Category Archives: Beauty and Image

LIGHT IT UP!

“All of us come into this life with unique gifts. We are beings who are self expressing from the time we enter into the room,”

~ Shilo Sophia, Artist and Visionary

I found Shilo Sophia’s beautiful images of the divine feminine spirit earlier this year, or I should say, they found me. I truly believe that what we most desire finds its way to us. The question is, are we ready to greet it with open arms and a loving heart?

We are all born with the desire to self express through intentional creativity. In its purest form it manifests as the longing to recreate in our own image, to give birth to children who will perpetuate some part of us. It also drives artistic creation in the form of visual art, writing, music and design. But what about planting – gardening and farming? What about building – infrastructure, or widgets, or building the business that builds the widgets? What about less solid form visible activities? What about the energy that goes into the creation of ministering, healing, marketing and selling, teaching, or serving others?

I am here to tell you that everything we do, is a creation that begins first as a thought. If nurtured, that thought will grow with our personal energy and, if allowed, will manifest as our own creation. And we have the same power to create the life we desire.

I didn’t always get this. Before the MAD Goddess muse started whispering to me, I let others’ energy shape and define me. We all do – it’s the norm. We are taught to behave as civil human beings do. We are taught to fit into society. We are taught to conform.

Shilo’s wise words resurrected a poem I wrote many years ago. I had to search for it, though files of loose paper and scribbled words. I think it may well be the MAD Goddess’s first whisper to me.

my own small voice
daughter
sister
mother
wife
what if –
orphan
only child
childless Woman
widow
who am I then
lover
friend
just more names
fitting me to others’ frames
i have listened long to their words
fragmented by the messages heard
now one voice, though quiet and small
has the magic to silence them all

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Who are you?  Who do you want to be in your second half of life? What spark of creativity is hiding beneath layers of imposed fear, pain, anger or abuse? You might think there is no spark, that it smothered long ago.

Nothing is further from the truth. The spark lives; it lives now, inside of you. It lives outside of you in others of your tribe – women like yourself, women who have shared your experience even though you have never met them. I personally believe the spark lives on beyond this physical life in the form of spirit energy. I believe it survives in memory, living on in your children and grandchildren for generations.

The point is, no matter how far down into the shadows your spark has retreated, you can light it up again! Let it enflame and engulf your entire being – mind, body, soul and spirit! Let it rise up from the ashes like the phoenix. Let it consume you. Let it burn stronger, better, brighter than ever before. Let it consume your doubts and your fears, let it fuel your purpose and passion.

You know who you are, you know how beautiful and creative and loving and valuable you are. Stop listening to your limiting thoughts, they are merely echoes from the words of others who have no idea what you are capable of. Start listening to your truth. Start living the second half of your life according to you.


A Belly Full of Satisfaction

A trace of the year’s first true snowfall is still on the ground. We are one full week into November, the midpoint of autumn by the wheel of the year. But here in my northern realm, it feels and looks a bit more like winter.

I am cozied up alongside my hearth, with flame in the grate and tea in my cup to keep me warm. I have just finished eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, on white bread no less. It was delicious; every bit as good as it was when I was kid and enjoyed them almost daily. Mmmm – mmmm!

When is the last time you had one? It’s been quite some time for me, and you too I’ll wager, especially if you are on a diet, watching your weight, or cutting sugar, fat and white flour from your daily intake.

Good gracious, I hardly ever have white bread in my house anymore. But there are two things I absolutely refuse to eat on grainy, tan bread – grilled cheese and, now, peanut butter and jelly.

And you know what? It’s not the occasional grilled cheese sandwich (even with its processed and probably trans-fat laden nature) or the peanut butter with its healthier, though hefty dose of fat, or even the nutrition and fiber weak white bread – none of these things are what made us a nation of overweight people. It is the over indulgence in convenience and fast food, the glut of packaged candy and cookies and cakes (Oh My!). These things were all special treats when we were young.

It’s because of the lack of movement that breaks a little sweat. It’s our washing machines and steam mops and self propelled vacuums, our riding lawn mowers, spinning weed trimmers and two or more cars per family. This is what’s helping us pack on the pounds.

So go ahead, make yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, or a gooey grilled cheese on white– use the Velveeta and real butter too. Savor each bite and let the flavors slide over your taste buds.

If you’re worried about the extra calories, wash all your windows to better let in the light over the coming dark days of winter. Between your belly full with yummy goodness and the spic and span sparkle of your glass panes, why, you’ll be as satisfied as that canary eating cat.


MIDLIFE LEMONADE

When life gives you menopause and turns up the heat

spike your lemonade and put up your feet.

Get your sass on, you’re an outrageous woman

with wisdom to pass on.

Embrace the archetype, be a Midlife Maven.

Toot your horn, rule your roost, collect your due,

exact your revenge for the weight

that now stays on

your hips, your rear and (whoo hoo!) your boobs.

Sit upon your throne, suffer no fools,Image

shake things up a bit, change the rules.

Dance to your own tune, there’s no piper to pay.

The second half of life is now yours to create.

© the MAD Goddess™