I title this Self Portrait

Golden fingers up my spine
Spinning tendrals so divine,
Kissing lightly through my hair
Floating gently in the air.
Resting softly in the nest,
Beating rythms of the breast,
Singing nightly through the sky,
Dropping diamonds from my eye.
Give us life within this day,
Give us wisdom come what may.
Give us strength when sun goes down.
Give us power to hold our ground.
Bring us light with our souls,
Bring the scent, bring the bowl.
Fill it up with good intent,
Fill us up with merriment.
Fill me up with love not lost,
Fill you up with little cost.
I know what you want.
I know your desire.
I see you entranced,
Dancing with fire.
I hear your cries,
I hear your fears,
I see your fragility,
I smell your tears.
You are hot with desire,
You are hot with Passion,
You play well with fire,
It's a ritual fashion.
I know your weakness,
I'll feed on your sin,
I'll give in to your grin.
I'll give, and I'll win.
I am love I am hope,
I am all that you want,
I am patience with yearning,
It is me that you flaunt.
I am your mirror,
I am your past,
I am your master,
You've met me at last.

 

 

The rumblings of the female essence
Recently there has been an undercurrent of turbulence.

Not just with me...I'm sure you've seen it,

But with just about every woman I know.

As if the ground is shaking.

The deep primal grumble of an unseen force that seems to shake us to our very bones.

We can feel it within as if a current is washing away all that we know.

Yet time is moving so fast we can't stop to catch the footing as one thing after another is thrown at us.

Transformation.

The butterfly MUST beat it's wings to exhaustion before breaking the cocoon.

The cramping of birth and ring of fire must be faced before enter a new world holding the miracle.

All of these unexplainable feelings of fragmented energy and paranoia that "everyone is going to think I'm loosing it" are a shared and current common denominator.

Here is my theory.

Only mine so I don't expect you to subscribe, but MAYBE it may make you feel better just knowing you aren't going through it alone.

I believe the Goddess...Mother Earth...has been ravaged and raped for centuries. I LOVE men and the male energy, but the male energy vs female enegy has been completely out of balance.

The primal instinct in the women to fight and survive is rising to the surface. Calling on them to be stronger, faster, and to no longer allow the idea of male dominance and suppression to be the way of being. "It's a man's world" is becoming a scarey place to live.

There is a sense of survival that is coming through us as mother earth screams to us for help. Her trees fall, her waters rise, her anger is obvious and war is escalating and becoming a threat now with not only terrorism but nuclear.

It is a natural primal instinct in the women to don the armor and become the warrior to save the children. We will not war for the sake of man. But we will for the sake of survival.

I believe the stirring in us all, the need to "act up" and "voice" ourselves even to a point of being over done is caused by that natural survival instinct.

I don't have an answer as to what to do about it really, I just see it EVERYWHERE!! I don't currently know a woman who isn't sitting somehow in that space of wanting to claim the Goddess within.

Could be because that is my community. I'm sure some are more surpressed than others...but dang, I saw on Oprah, even the piligimast (sp) women are coming out and speaking up for their rights. Wow!

So what is this gals? And let's start a conversation, maybe a movement, something, to open that space larger and use our energy and positive strength and will to survive to do something for this planet, for the children, for the men and for ourselves.

The balance is coming. The change is happening. The cleansing has already begun and we simply want to scream out and fight and hide and run and disappear all in the same breath.

It isn't the "my man left" or "my mortgage is due and no money" or "my business needs more to survive"...those are the symptoms.

Pointing our fingers at the symptoms never heals the situation. And I don't know maybe just riding it out and allowing it to be what it is IS all that we can do.

I would like to know what you say. I would love to hear ideas and theories as to what would happen if....

The pounding rythym beneath my breast,

The passion burning in my chest.

Deisre is flight unseen yet known,

The way to live, the way to home.

Give me courage, give me strength.

Give me hope alive in pain.

Breathing harder, softly fall.

The earthborn at the faerie ball.

Dance in circles source divine,

Time is now, this life is mine.

Take it slowly while jumping high,

And don't look down...

I'm in the sky.

 

My goodness tink,

I've learned to fly.

Ahhhhh....so the Faeries have gone Urban. There is something deliciously sensual about the softness of the fae stepping into the concrete jungle.
As they descended one could feel the light and see the look of wonder in the city dwellers eyes. Magick. Mystery. Mischief.
The gentility of the people as they touched upon the delicate nature of fae was transparent at Faerie Con. Their curiosity and wonderment was a sight to see. It was as if Angels had come to sweep them out of the urban space and carry them to another plane.
With beautiful trinkets and amazing artwork that sparkled, the hall was filled with a buzz of excitement and peace all in one breathe.
It was a star-studded event with more fantasy faerie talent under roof than had ever been before, and the energy played upon that. The fans of the faerie world looked bewildered and enchanted. The artisans and crafters were enticing and drew beauty where ever they walked. From the magnificent Linda Ravenscroft to the soft and quiet Jasmine "Strangeling". There was more to embrace than one could wrap arms around. And of course Brian, the only man I know who makes me feel shy. And if you know me, you know that's on heck of a feat!
So I just breathed deeply. Hoping to absorb the essence of the show and carry it home in my very soul.
The shows and musician, the costumes and fae. The colors and whimsy and the spiritual depth all created a show like no other.
I will definitly be going next year. The Faerie Con is an experience one should not miss. Be sure to read my blog on the Masquerade Balls. That will be "another story"...grin.