Happy Halloween!!

This is not an old photo, this is me now. Manipulated of course, for effect.

I'd like to note that I used a "caricature action" to produce a caricature of myself as a witch based on a stereotype. I don't mean to belittle real Wiccan "Witches" who believe in or practice Wicca. Wicca is the old religion, Paganism. It is based in part on the seasons and the movements of the moon. Halloween is a seasonal holiday, halfway between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice.

In Wicca, the "crone" is the "wise woman." I am a crone, because I have pssed menopause, but society and family no longer regards old women as wise, but only as useless and in the way and as a burden. Very few turn to the crone for advice any more. Instead, we shuffle our old ones off into the nursing homes or leave them to live (and die) alone in their homes.

But I didn't mean to write a treatise on Wicca or on aging, simply to wish you a Happy Halloween, however you choose to celebrate. 

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween From Me! 

Witchy and Tyrone's Kids

Happy Halloween! Another shot from 2000. 

Preparing my briefs

No, I'm not a lawyer. I am leaving shortly for a trip and trying to get my ducks in a row. I am giving two poetry readings, one in Snowstorm City and one in Coaltown City. I have to prepare poems for each reading, get driving directions, and make important notes to myself. I'm really going to miss K and G! It's so nice to be here with them. 

The Essences

I didn't sleep at all last night, during the night, finally slept a little this morning and had a short but very interesting (to me) dream.

Hooky ("MP")

Hooky

Jonathan kept tripping on the chickens. Maybe a thousand or more. Where had they come from? Perhaps he had been playing the pipes in his dreams and they had followed him home from farms over the distant hills. Maybe they'd poured out from under the manhole cover like clowns. Maybe there had been a blizzard of eggs and the moonlight or dawn was warm enough to hatch them. But no, these were too big. Too big, too white and too covered with feathers. Soft, angry, loud and milling about as if they wanted something. Maybe cheerios. But there weren't enough cheerios for each chicken to get one and then what would he eat for breakfast tomorrow? They had eaten all the grass and the zinnias. Maybe they were a plague of locusts, only different. Jonathan went back in the house and shut the door. He would have to go to school some other day. MST

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My idea of morning pages is to write something interesting rather than just blabbing on about my worries and thoughts, which occupy so much of my mental energy anyway. I know that is not the intention of morning pages, you're supposed to be clearing out the crap, but there you have it. This piece, a mini-flash-fiction piece or a prose poem (I'm thinking ff), came from a dream, hypnogogic or hypnopompic this morning. There was one more maybe in the string of maybes about where the chickens came from, but I can't remember it. Now I feel "done," not necessarily with the piece, but with the morning pages. I want to get on with the rest of my day. Here's what you're supposed to do:

THE MORNING PAGES

"Doing your morning pages, you are sending--notifying yourself and the universe of your dreams, dissatisfactions, hopes."

3 pages of longhand writing, strictly stream of consciousness...

There is no wrong way to do the morning pages. Meaning, DOING THEM, PERIOD, is the right way. :)

Morning pages are nonnegotiable. Try your very best to write them, 3 pages a day, even if it isn't necessarily in the morning, or longhand. Morning, and longhand is best, but doing them at all has its own merit. And you're doing this for YOU, so do it with an "easy does it" mindframe.

Do anything until you have filled 3 pages.

"It is very important to understand that the time given to morning pages is time between you and God. You best know your answers. You will be led to new sources of support as you begin to support yourself."

With MPs, says Cameron, "[W]e begin to sort through the differences between our real feelings, which are often secret, and our official feelings...." From The Artist's Way

Now for the real morning pages, which aren't intended to be read and not worth reading.

Witchy me

I posted a new self portrait of myself in a witch hat taken 5 minutes ago (today!) at my self portrait blog. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Slut-o-ween

I'm glad to see continuing discussion in salon.com and other venues on over-sexed Halloween constumes. It seems to me that if a woman is in the mood to be sexy, she wears something she feel sexy in and if not, she doesn't. It is certainly not our job to act out male sexual fantasies unless we choose to do so to please our partners and hopefully we're getting something back for that that makes it worthwhile. I'd like to think we choose partners who see us as whole people and not just sex objects. By which I mean, it's OK to choose to be a sex object, if your partner is also willing to play that role, but it is not OK to have it forced on you by society or worse yet, by manufacturers.

See more discussioon on jo(e)'s page.

My study

My study is red, a fairly bright red, but I did not paint it that color, it was that color when I came.  The house has weird colored rooms, and I may want to paint at some point.  I don't mind if the rooms don't go with each other, because from the study, you can see a little of the hall bathroom and Graham's room, but mostly you can only see the study.  Each room is primarily its own unit.  I'm not sure about red.  I never would have chosen it myself--I prefer light colors to make the room look brighter and larger.  But I don't hate it.  I do dislike the curtains, though.  They are so ostentatious.  Definitely NOT ME!

The study represents another woman's taste.  I'm plunked down in the middle of it.  Graham still occupies the closet and Keith has the couch and part of "my desk."  If I had my druthers, I'd start over from scratch,. but that would be expensive and time consuming.  It may happen some time in the future.  Meanwhile, I'm here in this red room.

I looked up red in Feng Shui:

RED:

• Strengthens physical energy.
• Alleviate colds, and flu.
• Helps with listlessness.
• Confidence: You can do anything you desire.
• Physical Strength
• Power
• Action, movement, change and transformation.
• Increases the appetite.

  Red is represented by fire. The fire can create or destroy. Use red with caution as it can cause you to anger easily or get agitated. The power of the color can change your life, it activates the fame area of the Pa Kua and can bring your dreams to action. Know what you want the red energy to bring into your life. For example, restaurants use red tablecloths to increase the customers appetite.

I was worried about the anger aspect of red.  And I don't want to increase my appetite.  But I would like to bring my dreams to action (lol!)  In terms of my writing, photography, art, and a long loving marriage.

STOMP

We went to see STOMP tonight. I didn't know what to expect, but I was surprised and pleased. It was great fun, very creative, always surprising. I recommend it! *****