• Feminist,  Introspection,  Musings,  Patriarchy

    Know Your Worth

    I hate this phrase.  I frequently hear this phrase.  I question my sanity as to why I still listen to this phrase?  My heart convulses when it’s reiterated to me.  Who has decided that we have to know our worth?  I demand to know who makes these bullshit rules up anyhow.  Why do I hate it and listen to it simultaneously?  Is this phrase something that I believe in?  Is it something that I need to know?  Do I need to know my worth?   Would I ask another woman to “know her worth?” There’s something inside of me that tells me “I don’t think so.”  I love these overthinking exercises…

  • Depression,  Feminist,  Musings,  Patriarchy,  ShadowWork,  Story Medicine,  Underworld Work,  Wounds of the Feminine

    PRAY WITH YOUR BODY AND YOU WILL FIND HER

    Sinking onto the floor in a puddle of child’s pose, I take a deep and sad breath in as I begin to move, to conjure up the something that has been missing in my life. My body moves in a sensual yogic dance… I WORSHIP I DANCE I PRAY I AM THE ECSTASY OF A SIMPLE SWAY And as I breathe in, I AM THE BLISS OF THE FIRST BREATH OF DAY.  Lighting a candle and setting sacred space I begin to feel them entering the room one at a time.  I call to my primal ancestors, my highest spirit guides, the energy of SHE, the Magdalene and the Christ…

  • Feminist,  Patriarchy,  Wounds of the Feminine

    A Ritual for Greta, Autumn and the Children of the Earth

    Beating drums, and pulsing hearts we are the result of thousands of loves, and thousands of lives and eons of toes that have sunk into the sands of time before us.  It has become terrifyingly obvious how quickly that primal knowledge can fade, especially in a world that appears to be much more technologically interconnected.  We sit in an airport and there are futuristic looking trains that pull up on elevated railways, fountains that shoot water to the synchronistic pulse of a beat played, plugged into our illusionary woven web of connection through our phones and other electronic devices, and yet we are suffering and we are wondering around on…

  • Contributory Writer,  Feminist,  Lady Mayhem,  Patriarchy

    I KNOW YOUR HEART

    I Know Your Heart Yes, sister. I see you watching me, I know your heart stirs as I rub dark earthly mud across my nipples, along my cheek bones and down the lines of my stomach. I know your mouth waters as I swing my hips ecstatically through the tall grass. I know you long to have feathers dangle from your ears, lace stockings whisper up your legs, and a stone crown upon your head, as I do. I see you sister. I’m an earth queen and you wish to be beside me. My heart goes out to you, for I know that you have been kept quiet due to…

  • Feminist,  mansplain,  Patriarchy

    Mansplain Me MothaFucka

    “Put on your face Know your place Shut up and smile Don’t spread your legs I could do that…. I can’t keep quite no oh oh oh oh oh oh I can’t keep quite no oh oh oh oh oh oh A one woman riot oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.”  -Quiet, MILCK What does it feel like to be mansplained to?  I can tell you, it’s really fucking annoying that’s what, but what’s worse than that is that it’s a devaluation of yourself as a capable, knowledgeable adult female being.  It’s a patriarchal derogatory connotative tone that takes your innate feminine energy and attempts to place you…