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Cherokee Women and Their Important Roles

Published October 26, 2022 by tindertender

Women in the Cherokee society were equal to men. They could earn the title of War Women and sit in councils as equals. This privilege led an Irishman named Adair who traded with the Cherokee from 1736-1743 to accuse the Cherokee of having a “petticoat government”.

Clan kinship followed the mother’s side of the family. The children grew up in the mother’s house, and it was the duty of an uncle on the mother’s side to teach the boys how to hunt, fish, and perform certain tribal duties.

The women owned the houses and their furnishings. Marriages were carefully negotiated, but if a woman decided to divorce her spouse, she simply placed his belongings outside the house.

Cherokee women also worked hard. They cared for the children, cooked, tended the house, tanned skins, wove baskets, and cultivated the fields. Men helped with some household chores like sewing, but they spent most of their time hunting.

Cherokee girls learned by example how to be warriors and healers. They learned to weave baskets, tell stories, trade, and dance. They became mothers and wives, and learned their heritage.

The Cherokee learned to adapt, and the women were the core of the Cherokee.

Photo : ~ Cherokee mixed Native American actress, Faye Warren.

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It’s So Weird Seeing Two Women …

Published October 9, 2022 by tindertender

… In the same space.

One who identifies with and speaks with the body and sexuality, the other who lives from and shares from innocence, almost naïveté.

One feels toxic, like it’s hiding something and manipulative, the other Light, happy and transparent.

One acting from the root chakra, the other from the heart.

To each their own.

We’re all at various stages of “the game”.

Four Women

Published October 5, 2022 by tindertender

And the original:

My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is woolly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Aunt Sarah
My name is Aunt Sarah, Aunt Sarah

My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me?
My name is Saffronia
My name is Saffronia

My skin is tan
My hair is fine
My hips invite you
My mouth like wine
Whose little girl am I?
Anyone who has money to buy
What do they call me?
My name is Sweet Thing
My name is Sweet Thing

My skin is brown
My manner is tough
I’ll kill the first mother I see
My life has been rough
I’m awfully bitter these days
‘Cause my parents were slaves
What do they call me?
My name is Peaches

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Nina Simone

When Sleeping Women Wake

Published October 2, 2022 by tindertender

By Ara Campbell ~ https://thegoddesscircle.net/visionary-writing/when-wise-women-awaken

“When sleeping women wake, mountains will move.” ~ Chinese Proverb

Last night while I lay sleeping, I had a dream. (written 2017)

The world was in a state of total chaos and all that we had ever known was ending. Everything was volatile, violence raged openly and the people were suffering greatly. There was sadness around every corner and destruction flooded the air thick and unrelenting.

It was a time of darkness the likes of which none had ever beheld, a power taking over our world and squeezing the very light and love from its once lively core.

Yet even in this bleak time, hope was shining like a beacon on the horizon.

I saw women gathering in a house together, sisters from all walks of life and of all ages. Into the shattered air that stung of gloom they sung a song of universal love.

There in that place they created sacred space, a sanctuary against the coming storm. They wrote symbols of ancient wisdom on the walls, chanting incantations of protection and love for all the children of the Earth while their fingers clasped candles burning bright.

Drawing power from the natural world and summoning the mystery that flowed in their veins, they sat in circle drumming with the beat of their hearts petitioning for the madness to end. Their voices cried out for freedom, for joy and for all beings on this planet to live as one.

And then the dark night swallowed the vision, and it was gone.

Dawn broke through the silence and the world drew a great inhale.

The birds sang with the rising Sun and the green Earth stirred roots below and branches above. Animals took to the open with curiosity. The house of sisterhood I thought was swallowed by the darkness stood still, standing tall in spite of the raging dark storm that threatened to engulf it.

I could see the place where the women had gathered, the remnants of their workings for the world left behind, drums and feathers marking their sacred rite. The words “blessed be” were etched upon the walls, surrounded by sacred symbols of a time long passed. Peace had returned to the world and the air felt fresh and new.

The double-edged sword of the feminine had been held aloft, wielding fiery protection and nurturing love in great measure, and had withstood the tempest and rose from the ashes victorious.

The once buried power of the Goddess had returned during the time of the world’s greatest darkness. She had always slumbered within our spirits, a burning ember awaiting in the shadows, and now she had risen once more.

The wild and wise women of the world had awoken. By reclaiming the ancient mystery that flowed in their veins, the sisterhood of the feminine had broken the chains of bondage that once held the world prisoner and opened the gate for the return of the Goddess.

The time had come for the medicine of the fierce feminine to flow freely throughout the land.

Somewhere on the distant horizon, I saw a gathering of sisters, a circle of wise women from all walks of life.

And they smiled.

My Sisters, the time has come to rise and awaken the priestess thread within. As we arise and reclaim our truths and our voices, so we awaken and transform our whole world.

The Priestess is the element of alchemy that dwells within our soul. She is the powerful thread within that taps us into the energy to transform our world and bring out truth into being. If you hear the Call of the Priestess, join me here for my online Priestess Program: Inner Priestess Awakening Online Journey

~Ara Campbell

https://thegoddesscircle.net/visionary-writing/when-wise-women-awaken

art: Caroline Manière

Dear Men …

Published September 13, 2022 by tindertender

We miss you.
Deeply.
When women gather together in circles..
we tell stories of how much we long for you. Crave you.
Pray for you to rise and meet us here.
We mourn your missing presence.
In our childhoods.
In the homes we’ve built without you.
In our beds.
We hold hands and beg God to set you free from whatever keeps you from standing at our sides.
Right here.
Here In intimacy.
In integrity.
In wholeness.
In freedom.
The places where you are caught in dishonesty..
shame..
fear..
addiction..
we grieve and rage over.
We see your pain and we see your power.
We miss you.
We love you.
We can’t wait for you to come home
For the men who have..
thank you so much.
Please call your brothers..
start men’s circles..
show them the manuals.
Tell them of what you gave up.
Of your brokenness and acceptance.
Of what it truly means to take up the mantle of protector.
Please.
There aren’t enough fathers..
resources and leaders for men to sit at the feet of.
The women have tried.
We can’t do it.
The restoration must come from within the Masculine.
The Feminine cannot mother grown men into wholeness.
We cannot strap men to our backs and walk.
We tried.
We bow out.
Not gracefully.
But in mournful acceptance nonetheless.
And we will wait for you to burst free from the shackles patriarchy has placed on you.
We pray.
We pray.
We pray.
For the Great Remembrance.~

~Shade Ashani

art: Dorina Costras
Repost: Sacred Dreams

Cherokee Women and Their Important Roles

Published July 27, 2022 by tindertender

Women in the Cherokee society were equal to men. They could earn the title of War Women and sit in councils as equals. This privilege led an Irishman named Adair who traded with the Cherokee from 1736-1743 to accuse the Cherokee of having a “petticoat government”.

Clan kinship followed the mother’s side of the family. The children grew up in the mother’s house, and it was the duty of an uncle on the mother’s side to teach the boys how to hunt, fish, and perform certain tribal duties.

The women owned the houses and their furnishings. Marriages were carefully negotiated, but if a woman decided to divorce her spouse, she simply placed his belongings outside the house.

Cherokee women also worked hard. They cared for the children, cooked, tended the house, tanned skins, wove baskets, and cultivated the fields.

Men helped with some household chores like sewing, but they spent most of their time hunting.

Cherokee girls learned by example how to be warriors and healers. They learned to weave baskets, tell stories, trade, and dance. They became mothers and wives, and learned their heritage.

The Cherokee learned to adapt, and the women were the core of the Cherokee.

Photo : ~ Cherokee mixed Native American actress, Faye Warren.

May 5th – Red Dress Day

Published May 8, 2022 by tindertender

Did you know that today is Red Dress Day? On this day, we wear red dresses or shirts, or hang a red dress in the trees in our yard to represent the estimated 4,000 missing indigenous women in Canada and the estimated 6,000-10,000 missing women in the United States.

Did you know that: “One in three Native women will be raped in their lifetime, and three in five will be physically assaulted. Native women are more than twice as likely to be stalked than other women and, even worse, Native women are being murdered at a rate ten times the national average.”????

That’s right. They have a 1 in three chance of being raped, a 3 in 5 chance of being assaulted, are twice as likely to be stalked, and are 10 times more likely to be murdered than women of any other descent.

We need to change those statistics.

#endtheviolence
#REDdress
#MMIW
#WalkingWithOurSisters

Andy Rooney on Women Near or Over 40

Published February 16, 2021 by tindertender

In case you missed it on 60 Minutes, this is what Andy Rooney thinks about women near or over 40:

“As I grow in age, I value women near or over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

A woman near or over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, ‘What are you thinking?’ She doesn’t care what you think.

If a woman near or over 40 doesn’t want to watch the game, she doesn’t sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it’s usually more interesting.

Women near or over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won’t hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it’s like to be unappreciated.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman near or over 40.

Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman near or over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest. They’ll tell you right off if you are a jerk, if you are acting like one. You don’t ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women near or over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it’s not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman near or over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.”

Free Your Voice

Published January 15, 2021 by tindertender

Free your voice. Unleash your song. Feel the words you’ve heard so many times, feel their depth and power. The World needs your music, your vibration. Yes – YOURS! Open yourself to your pre-memory hidden in the ground, in plants, under water, in fire; memory of how the spirit heals, how love heals. Open your heart, feelings, understanding. Put your rationality aside and sing… let the sun hidden within you shine. This is the time…

For you, our Friend who still doubts the music of your heart, and for you, our Friend who is already dancing to it. A gift for this New Year – ‘Abrete Corazon’ (author: Rosa Giove) in our arrangement. This special, shamanic, healing song is the icaro of the breath, to open the heart, energy and heart language. This is the time… to sing it for ourselves. Have a beautiful New Year!

God Comes To The Women

Published January 6, 2021 by tindertender

Have you ever noticed how in the scriptures men are always going up into the mountains to commune with the Lord?

Yet in the scriptures we hardly ever hear of women going to the mountains. But we know why — right?

Because the women were too busy keeping life going; they couldn’t abandon babies, meals, homes, fires, gardens, and a thousand responsibilities to make the climb into the mountains!

I was talking to a friend the other day, saying that as modern woman I feel like I’m never “free” enough from my responsibilities, never in a quiet enough space I want with God. Her response floored me, “That is why God comes to women. Men have to climb the mountain to meet God, but God comes to women where ever they are.”

I have been pondering on her words for weeks and have searched my scriptures to see that what she said is true. God does indeed come to women where they are, when they are doing their ordinary, everyday work. He meets them at the wells where they draw water for their families, in their homes, in their kitchens, in their gardens. He comes to them as they sit beside sickbeds, as they give birth, care for the elderly, and perform necessary mourning and burial rites.

Even at the empty tomb, Mary was the first to witness Christ’s resurrection. She was there because she was doing the womanly chore of properly preparing Christ’s body for burial. In these seemingly mundane and ordinary tasks, these women of the scriptures found themselves face to face with divinity.

So, if — like me — you ever start to bemoan the fact that you don’t have as much time to spend in the mountains with God as you would like, Remember, God comes to women. He knows where we are and the burdens we carry. He sees us, and if we open our eyes and our hearts we will see Him, even in the most ordinary places and in the most ordinary things.

He lives. And he’s using a time such as this to speak to women around the world.

Original Source: Heather F.

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