in memorian

Well tragedy hit after circle this weekend when we returned home and our tuxedo cat Loki was dead in the road. My husband took it badly, very badly poor man. He buried him near our driveway because Loki loved stretch out and sun himself on it or on top of the van. I put a huge clay pot we have on top of it and I am going to plant forget- me- nots in it. Also stencil his name and the date of his crossing over. He was a good cat.

There is something that always causes the intellectual side of me to become infantilized when tragedy strikes especially when there has been months of hardship going on. I begin to wonder if I am cursed and I get stupidly superstious or I start to lose faith in my Goddess, or I wonder if I have offended the gods in anyway. When reason comes back I realise that this is Loki's karma playing out or maybe all the hardship and tragedy is bleep on a universal energy grid and instead of another family biting the bullet it is my little family doing so.

His picture is fuzzy because I could never catch him sitting still.

betrayal Rethought or Bloudeuwedd's crime?

I was thinking about the Welsh goddess Bloudeuwedd, the beautiful one, the one conjured from the most beautiful of things, flowers... she is the betrayer, her story is of betrayal....I know of Her from the welsh legend of the Sun Gods unfaithful wife, at face value it is a domestic drama the legend of female villainy... but that is face value.. the legend tells of how Bloudeuwedd was created to only pleasure and love the Sun God Her existence and destiny was as A male God's sexual Object of pleasure... The Legend is not a to be taken at face value no myth or legend should be..the betrayal is not that of the Sun God by a unfaithful consort but as the betrayal of Bloudeuwedd... in creating her for one purpose her autonomy has been destroyed as a play thing. She is given no free will and thus this story is something that patriarchal men do not understand...Lugh gives her no choice he has betrayed her right as a being to free will thus he pays in making her his slave with his life...It is Ironic that her price for killing her spouse is to be changed into an owl, and given the wings to alight and find the freedom of flight...The envy of mankind for millenia... So is she betrayer, or betrayed, is she punished or set free ultimately that is in the Eye of the Beholder. It is a story do not raise your daughters to be wives, mothers or handmaidens only. Allow them to choose their destiny, biology is not destiny. Raise them to be Human with hopes and dream and a wish to create with life, not clay to be molded into a vessel for someone else...For not to do so can lead to dire and fatal consequences... Merrie Part from the provinces.....

The dragons have come with omens

It was a surprise on Friday when My husband and I alighted to the nearest Lowes to find a Curtain rod, the decorative kind and to look at plants to adopted into my house garden and outside garden....It was surreal as snow flakes blew lightly around.. INside Lowes was pandemonium as workers rushed around to save spring offerings of plants covering the garden sections with tarps and hauling in movable displays into aisles that never have plants displayed in them.. I live in a part of the country that loves to obsess about signs, omens and prophecies...They do not take to heart the admonishment in the bible, that they love to tell you they read all the time, "about a vain and harlotish age vainlessly looking for signs and omens", while their god stands around ignoring them as he taps his foot... To me it looked like a very good sign that Gaia was fighting the fever of Global Warming with a bout of the chills...Of course I needed to state the obvious to my husband that this freak of a weather, a return of frost and snow flurries in April, would be taken by the yahoos as a sign that global warming was propaganda...I acheived great feat of divination on my part as for as we walked, the gallery walk, that night in chilly glory an acquaintance needed to inject it into a conversation and tomorrow on sunday brunch it will be brought up to cow my husband and my liberal eco-friendly political beliefs.. They will never bring up how unsual the weather is just "ugh uh it's cold can't be any global warming". I wish divining Lotto winning number could be done this easily.. But the Goddess of domesticity smiled on my Friday A whole bunch of stuff, of dragon themed variety was 90% off on sale on the clearance racks I saw that As a good omen that the house spirits and Goddess were happy with the Face lift the inside of the house is receiving with me painting the dowstairs... This job has consumed me for weeks and with physical labour and the cold weather the arthritis in the back has returned but Yoga keeps it at bay and the pain is a nuisance and not debilitating as pre-yoga...FOR A GOOD BOOK ON YOGA AND RELIEF IN BACK PAIN RELIEF IS IN THE STRETCH by Loren Fishman M.D. the book is a lifesaver to anyone with a bad back.. bye from the provinces and us provincials.

The joy of Womin's Work

This weekend has been a beautiful one full with the replanting of new house plants that are now permanent guests at my house now... there is nothing more relaxing than gardening and planting it is more fun that harvesting...Another thing is doing deep house cleaning it is hard work but like long distance running one gets into the zone the longer and more intense one cleans... 90% of all violent crime is prepetrated by males... I wonder if men took to housework, cooking and decorating the way women do maybe they would be less violent... Maybe simple work of women needs to be glorified by our culture instead being enforcers to the mob and then maybe peace and diplomacy will become an option instead of bullets and bombs.... merry part

cleaning and planting and enjoying mundacity

For the last two weeks I have been obsessed about cleaning, I must admit that I spent to many years cleaning strangers houses for a living to ever be a Anal retentive when it comes to my own house...Cleaning ten households a week has a tendency to break one of fussiness when relaxing at home and it makes one loathe to hire outside because you really do not believe the world needs a poor housecleaner driven mad by the demands of a ex-pro... Having live the life of dirt and detergent I know I can never afford to pay a Housecleaner what she/he deserves for a the bullshit they put up with from clients and agencies. But it is good to be well enough and physically strong enough to sling furniture, paint and cleanser around... There is one thing I love to do is to organize it is the death of me and ends up with 24 hour cleaning sessions when I am physically capable... My husband will invariably wake-up in the middle of the night and ask why am I still cleaning, but once you start it is hard to stop it is the starting that is the pickle.... When it comes to houscleaning I have a rusty alternator and it takes some coaxing to get into the mood... I think I if a started a new career I would be an organizer or in a alternate universe I would be an effiency expert but not the stopwatch kind but the ergonomic kind simplifying things for the good health of the worker not to squeeze out as much work out said exhausted worker. But my new contemplation room is beautiful Saturday I moved all my plants upstairs and into the kitchen... Since my Lewellyn datebook told saturday was auspicious a day for planting my husband bought me a late Loveday present of indoor plants I was beside myself... Unfortunately He regretted the generoisity when the garbage disposal shorted out and he spent sunday re-wiring in the kitchen.... My only defense was I always potted in the kitchen and this never had happened before...And pretending to sleep as blue language floated up to the second story bedroom...But it is worth it when I see all the new additions to the family they are truely a beautiful group of flora and Lowes plants are much better, prettier, hardier and cheaper that home depot and they have a better selection....that'ss alllls FFFFFolk from the hinterlands of america