Gender Wars...

 

Interesting yesterday, listening to ex's domestic violence treatment supervisor,  criticise earlier treatment providers for holding ex fully accountable, belittling my experience of ex's abuse and the resulting fear and need for a Protection Order, and attempting to diminish the seriousness of ex's past actions and the risk of further violence... 

 

Male judge, male opposing attorney, male opposing witnesses...

 

And I have all female witnesses...

 

What does that say about life and the battle between the genders and the male attitudes to women and children?

 

 

 

 

Men - Move Over...

I know this is going to sound very sexist, but even the indigenous elders and the Dalai Lama have said this...

Real change is going to come at the hands of women...

Men - you've pretty much had the run of the planet for several thousand years, and you've pretty much stuffed it up... 

 

 

I don't know what happens to you sometime between adolescence and adulthood that makes you hate us and the planet so much, but you're not the boys we raised...

If this is how you project your primal womb envy and your fear of emasculation, ENOUGH - STOP IT...

Move over and let us women and our children have a go... 

Before you take us all down with you... 

Seriously...

A Wise Man...

... and poet once said:

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows,
while the wild women and sages
who have to duck their heads
when the moon is low,
keep dropping keys all night long
for the beautiful, rowdy prisoners.

- hafiz

 

 

 

 

Women, World, Crows & Freedom...

Indigenous elders around the world, say the change we need will be brought by us women...

LYRICS:

Cause I come from the land of the shaming
Where the innocent are taken to the pavement
Won't somebody just tell them
Won't somebody oh, won't somebody oh oh oh oh oh...

Won't you please look after my children 

All the words that are coming from the mouths of the women 

Someone gettin' all the wood to get the fire laid

Someone pickin' up the pieces of the last days

Won't somebody oh oh oh oh oh

So we're Calling all the crows
They comin' in slow
It's gonna be a show down
Said the rebel to the revolutionary come with me
And if you feel like you are witnessing a movement
Then get up girl and let them know you're free

Cause I come from the land of the shaming
Where the world is looking up you know it's changing
Won't somebody just tell them
Won't somebody oh, won't somebody oh oh oh oh oh...

So we're calling all the crows
They comin' in slow
It's gonna be a show down
Said the rebel to the revolutionary come with me
And if you feel like you are witnessing a movement

Then get up girl and let them know you're free

 
Said the rebel to the rebel
I will go if you come with me
I'm tired of living in a fable
Blue sky I'd love to see
The journey must continue and does not start or end here, no
Cause the rivers wide
but with all of us we can reach from side to side
and it is here that we must all hold so dear

So we're calling all the crows
They comin' in slow
It's gonna be a show down
Said the rebel to the revolutionary come with me
And if you feel like you are witnessing a movement
Then get up girl and let them know you're free

It's just a murder of crows
They comin' in slow
It's gonna be a show down
Said the rebel to the revolutionary follow me
And if you feel like you are witnessing a movement
Then get up girl and let them know you're free
You got to get up girl and let them know you're free
You got to get up girl and girl let them know you're free

 HOW ARE YOU GOING TO CLAIM FREEDOM

FOR YOURSELF AND THE WORLD

TODAY

AND 

EVERY DAY

HEREAFTER?

Have You Ever Noticed...

...Just how dysfunctional love songs are?

They're all about co-dependency and often about enabling continuing emotional abuse...

"I can't live without you"

You're my everything"

"What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?”

“Lie to me… lie to me…make like you love me…”

LYRICS:

It cost me a lot
But there's one thing that I've got
It's my man
It's my man

Cold or wet
Tired, you bet
All of this I'll soon forget
With my man

He's not much on looks
He's no hero out of books
But I love him
Yes, I love him

Two or three girls
Has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him

I don't know why I should
He isn't true
He beats me, too
What can I do?

Oh, my man, I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But I don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright
All right

What's the difference if I say
I'll go away
When I know I'll come back
On my knees someday

For whatever my man is
I'm his forevermore

 

LYRICS:
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you

O can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you

Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby please

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you

 

The Goddess Speaks...

The Goddess speaks through her vessels - women - the carriers and birthers of all life...

The Challenge For 2011...

So, this is the challenge for 2011...

What are we, as a so-called civilisation, going to do about it?

We're pretty much out of time and wiggle room, if what the indigenous elders say is true...

Listen to the Grandmothers...

...for more information, go to: 

International Council of 13 Indigenous Grandmothers
http://www.grandmothers.com

Namaste...

Grief & Roses...

It was complete synchronicity that I wrote yesterday about feminine beauty past and present, using photos of French model Isabelle Caro to exemplify how far the pendulum has swung into the realms of unhealthy and horrible...

I didn't even know her name, or the names of the other young women pictured.

And today I read the headlines that she had died (in November)... At the age of 28, after a 15-year journey through the hell of anorexia...

Synchronicity?   Was I "tuned in" to other energy fields and picking up what was going on in her life?

Whatever, I feel sad for Isabelle in what she must have endured... and sad that an artificial world, the creation mostly of men, enabled her in that torturous and tortuous travail...

These roses are for Isabelle and all the women - young and old - who have felt so unloved and unaccepted/unacceptable that they fought their minds, bodies and spirits to become someone/something else...

 

Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder... UPDATE

What painters in the late middle ages thought was the epitome of feminine beauty...

...luscious, voluptuous, healthy, well-fed women who could fulfil their roles as wives, mothers, mistresses of households and reflected credit on their husbands and fathers, for being good providers...

This is what (mostly male) fashion designers now think beautiful women should look like...

...women who have no shape, no health, no female characteristics (including fertility), plucked, shaved pre-pubescent girls, almost androgynous... 

Do these men hate and fear fully grown, mature, natural, powerful women so much?

And why do we women let mal-adjusted males dictate to us what is normal and beautiful in the feminine form?

December 30th, 2010:
Isabelle Caro - the French model whose pictures are the first in the series above - has died from the effects of anorexia nervosa, a disease she had suffered from since she was 13. 

She is the third international model to die of anorexia-related causes in recent years.

Isabelle agreed to be the "face" of a campaign to warn young girls of the dangers of anorexia - she was  photographed and featured on a billboard during Fashion Week in the US in 2007...

 

Rest In Peace, Isabelle...

Phenomenal Woman...

To my sisters in this season of change...

 

Who knows better than we

what all life needs?

 

It's time once again for us to DO, not just talk...

 

What small thing will YOU do today, 

and tomorrow, 

and the day after that,

to birth a better world into being?

Women Of Power...