Articles in the Energy and Spirit Category
We find ourselves at that point of the year. You know, the busy, insane part that ends up looking like sitting in traffic to get the presents bought and dragging ourselves to every last holiday party even though we hit our breaking point on December 2nd. Funniest thing about all these shenanigans is that it’s actually just about the best time of the year to sit and reflect. I believe, even as I book my tickets for 85 X-mas themed events over the next five days, that this is the true point of December/Winter/New Years. But somewhere along the way, we lost that innate tendency to reflect as our lives, and desires, took over. Some of us (my generation, ahem) have never known it any other way. Which is why, when I received two little gifts of stimulating questions on Friday, couple with a piece I wrote at BNT several weeks ago about developing a personal manifesto, I looked up at the sky and said, “ok, I get it.” Time to ponder 2009, and slowly and gently bring it to a close.
I’ve been creating and doing these weird life experiments with myself for decades and this one is the most powerful so far. I’m re-upping for another week and am inviting you to join me. It was way different than what I expected. This is not at all about being perky or fake, just letting those automatic judgments pass on through instead of knitting them into a sweater to wear – or if you are a geek like me, it means giving them a neutral value instead of a negative one. The BIG difference is the almost complete lack of the word “should” in my vocabulary or my head. Before trying the Whine-Free Week, I had much resistance to certain kinds of action. I see now that enormous amounts of my energy were going into coaxing, cajoling, badgering and scaring myself into doing what I “should” do. No wonder I was both weary and rebellious.
A woman reading Playboy feels a little like a Jew reading a Nazi manual. ~Gloria Steinem
If love is a four-letter word, feminism is rooted in hell – just check in with an unfortunately large number of this society, any society, really. But how do they relate? Love and sex, sex and womanhood, womanhood and love. Or, step back. Love is sex, sex is womanhood, and womanhood is love. So why am I struggling so to codify my feminist belief system with my desire to be found sexy? It’s messy, messy, ugly when, on paper, it sure shouldn’t be. As a feminist, I should feel complete and utter power in my sexuality. Isn’t that part of what we’ve been fighting for? But sometimes it feels limited, as in “I’m not supposed to feel my sexuality in any way that is based on patriarchal ideals, or a male perception of what is considered beautiful vs. not, or anything that can later be used against me.”