plans and fitness equipment! I grew up playing dress-up with Barbie. Women aren’t supposed to let our stomachs show. It’s embarrassing!"
"Honey, take it from me, your belly is sacred, not shameful. It’s where I live. It’s where you’ve hidden your pearls.
"You sign yourself over to several multi-million dollar industries every time you look in the mirror and try to suck your belly in, wishing it would go away. Your "tummy-shaper"? It’s an instrument of social control. Wear it and you’re cooperating with your own oppression. If you want to find your pearls again, you’ll ungirdle yourself and give yourself room to breathe."
I lay myself down to sleep. The Black Madonna comes to my bedside, places her right hand on my belly. Her hand feels warm, radiates tenderness. Tension melts away. Breath goes deep into my body. My belly rises and falls like an ocean wave. Now I feel her left hand resting on my heart, golden light circles through my body in the orbit between her hands. I feel at peace, at home. I dream of deep-sea diving, finding treasure.
(Excerpt from Susun Weed's April eZine - [Link])
Monday, April 04, 2005
The night you came to me by the lake
A great wall of fire circled around me
A white light that was pure energy itself.
Music of the waves gently danced upon the shore
The moon was luminous and powerful.
The phantasms of world had engulfed my dreams
And you...You held me tight
You pulled me from the darkness of the void
And breathed life into my empty soul.
You held my hand through the Forest of Fear
I can feel your energy flow through my veins
As if the Great River of life awakens me.
The darkness that shrouded my very being.
The terror that imprisioned me,
Webs of deception and panic that plagued my spirit
Were thundered away into oblivion
When I had awaken to my new life
And new existance.
© S. L. Smith July 27, 2002
The above image was inspired by some criticism I received the other day for my self portraiture in flickr, most likely in response my power suit set.
I liked your style, it is good but I think you need to look beyond the anger, beyond the stiff and crooked edges, come out of the frame and you will explore "Chastity".
My immediate response was anger. Chastity is a word I do not like. For many reasons, I associate it with hiding, pretending and being locked in a box. But, my own journey is teaching me that the power of sensuality is frightening for some to see in others.
Thus, I thought maybe I was being too small. I should give the man a chance to elaborate and not judge too quickly.
I replied: Thank you for sharing your thoughts. It is my desire to keep evolving, as I explore the difficult realm of acceptance of my power. For now, my expression is of the overwhelming complexity that emerges when you allow yourself to feel the raw emotions without filters. Chastity has a negative association for me. Would you be so kind as to elaborate?
His response was not helpful and only angered me more:
Purity is the word I wanted to use... What I meant is very simple...
(Look at this image) ...Simplicity at its best at the same time defining the deepest complexity.
Ah, purity! Now I understand. errrm...Not! So, I shrugged my shoulders and decided not to email him back. I viewed the image for fairness, but it looked superficial to me. I saw no underlying presence or essence of the woman photographed.
It made me sigh remorsefully. It made me think of all those who, like me, got taught by their mothers that sensuality = sin. Then, it helped me build confidence in what I was doing because I cannot expect others to understand what I am going through. After all, the real reason I'm doing this is for me...
...and for all the other goddesses who cannot speak as loudly as me...yet.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
My mother-in-law kicked us off on Big Train Chai, which I mix w/ morning coffee for poor girl's cappucino.
I am excited to try Meru Tea in my french press. Thank you Vegetarian Times for the link.
All my dance is centered towards the activation of this energy. The two opposite forces of life and death, creation and destruction, chaos and serenity, plus and minus are played upon in a neverending game. "Eros of Love & Destruction" is a theme that runs through my performances. It is about a woman's descent or ascent into herself and realizing all the potentials within. It's an exultation of being a woman and of being alive. It reveals her metamorphosis from self-love to self-destruction, from virgin to vixen, from exotica to unrelenting erotica. It is the realization of one who has become unashamedly assured and in control of her body and spirit...
Shakti Official Website
Flash slideshow (absolutely beautiful)
Thursday, March 31, 2005
You noticed that I left out the "a"? Think about it.
Now that you've had a moment...let me tell you what I see (and that's with all my senses!) in you. I see divine beauty ineptly labeled as woman. I see sacred. I see goddess. I see the feminine, the sensual, the powerful creatrix...that is you.
Here's the hard part -- accepting your divinity. You might see it as being accountable, present, alive, creative or kind. Or you might think it's when you stop blaming (or playing the victim or reacting) and start claming your power to create your life.
I'd agree with you. But, I'd also add one thing. Divinity = self-acceptance
Today, dear ones, know that you are loved. Bless each other and in turn be blessed.
//end sermon (it helps if you smile and giggle too)
Monday, March 28, 2005
As I sat amongst you the I faded
the We of old emerged, drawn out by your sparkling glances
through the celebration of the We within.
Simplicity reached out from the complexity to reveal
the knowingof billions that have come before, the egg grown to ripeness,
some two legged, some four
some that have no legs at all, yet birth it is.
Welcoming enthusiasm washes over the soul.
Gratitude, a pillar in the spine making me feel tall and strong
as I shine back at you,
thank you sweet women....thank you so much
Written by Lynn, in response to a Blessingway. She is expecting a daughter at the start of June. Her eldest daughter is getting married on April 2nd.
Quick note to all: I would like to encourage savy self-promotion. *wink/nudge* Tell us about your wares/services or some other sister's wares/services. Just add a small "disclaimer" letting us know whether the goodies are your own or another's.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Linda is a multi-faceted beauty, deeply spiritual and supportive of other women's journey in sexuality. In short, she is a phenomenal woman. Her book, Reclaiming Goddess Sexuality: The Power of the Feminine Way, is a must read for those of us coming into our own divine acceptance.
Here are her answers to my quiz (be sure to try the exercise in 5):
1. How would you define sensuality?
It is the blending of all the senses—including the 6th or intuitive/spiritual sense. At its best it is a total mind-body-spirit connection where you are completely in the moment and in your own experience (not thinking or evaluating).
2. What makes you feel sensual?
Almost anything I can feel—kinesthetically or energetically: warm sun, soft breezes, sensual touch, and emotional connection, especially through the eyes.
3. A moment in my life when I felt most sensual.
Wow, how to narrow it to one. It would have to be making love with total abandon and feeling a merging with the universe. I’ve had a few of these ecstatic sexual unions in my life and each was unique in its circumstances. They have occurred when I’m in the early romantic love stage in a relationship and feeling totally connected with my lover, I wish they could last forever. In my ordinary life it would be when I’m feeling good in my body, having had a fragrant bath, lotion on my skin and wearing sensual clothing—soft and silky.
4. Things around me in my daily life that I find sensual.
The last sentence of # 3 answers this one. I would add that my beautiful Quan Yin garden, when it is in bloom in the spring is a visual sensual delight that I glory in every day.
5. Words of wisdom for other women to discover and accept sensuality.
First, catch yourself in guilty thoughts and visualize them disappearing (or explode them). Then, spend 10 minutes everyday imagining yourself inside your body (ie. out of your head, into your torso) and try to stay with the physical/energetic experience. Also, you can practice squeezing your PC (pelvic floor) muscles every day using your breathing as a way to move the energy up and down your body. Finally, give yourself permission to do one sensual thing for yourself daily—ie. sensual bath, lotion rub, 20 minutes outside breathing in nature, looking at a beautiful art piece or flowers, really enjoying your lover, pleasuring yourself or anything else you can think of—eating would be my last choice because it is an easy sensual pleasure to overdo, but enjoying a lovely ripe piece of fruit would be fine.
Of course, there is much more to this amazing woman than the scanty sentences I put together. If you're interested in more of her wonderful meditative exercises/writings or her book, check out her website at goddesstherapy.com or email her at email@example.com.
Friday, March 25, 2005
Today, I wrote: "I have worked hard to come to this place. The place where I can choose to reach into my darkness and embrace it, instead of hide it away. Sometimes I do not like to stay there long because what I find frightens me terribly...my dark beauty. Yesterday, I stayed long and took pictures."
My self portrait journey has inspired me to share some moments when I have felt unbeautiful and what it has taught me. Now I ask...When have you felt unbeautiful? and how has it shown your hidden beauty?
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Thursday, March 24, 2005
Daily Candy featured psychic girl today in it's email. She does readings by phone, instant messenger and in person. I'm tempted, but not tempted enough to spare $75 for a reading. I did, however, enjoy her explanation on how a reading works. I also thinks she has great eyebrows and lovely possession protectors. I think Kali is right up my alley. Which one would you choose?