*flaps arms and hands, runs around in crazy circles*
I'M GOING TO THE CLASS IN NEW HAMPSHIRE!!! "HAMPSHIRE" IS A HARD WORD TO KEEP TYPING AS I SPAZ ACROSS THE INTERWEBS! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!
*faints!*
So excited!!!!!
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Monday, October 8, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Finding passion again
I went to Arizona with mixed emotions. I was glad for an opportunity to advance my knowledge. I was grateful to Providence for dropping the means of coming into my lap by way of a new client buying a package for the exact amount I needed. I was happy to be taking a class I'd been wanting to attend for several years. This was a great thing.
I also came with some feelings of intimidation and trepidation. I've done a lot of things I "wanted to do for years" in recent times, paid for Providentially, followed my old dreams and plans to try to make them work, only to find Beijing would change when I returned home. I'd find some roadblock to stop me, and I felt stagnant and bored and directionless. I felt obliged, though, to take the class since it was paid for with an additional promise of referred clients. This was all compounded by the fact that this was only a prerequisite course; it was only Self Care and would not allow me to practice on or teach anyone else. The course required for that was sparsely available and would cost over $2000 to take, plus travel expenses. For a woman feeling like she was forever destined to poverty unless she pulled off a Lizzie Bennet or Marianne Dashwood, that felt like a nearly insurmountable bit of trouble that may or may not prove to be worthwhile to her professional career.
Something changed that first day of class, though. My flesh caught on fire from the inside out. I felt the Calling in my bones, in my muscles and nerves and skin and hair. My blood raced and I thought I shone like a candle. It seared away my stagnation. I received purpose and passion again. It was as though I could firewalk out of my skin and up to the doors of Heaven, there to be received and instructed by the hands of God Herself in this healing art.
The drive never left faded, only settled deeper, dampening into my bones, becoming one with my flesh. I needed to know everything afresh, review material I’d known for years, soak up information I had never before received. I wanted to dance, I wanted to sing, I needed to soar, the step off the dark cliff into the chasm and feel the air rush past my wings. But how? How could I possibly manage it? Already deep in debt, and the next class thousands of dollars... The next step truly would be one into the dark, into the deep.
I stepped, and found a ledge: a virtual stranger I’ve met once in my life was willing to loan me the money. Somehow, miraculously, the money was available. I gave thanks for her kindness and spent a week in contemplation. Would the feeling go away? Was this foolish? It was a lot of money and I don’t have much of my own. Debt can be dangerous and I don’t have a safety net. I’m struggling to pay off my credit cards! This is insane. That doesn’t change the fact that I need to do it, though, and a way has been provided.
I did back off a little on the loan request, though, opting instead to seek donations from friends and family to help make up the difference. That will make repayment more manageable for me as I work this new therapy into my spa offerings and coordinate with other care providers for referrals. This should make life a bit more manageable over the coming months. So far, I've been thrilled by the response, and I hope people will keep up the support. Whatever it takes, though, I will be following this dream, following this path, following this new-kindled passion.
I also came with some feelings of intimidation and trepidation. I've done a lot of things I "wanted to do for years" in recent times, paid for Providentially, followed my old dreams and plans to try to make them work, only to find Beijing would change when I returned home. I'd find some roadblock to stop me, and I felt stagnant and bored and directionless. I felt obliged, though, to take the class since it was paid for with an additional promise of referred clients. This was all compounded by the fact that this was only a prerequisite course; it was only Self Care and would not allow me to practice on or teach anyone else. The course required for that was sparsely available and would cost over $2000 to take, plus travel expenses. For a woman feeling like she was forever destined to poverty unless she pulled off a Lizzie Bennet or Marianne Dashwood, that felt like a nearly insurmountable bit of trouble that may or may not prove to be worthwhile to her professional career.
Something changed that first day of class, though. My flesh caught on fire from the inside out. I felt the Calling in my bones, in my muscles and nerves and skin and hair. My blood raced and I thought I shone like a candle. It seared away my stagnation. I received purpose and passion again. It was as though I could firewalk out of my skin and up to the doors of Heaven, there to be received and instructed by the hands of God Herself in this healing art.
The drive never left faded, only settled deeper, dampening into my bones, becoming one with my flesh. I needed to know everything afresh, review material I’d known for years, soak up information I had never before received. I wanted to dance, I wanted to sing, I needed to soar, the step off the dark cliff into the chasm and feel the air rush past my wings. But how? How could I possibly manage it? Already deep in debt, and the next class thousands of dollars... The next step truly would be one into the dark, into the deep.
I stepped, and found a ledge: a virtual stranger I’ve met once in my life was willing to loan me the money. Somehow, miraculously, the money was available. I gave thanks for her kindness and spent a week in contemplation. Would the feeling go away? Was this foolish? It was a lot of money and I don’t have much of my own. Debt can be dangerous and I don’t have a safety net. I’m struggling to pay off my credit cards! This is insane. That doesn’t change the fact that I need to do it, though, and a way has been provided.
I did back off a little on the loan request, though, opting instead to seek donations from friends and family to help make up the difference. That will make repayment more manageable for me as I work this new therapy into my spa offerings and coordinate with other care providers for referrals. This should make life a bit more manageable over the coming months. So far, I've been thrilled by the response, and I hope people will keep up the support. Whatever it takes, though, I will be following this dream, following this path, following this new-kindled passion.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Celebrating my feminista
I got asked tonight if I'm a feminist.
Best question ever. :D
So just in case anyone missed the memo: Yes, I am a feminist.
Best question ever. :D
So just in case anyone missed the memo: Yes, I am a feminist.
- I believe absolutely in the equal rights of men and women.
- I believe the genitalia and/or DNA any person possesses should neither entitle nor disenfranchise.
- I believe in respecting those who are different and protecting and uplifting those who are downtrodden.
- I do not hate men nor do I want to be exactly like one; I glory in my personal female identity.
- I work toward the day when femaleness and maleness are regarded with identical amounts of respect because of humanness.
Additionally...
- I believe absolutely in the right of anyone to be different.
- I believe that biological sex and expressed gender are spectra; everyone is a mix of male and female traits, genes, and tissues.
- I believe that what diminishes one, diminishes all. What uplifts one, uplifts all.
And you should check out this link: Snopes--Red Hot Mamas (The truth about "bra-burning" feminists.)
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Line art
As mentioned a couple posts ago, I am getting a tattoo. I got the line art only done today due to unforeseen time and money constraints. Let me tell you, I'm glad I stopped when I did, because I just had to pick a ridiculously intense spot: the sternum. Ouch.
Why the sternum? A number of reasons.
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| Stings like a... (Not me.) |
- I can see it. My motif is of a poppy (for California), an apple blossom (for my hometown) and forget-me-nots (for my mother, my Mother, and probably President Uchtdorf. [Love that man... in a totally appropriate, respectful, and non-creepy-fangirl way.] Or for myself. I have to remember to forget-Me-not, too.) I chose these flowers as symbols of where I came from and what my roots are.
- It's pretty much hidden from public view. Very few of my tops are a threat to its visibility. It ride just above my bra neckline and just below my garments. Hopefully this will keep it from being seen by anyone for long enough to be able to say (once it's spotted) "oh, I've had that for a long while."
- It's bony enough that when my weight fluctuates, my skin (HOPEFULLY) won't distort too badly
So, why did I get a tattoo? Because I did. I've never been supremely interested in them; I thought the idea was kind of interesting before President Hinckley advised against it back in the mid/late-1990s, but that was enough to make me ignore the option for about 15 years. I've been thinking about it for approximately a year now, but I wasn't drawn to the idea very strongly. I was more interested in additional ear piercings because they seemed like less commitment. When Mom died, and I started thinking about moving on from my hometown, I found myself wanting something bigger, a more detailed reminder of where I'm from as I get where I'm going.
So now I have the beginnings of that reminder. It's rather surreal after so many years of being told that it was bad and wrong or unwise. I didn't do it to be a rebel, but it is a rebellious act. It's very strange, but I'm really kind of in love with it.
On that note, good night!
Optional reading: My experience of the tattooing itself.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Dear Hypothetical Husband
Hi,
honey. I miss you. I’ve been waiting for you a long time, as I
suppose you’ve been waiting for me. Or maybe you haven’t. By this
point in our lives--assuming you’re close to my age--you may have gotten
married to someone else, perhaps fathered a couple or few kids, and
thus... you may not have waited for me. I don’t know if you know that
or not. You may be divorced. You may have yet to get divorced. You
may currently be happy in some doubly hypothetical marriage and family.
Perhaps, though, you’ve stayed as single as I have. I’m losing hope by
the day that you’ve stayed as celibate as I have. I guess we’ll find
out the answer when we get to where we’re going.
I can’t speak to your situation, whatever it is and wherever you are, but I will speak to mine and here it is; I’m very, very tired of waiting. I’ve spent seven or so years waiting on you since I dumped what's-his-face, and I wasted a lot of time doing that when I could have been more successful in my life. I don’t know if I blame you for not being there when I wanted you to be or myself for not being where I am now or being foolish enough to wait, but wherever the fault lies (and it’s probably with me) I’m done. I’m really kind of over it.
I love you. I really look forward to meeting you or realizing you someday, whoever you are. However, I am done with this game. You took too long to get here. I took too long to get here. We took too long to get here, and I’ve got other places to go, places to see, things to do, things to be. Your life probably isn’t on hold and I don’t believe anymore that mine should be either. So I’m breaking up with this hypothetical life of five kids, a minivan, and a picket fence or what have you that I had sketched up in my mind. I’m going to go be a success on my own terms. I’ll probably find you along the way. You aren’t the guy I was looking for five years ago; maybe that’s why I missed you.
As it stands, though, I have to take care of my own self and live my own life. If I do meet you someday, and if we do have children in this mortality, I don’t want to tell them that I spent all my career years sucking horribly at my work because I was afraid to succeed and lose that success if you showed up in the next few months and we got married and pregnant by the end of the year. I want to be the sort of woman my potential kiddos could look up to as an example sometimes and not just a cautionary tale of how not to do adulthood.
I love you. I want to have you forever, when forever comes. I want us to have a passionate love life when it comes, and I'm working on dealing with my personal body issues and getting over Good Girl Syndrome. I hope you’re doing the same in one way or another--if you have anything to work through--so we don’t have years of huge sexual hang-ups to overcome. I know there’s something to be said about working through thing like that together, but I’m not sure I want to remain “ill” until we’re together for the sake of some “romantic” ideal. I don't think it's a good idea at this point.
Until we meet, my love, I commend you to the watch care of gods and angels, and I’ll see you out in the world.
Love always,
Jena, your Wild Woman
I can’t speak to your situation, whatever it is and wherever you are, but I will speak to mine and here it is; I’m very, very tired of waiting. I’ve spent seven or so years waiting on you since I dumped what's-his-face, and I wasted a lot of time doing that when I could have been more successful in my life. I don’t know if I blame you for not being there when I wanted you to be or myself for not being where I am now or being foolish enough to wait, but wherever the fault lies (and it’s probably with me) I’m done. I’m really kind of over it.
I love you. I really look forward to meeting you or realizing you someday, whoever you are. However, I am done with this game. You took too long to get here. I took too long to get here. We took too long to get here, and I’ve got other places to go, places to see, things to do, things to be. Your life probably isn’t on hold and I don’t believe anymore that mine should be either. So I’m breaking up with this hypothetical life of five kids, a minivan, and a picket fence or what have you that I had sketched up in my mind. I’m going to go be a success on my own terms. I’ll probably find you along the way. You aren’t the guy I was looking for five years ago; maybe that’s why I missed you.
As it stands, though, I have to take care of my own self and live my own life. If I do meet you someday, and if we do have children in this mortality, I don’t want to tell them that I spent all my career years sucking horribly at my work because I was afraid to succeed and lose that success if you showed up in the next few months and we got married and pregnant by the end of the year. I want to be the sort of woman my potential kiddos could look up to as an example sometimes and not just a cautionary tale of how not to do adulthood.
I love you. I want to have you forever, when forever comes. I want us to have a passionate love life when it comes, and I'm working on dealing with my personal body issues and getting over Good Girl Syndrome. I hope you’re doing the same in one way or another--if you have anything to work through--so we don’t have years of huge sexual hang-ups to overcome. I know there’s something to be said about working through thing like that together, but I’m not sure I want to remain “ill” until we’re together for the sake of some “romantic” ideal. I don't think it's a good idea at this point.
Until we meet, my love, I commend you to the watch care of gods and angels, and I’ll see you out in the world.
Love always,
Jena, your Wild Woman
Monday, June 20, 2011
Work and Glory
I'm (slowly; it's overwhelming and kicking my butt) making my way through a book called Heart of the Visionary: A Workbook to Empower Women's Work. The section about money kicks off with a poem called "Mama Goes to Market", and it has been floating around in my head for a few days. The woman is a mother and an entrepreneur, she is wise and discerning, decisive, joyful, personable, and prepared for her work. In turn, she attracts customers like herself, and merchant and buyer both are blessed with abundance by each other. This is the kind of life I want to live, to lead, and the kind of life I struggle to build.
This morning, I met the infant son of one of my chiropractors, whom she had brought to work, and he had been sleeping in a back room. There she was, working outside the home, yet mothering at the same time, just like the woman merchant in the poem.
This is a matter I've struggled with for many years. At times when my business has rebooted (practically every year...) I've told myself I'm too busy working to date... not that men have been busting down my door! Hey, it gave me an excuse (albeit potentially controversial in LDS culture) not to be getting on with the whole settle-down-and-make-babies business, since that wasn't happening anyway. I could have a reason. Well, I gave it up as a "reason" a few years ago and have grudgingly embraced that I'm just not dating and getting married and making babies. It just ain't happening. (I mean that in the present tense, not the present-future "I've made a decision that it's not what I'm going to do" sense.) It'll happen eventually, I'm confident, but for right now... nil. So, I have a job, and it's pretty much my life. It is my husband/lover and my baby all wrapped up together. I have drawn the line at two for my cat collection, so I needed something else to love and inject with my energy, clearly. And I do love my job. It is very satisfying to see someone come out of my workroom with a smile and dropped shoulders. I know that I've worked something good in them, and if I can't get the usual shot of oxytocin, I'll take that.
Thing is... it's not really a replacement or a placeholder anymore. I've been planning for years that once I get married, maybe once I'm pregnant, I'll quit my job and settle in to be a stay-at-home-mom. That's a rough goal in this area, but not impossible. And having a predictable, safe, reliable parent presence is extremely, extremely important for children; I fully embrace that truth. My hands would no longer be used to heal and help the grown, but the growing. It is a noble thing, but I have been holding back on going all-out in my business because I don't want to "get in too deep" and then have to drop it if/when I get married. Seven years later, look at all the good that did me! Way to go, self! I know we've been counseled to pursue education and careers and not count on getting married because some of us just don't, but by golly I had a written statement of intent from God in my Patriarchal Blessing! It could happen any day! Look how quickly I got engaged to my last boyfriend! (The creep.) Hope springs eternal! Any. Day.
.... Yeah. *sigh* Way to go, self. Totally smart.
Anyway, all of that rambling to say, I was thinking about the poem earlier and a scripture came to mind.
;)
This morning, I met the infant son of one of my chiropractors, whom she had brought to work, and he had been sleeping in a back room. There she was, working outside the home, yet mothering at the same time, just like the woman merchant in the poem.
This is a matter I've struggled with for many years. At times when my business has rebooted (practically every year...) I've told myself I'm too busy working to date... not that men have been busting down my door! Hey, it gave me an excuse (albeit potentially controversial in LDS culture) not to be getting on with the whole settle-down-and-make-babies business, since that wasn't happening anyway. I could have a reason. Well, I gave it up as a "reason" a few years ago and have grudgingly embraced that I'm just not dating and getting married and making babies. It just ain't happening. (I mean that in the present tense, not the present-future "I've made a decision that it's not what I'm going to do" sense.) It'll happen eventually, I'm confident, but for right now... nil. So, I have a job, and it's pretty much my life. It is my husband/lover and my baby all wrapped up together. I have drawn the line at two for my cat collection, so I needed something else to love and inject with my energy, clearly. And I do love my job. It is very satisfying to see someone come out of my workroom with a smile and dropped shoulders. I know that I've worked something good in them, and if I can't get the usual shot of oxytocin, I'll take that.
Thing is... it's not really a replacement or a placeholder anymore. I've been planning for years that once I get married, maybe once I'm pregnant, I'll quit my job and settle in to be a stay-at-home-mom. That's a rough goal in this area, but not impossible. And having a predictable, safe, reliable parent presence is extremely, extremely important for children; I fully embrace that truth. My hands would no longer be used to heal and help the grown, but the growing. It is a noble thing, but I have been holding back on going all-out in my business because I don't want to "get in too deep" and then have to drop it if/when I get married. Seven years later, look at all the good that did me! Way to go, self! I know we've been counseled to pursue education and careers and not count on getting married because some of us just don't, but by golly I had a written statement of intent from God in my Patriarchal Blessing! It could happen any day! Look how quickly I got engaged to my last boyfriend! (The creep.) Hope springs eternal! Any. Day.
.... Yeah. *sigh* Way to go, self. Totally smart.
Anyway, all of that rambling to say, I was thinking about the poem earlier and a scripture came to mind.
Moses 1:39 "For behold, this is my work and my glory--to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man [and woman.]"These are the Lord's work and glory... so what is my work? What is my glory? As I reflected on those questions, I got a lot of answers. A lot of things came to mind.
Behold! This is my work and my glory--To bring relief to the suffering and unload the burdens of the pained; To give comfort to the aching and bring joy to the sorrowed; to shelter the hurting and be a friend to those with need; to counsel the questioning and enlighten the asker.
This is my business. This is my work. This is my glory. To be wise in learning and wise in teaching, to help bring to pass the health and vitality of those under my hands.Is it the same thing we've always been told? No. Would I be okay with still working with massage and doulary and whatever else I choose after I'm a wife and mother? Heck yes. Will I find a way to make it work for me, my family, and my accountability to God? Undoubtedly. Am I a juicy woman and a liver of life?
;)
Monday, September 20, 2010
The Wise Woman Tradition Loves Rough
From Susan S. Weed's Healing Wise:
Just as receptive power seems a contradiction in terms to some, so too does rough love. Compassion, forgiveness, and unconditional love evoke a sense of squishy soft acceptance to many. In the Wise Woman tradition, love is rough, real, truthful, and unattached to outcome. In the Wise Woman tradition, love says "no" as often as it says "yes."
The Wise Woman tradition sees compassion as passionate. Passion shared is compassion. Passion is rough; passion is wild. Screams and shouts and tears and touches are part of living with passion, being com/passionate in the Wise Woman way.
Forgiveness is focused on self, in the Wise Woman way, and believe me, that can rough. Forgive yourself for being hurt, for suffering, and love yourself enough to tell yourself the truth about it. Is it time to say "no"?
In the Wise Woman tradition, forgiving ourselves opens our vision to our limits, to our cramped spaces, to our self-inflicted prisons. Keen-sighted from the truth, we see how to free ourselves by setting boundaries that truly protect our fragile aspects yet are moveable, permeable to nourishment, so we receive the intimacy we desire. Saying "no" leads to unconditional love.
Unconditional love that nourishes the inner being does not tolerate abuse, ugliness, lies. Unconditional self-love brings self-respect and demands it of others. Unconditional self-love knows that it is unloving of anyone, self or other, to allow abuse to continue, no matter their age or circumstances. Loving ourselves unconditionally strengthens our power to say "no" when our heart knows that beauty and the truth are not present.
The wise woman understands that, for most of us, saying "no" is hard to do. We're afraid that if we say "no," we won't get enough love. Or worse yet, we won't be allowed to give our love away, and we need to give our love away so we can expect to get love from others. The wise woman understands that we expect love to come from outside, not inside. She knows that this expectation, this assumption, this hope--that love comes from outside--prevents us from speaking our truth when our heart demands that we say "no."
Loving ourselves, generating love from inside, not trying to get it from outside, that is the Wise Woman way, a way that allows "no" to reveal its loving nature.
Become aware of how often you do the expected thing, the good thing, the right thing, says the Wise Woman helper, and acknowledge the part of yourself that is a liar, that is afraid to say "no."
Truth and unconditional love support each other. To love yourself unconditionally, you must tell yourself the truth. You cannot hear your own truth if you are lying to others. Begin to tell the truth in the smallest thing. This brings you wholeness. Tell the truth often and you will be filled with beauty. You will have health. You with walk the beauty way of health/wholeness/holiness. Your truth will bless all you encounter. You will be blessed. Do not be afraid to reveal your own uniqueness, for that is part of your blessing.
Just as receptive power seems a contradiction in terms to some, so too does rough love. Compassion, forgiveness, and unconditional love evoke a sense of squishy soft acceptance to many. In the Wise Woman tradition, love is rough, real, truthful, and unattached to outcome. In the Wise Woman tradition, love says "no" as often as it says "yes."
The Wise Woman tradition sees compassion as passionate. Passion shared is compassion. Passion is rough; passion is wild. Screams and shouts and tears and touches are part of living with passion, being com/passionate in the Wise Woman way.
Forgiveness is focused on self, in the Wise Woman way, and believe me, that can rough. Forgive yourself for being hurt, for suffering, and love yourself enough to tell yourself the truth about it. Is it time to say "no"?
In the Wise Woman tradition, forgiving ourselves opens our vision to our limits, to our cramped spaces, to our self-inflicted prisons. Keen-sighted from the truth, we see how to free ourselves by setting boundaries that truly protect our fragile aspects yet are moveable, permeable to nourishment, so we receive the intimacy we desire. Saying "no" leads to unconditional love.
Unconditional love that nourishes the inner being does not tolerate abuse, ugliness, lies. Unconditional self-love brings self-respect and demands it of others. Unconditional self-love knows that it is unloving of anyone, self or other, to allow abuse to continue, no matter their age or circumstances. Loving ourselves unconditionally strengthens our power to say "no" when our heart knows that beauty and the truth are not present.
The wise woman understands that, for most of us, saying "no" is hard to do. We're afraid that if we say "no," we won't get enough love. Or worse yet, we won't be allowed to give our love away, and we need to give our love away so we can expect to get love from others. The wise woman understands that we expect love to come from outside, not inside. She knows that this expectation, this assumption, this hope--that love comes from outside--prevents us from speaking our truth when our heart demands that we say "no."
Loving ourselves, generating love from inside, not trying to get it from outside, that is the Wise Woman way, a way that allows "no" to reveal its loving nature.
Become aware of how often you do the expected thing, the good thing, the right thing, says the Wise Woman helper, and acknowledge the part of yourself that is a liar, that is afraid to say "no."
Truth and unconditional love support each other. To love yourself unconditionally, you must tell yourself the truth. You cannot hear your own truth if you are lying to others. Begin to tell the truth in the smallest thing. This brings you wholeness. Tell the truth often and you will be filled with beauty. You will have health. You with walk the beauty way of health/wholeness/holiness. Your truth will bless all you encounter. You will be blessed. Do not be afraid to reveal your own uniqueness, for that is part of your blessing.
Like unto Mother Eve
Welcome! I hope you enjoy your time here and that you find something worthy of reflection and contemplation in my little blog. It's really more of a personal project, a way of consolidating and categorizing my thoughts, questions, experiences, and questions about life, the Plan of Salvation, and the deep Truths-with-a-capital-T of God.
I love our noble mother, Eve. As with any mother, without her, we wouldn't be here. We wouldn't be who we are. I firmly believe she was courageous, adventurous, insightful, and wise; that she had an inkling of the grand scope of her decision to partake of the fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, and saw that it was indeed Good; that she has suffered an unjust reputation at the hands of her children through the ages, and the world owes her (and every woman abused or belittled in consequence of that reputation) an eternal apology. If you can't respect that stance, you very well may not like my blog, and I will exercise my right not to tolerate disrespect to her.
However, that's not really to point of this blog. I imagine Eve will be a somewhat rare subject here; there are too many other things on my mind. What I do want to impress upon my readers, though, is the spirit of Eve that I strive for in my life, and how it combines two of my interests into one: my religion/spirituality, and the Wise Woman traditions. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. LDS. Mormon. I am a "crunchy granola" Mormon, to boot, and as part of that, lately I've been studying a lot about Wise Woman tradition. A lot of it fits nicely with my beliefs, some I'm still figuring out, and some I can't yet accept, if I ever do... which is a very Wise Woman thing to say, really. Anyway, a lot of this blog will be about how my non-spiritual and spiritual beliefs collide, coincide, correlate, and coalesce. A lot of it will just be thoughts about beliefs, doctrines, traditions, history, and whatever else crosses my mind. This is my spiritual journal. (Please play kindly. Thank you.)
-Sam
I love our noble mother, Eve. As with any mother, without her, we wouldn't be here. We wouldn't be who we are. I firmly believe she was courageous, adventurous, insightful, and wise; that she had an inkling of the grand scope of her decision to partake of the fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, and saw that it was indeed Good; that she has suffered an unjust reputation at the hands of her children through the ages, and the world owes her (and every woman abused or belittled in consequence of that reputation) an eternal apology. If you can't respect that stance, you very well may not like my blog, and I will exercise my right not to tolerate disrespect to her.
However, that's not really to point of this blog. I imagine Eve will be a somewhat rare subject here; there are too many other things on my mind. What I do want to impress upon my readers, though, is the spirit of Eve that I strive for in my life, and how it combines two of my interests into one: my religion/spirituality, and the Wise Woman traditions. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. LDS. Mormon. I am a "crunchy granola" Mormon, to boot, and as part of that, lately I've been studying a lot about Wise Woman tradition. A lot of it fits nicely with my beliefs, some I'm still figuring out, and some I can't yet accept, if I ever do... which is a very Wise Woman thing to say, really. Anyway, a lot of this blog will be about how my non-spiritual and spiritual beliefs collide, coincide, correlate, and coalesce. A lot of it will just be thoughts about beliefs, doctrines, traditions, history, and whatever else crosses my mind. This is my spiritual journal. (Please play kindly. Thank you.)
-Sam
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