Our personal bodies are an actual representation of the Earth Body. Reflecting her, because we ARE Her, we express Healing and Dis-Ease as she does. “Suddenly the cancer that was in me was the cancer that is everywhere. The cancer … Continue reading →
Elephant. She’s the animal that showed up for my fifth chakra – the energetic locus of self-expression — that was sliced open just about exactly 3 years ago to the day. The thyroid surgery was terrifying for me – to … Continue reading →
Photo Credit: Gaea McGlothlin Original sculpture by Gaea McGlothlin
Let’s just say that it’s a busy Saturday barbeque morning at the butcher’s counter. The burly meat-man has just noticed the old lady in Birkenstocks with the pale, far-seeing eyes. She has been waiting for quite some time even though she’s been at the meat counter since the store opened. The estrogen off-gassing, smooth-haired, yoga-panted females have finally rumped their carts filled with children to the dairy case. At last, he turns his attention to her, “May I help you ma’am?”
Let’s say that the Crone smiles gently – or doesn’t even smile; she just folds the knowledge of his masculine oblivion like a sharp obsidian knife in her fist. She’s the one who knows how to hunt sightlessly, in dreams across the tundra, her long white hair stretched like wires, each strand connected to a power animal. Let’s suppose that the survival of the fittest doesn’t ride in the loins of the sperm-makers, but rather, in the withered cunts of the dream riders.