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Medusa

Published October 7, 2020 by tindertender

“Medusa teaches us that we have the right to defend ourselves. So often we are taught that we need to put up with the actions of others in a quiet way, demurely accepting what others would put upon us. She shows us that we need to stand our ground when someone would do us harm. We are not here to quietly accept the intentions of others. We have the right to be safe.

Medusa tells us to know our power and to honor the gifts that swim within our veins, even though sometimes it may feel like more of a curse than a blessing. She brings us the wisdom of the snake, of transformation and of rebirth. She asks that we too hold up the mirrored shield towards those that would wish us ill and reflect back upon them what they have created.

Medusa reminds us that there will always be those who will spit venom at us, in word and deed. That does not make them right. We are not here to be the plaything of others. We are Sacred Priestesses of the Divine. And we will not back down.”

~Ara

Good Morning My Loves

Published October 4, 2020 by tindertender

Dini ~ Have you heard of it?

Did you know it is You? (If you are female).

DINI ~ A majestic being that is pure in all ways but always misjudged by her looks.

People who bring her down are just jealous.

Dini is fabulous.

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Dini

How I Became A Warrior

Published October 2, 2020 by tindertender

Once, I ran from fear
so fear controlled me.
Until I learned to hold fear like a newborn.
Listen to it, but not give in.
Honour it, but not worship it.
Fear could not stop me anymore.
I walked with courage into the storm.
I still have fear,
but it does not have me.

Once, I was ashamed of who I was.
I invited shame into my heart.
I let it burn.
It told me, “I am only trying
to protect your vulnerability”.
I thanked shame dearly,
and stepped into life anyway,
unashamed, with shame as a lover.

Once, I had great sadness
buried deep inside.
I invited it to come out and play.
I wept oceans. My tear ducts ran dry.
And I found joy right there.
Right at the core of my sorrow.
It was heartbreak that taught me how to love.

Once, I had anxiety.
A mind that wouldn’t stop.
Thoughts that wouldn’t be silent.
So I stopped trying to silence them.
And I dropped out of the mind,
and into the Earth.
Into the mud.
Where I was held strong
like a tree, unshakeable, safe.

Once, anger burned in the depths.
I called anger into the light of myself.
I felt its shocking power.
I let my heart pound and my blood boil.
Listened to it, finally.
And it screamed, “Respect yourself fiercely now!”.
“Speak your truth with passion!”.
“Say no when you mean no!”.
“Walk your path with courage!”.
“Let no one speak for you!”
Anger became an honest friend.
A truthful guide.
A beautiful wild child.

Once, loneliness cut deep.
I tried to distract and numb myself.
Ran to people and places and things.
Even pretended I was “happy”.
But soon I could not run anymore.
And I tumbled into the heart of loneliness.
And I died and was reborn
into an exquisite solitude and stillness.
That connected me to all things.
So I was not lonely, but alone with All Life.
My heart One with all other hearts.

Once, I ran from difficult feelings.
Now, they are my advisors, confidants, friends,
and they all have a home in me,
and they all belong and have dignity.
I am sensitive, soft, fragile,
my arms wrapped around all my inner children.
And in my sensitivity, power.
In my fragility, an unshakeable Presence.

In the depths of my wounds,
in what I had named “darkness”,
I found a blazing Light
that guides me now in battle.

I became a warrior
when I turned towards myself.

And started listening.

~ Jeff Foster with Leslie Miller

Queen of “Jiffra Matter”

Published September 29, 2020 by tindertender

She looked fabulous with her long wavy hair, dressed in skin tight pants, she looks lovely in black.

She hangs out in dark places, with people who do the same. I asked if I could join them awhile.

Upon exiting the “bar” to go to the next, we found my car had been smashed into … a complete wreck. Upon closer look, I mentioned it wasn’t even my car, but she took the keys and started what was left of the motor …. hahaha, anyone with skills can do that … it wasn’t my car.

As we walked along, to the next bar, she recorded me a message … to eat a lot of jiffra matter and produce lots of shit.

She had a great accent, perfect hair, a nice body …. no one would ever guess she is the Queen of Shit.

Hanginging out in shitty places where shitty things happen, instructing people on how to behave in shitty manners and even on how to go about producing shitty fecal matter!

I had no idea the Queen of Shit would be so glamorous.

I wonder why she chose to hang out with me.

Could it be she thinks of me as shit?

Well, no thank you beautiful lady.

I’m changing my diet.

You’ll have to collect shit somewhere else.

Tomorrow after work I think I’ll take her someplace a little more my style … where the light shines brightly, the fresh breezes blow, and the only shit around is that which people actually pick up that their favorite four legged companions drop … the canine.

I will smile from ear to ear as I imagine her walking by my side, in shock at the brightness and purity of it.

Perhaps I’ll offer her some of an orange I’ll bring along to snack on.

Photo: https://unsplash.com/@krivitskiy

Update: I had the perfect avocado and roma tomato on plant based pita chips followed by a purple plum and a bit of lemon ginger kombucha for lunch. Yum, and I still feel all light and fluffy!! Hahahaha.

Still might do the orange snack later …

A Woman

Published September 28, 2020 by tindertender

For all the ladies to remember & men to understand….

When God created woman he was working late on the 6th day…….

An angel came by and asked.” Why spend so much time on her?”

The lord answered. “Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her?”

She must function on all kinds of situations,

She must be able to embrace several kids at the same time,

Have a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart,

She must do all this with only two hands,

“She cures herself when sick and can work 18 hours a day”

THE ANGEL was impressed “Just two hands…..impossible!

“And this is the standard model?”

The Angel came closer and touched the woman

“But you have made her so soft, Lord”.

“She is soft”, said the Lord,

“But I have made her strong. You can’t imagine what she can endure and overcome.”

“Can she think?” The Angel asked…

The Lord answered. “Not only can she think, she can reason and negotiate.”

The Angel touched her cheeks….”Lord, it seems this creation is leaking! You have put too many burdens on her”

“She is not leaking…it is a tear” The Lord corrected the Angel…

“What’s it for?” Asked the Angel….. .

The Lord said. “Tears are her way of expressing her grief, her doubts, her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride.”…

This made a big impression on the Angel,

“Lord, you are a genius. You thought of everything.

A woman is indeed marvellous”

Lord said, “Indeed she is.

She has strength that amazes a man.

She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens.

She holds happiness, love and opinions.

She smiles when she feels like screaming.

She sings when she feels like crying, cries when happy and laughs when afraid.

She fights for what she believes in.

Her love is unconditional.

Her heart is broken when a next-of-kin or a friend dies but she finds strength to get on with life”

The Angel asked: “So she is a perfect being?”

The lord replied: “No. She has just one drawback

She often forgets what she is worth.”

-author unknown

SHE On The Tip Of Her Tongue

Published September 28, 2020 by tindertender

“It’s just that you’re not that feminine.”

I beg to differ.

I’m feminine like a thunderstorm.

Feminine like the glint of a falcon talon.

Feminine like an ancient redwood.

Feminine like the orange glow of a grizzly bear in the sunset.

Feminine like a wolf on the hunt.

Feminine like decaying bones.

Feminine like the eye of an old whale.

Feminine like a roaring river.

Feminine like a sheer cliff overlooking a forest.

Feminine like a wildfire.

Feminine like a desert wind.

Feminine like a battle cry.

And yes.

Within my stones and bark and fur and fierce slit irises … I am as soft and enveloping as any woman who’s blood ever beat red.

This is the Sovereigness.

I am her.

We are her.

We are an age of woman who has come in, representing the medicine of the Wilds.

We are not built to actualize your sense of masculinity through your traditional idea of femininity.

We are built to bring in the voice of our Mother.

Which is why Earth herself screams in our veins.

So, if what you really mean is, “Your femininity is overwhelming”,

Then I understand.

It is to me, too.

~ Adrianne Tamar Arachne
The Art & Illustration Of Adrianne Tamar Arachnewww.adriannetamararachne.com

Art by Julia Jeffery
Stonemaiden Artwww.stonemaiden-art.com

The Crone

Published September 9, 2020 by tindertender

“Remember, the ugly, old woman/witch is the invention of dominant cultures.

The beauty of crones is legendary: old women are satin-skinned, softly wrinkled, silver-haired, and awe-inspiring in their truth and dignity.”

~ Susun Weed
www.susunweed.com

Photo by Michaela durisova photography
www.michaeladurisova.com
Model: Vlasta GerhardováIG: @gerhardova

Beauty

Published September 2, 2020 by tindertender

Last night in the Astral I saw the woman who had an affair with my first love and ultimately married and had three children by him (she had died a few years ago). I was surprised, because there was no animosity … I SAW her BEAUTY, and it was good.

Photo: https://unsplash.com/@dizzyd718

Beautiful Creature

Published August 25, 2020 by tindertender

For My Woman Friends

Published August 18, 2020 by tindertender

… The LOVE songs keep rolling in for us today!