No idea where this blog is going. Nothing particularly inspirational comes to mind as I am writing this blog. Perhaps it is because I am receiving e-mail after e-mail of one earthquake after another striking Chile; warnings of tsunamis all along the Pacific coast right up to Alaska; wondering, “What in the he@@” is going on.” Perhaps I am saying to the Creator…”What, what do you want of me?” No I am not saying I can stop an earthquake – I am saying that for so very very long the male species has ruled planet earth; I mean really ruled it. I am not making this statement as a feminist or a sexist or whatever you want to label it. I am making it from that side of the human psyche that seems to have gone untapped and certainly unused for thousands of years. I am making it from the point of, “Surely there must be something in human kind…that can be just that – KIND! Kind to the earth and everything that creeps, crawls, swims and flies in, on, under and over…and even through it.”
When we human kind were created we were apparently created in the image of our creator. Let’s not go religious or theological about this; how about just logical and simple; keep it simple for I don’t have the intelligence that wins nobel peace prizes or science awards. I have a brain, a logic that says, being created in the image of our Creator…well the creator can’t create what the Creator is not. Therefore, I simply and logically conclude, we are neither male nor female – certainly in the understanding of modern or even historically ancient societies. Therefore, given the flesh that walks about is neither but both (if one must apply the definitive male or female), then there is a part of us that has not risen to power or demonstrated or applied or been allowed to be expressed.
I believe that part is the intuitive side; the one that goes against all physical appearance and reasoning of man kind. We need to know the whys and the wherefores before we act. We need to analyze and work out the game plan. We continually apply boundaries that say, “No way! That’s not the way it’s always been done. People will think I’m crazy. Who is going to listen? How can I prove it?” We are bound up, hands tied with that kind of thought process because we damn our intuition before it even has time to arise and blossom fully. Intuition and wisdom…these are us; you know the ones that look like what we label “female”. Even the Torah/Bible refers to wisdom in the feminine.
The very earth we stand upon is “mother earth.” We are told man was formed from the dust of the earth; when we die we will (the physical body) return to the dust from which we were formed. Our earth did indeed give birth to us and we shall return to the “womb of mother earth.”
My mother earth is crying out in great pain; earth quake after earth quake spits out her cries – screaming at us to listen to her pain. Will she erupt, will she spit us all out; consume us with the fire of her wrath?
I am a woman and I am strong – but that strength cannot be seen, heard, touched or felt. It is a strength of knowing, a strength of wisdom, a strength of intuition. But it is a strength that I have not “given permission” to be birthed and bare the fruit it so longs to bare; to share with the rest of this painful world. My heart aches at the pain and sorrow all around me. Why, in a city of five million people; a city filled to the coffers with all kinds of wealth; why are people dying homeless in the streets? Why are so many of us addicted to things that are killing us: drugs, alcohol, prescription meds…and WORK; yes we are addicted to work in this metropolis because we are addicted to the things that we feel we must have to feel a sense of identity, of purpose – a badge to wear that shouts to the world, “Look at my grand house, fine car. Ain’t I a wonder. See how successful I am.” And, in the meanwhile this successful executive goes home and drinks himself to sleep, or smokes or takes drugs (street or Rx)…or perhaps locks him/herself in the den to view pornography on the internet…to get release, to escape from the pressures of the world!
What pressures? Whose pressures are they? They are MY PRESSURES. I created them, I embraced them and I have told me – not you or anyone out there – that I need to do this or have that…otherwise my life will have nothing to show for it.
I am a woman and I am strong – and I say physically as well. If men had to go through childbirth…well there sure wouldn’t be any more after the pain of the first. Men are wimps when it comes to pain or illness. Come on guys; admit it. We women get colds and flus and “keep on tickin”; ’cause we have to take care of the children and you guys…who fly to your beds with the first sign of a running nose!
I am strong: I am expressive and have a way of saying things that has more often than I’ll ever know, been an encouragement and uplifting to another. These good things, good thoughts…these are my intuitive, inner self that knows without being told, without reasoning or thought, just the right thing to say at the right time. It’s much like my writing – like this blog – I sit down to write and what comes out is unthought, un-analyzed, un-reasoned; it simply is an intuitive expression that flows. Any poet or writer will tell you that if they have to “think” about what to write – they are doomed before they begin.
I am woman and I am strong – and we women, collectively and individually…well we are nurturing and caring and loving and expressive and our world, our atmosphere…the very air we breathe, needs us to allow ourselves to be released, to be expressed and to disperse and dispel the darkness of lies that currently rule as the forces on this earth.
