A Mystery…us little worms !


O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love, Does thy life destroy. ~William Blake

I did not take becoming a mom lightly. Growing up in the 1970s sex was rampant, provocative and held secrets. We had Planned Parenthood to help us out! During the 1980s I was too wild to have children and ended up leaving a punk rock music scene in order to find a lifestyle where I eventually could have some kids.

The world my kids are growing up in is now so diverse. Gangs, sex and racism is something they handle with goodness and insight that amazes me. They have come into a technological world that is self-motivating and profoundly enriching. Not to say that technology is perfect because it can be addictive and time-consuming .  I find it better than sitting around a circle smoking pot and listening to the same vinyl records over and over again… like the guys I grew up with!

Two things happened today that made me sick to my stomach. The first was finding out that a club on Facebook that looked very inviting and cute shamefully turned out to be an exclusive club for colored women. The second thing that happened  was a woman rewarding other women for not being mothers.

Time to think !!

I don’t know why a young colored woman would want to put a tattoo on herself supporting a club that is racist against white woman? I don’t know why a woman from my own generation would sarcastically humiliate other women for making the decision to have a child.

When I was a 19-year-old punker I wanted to be sterilized! Considering over population, my own sexual abuse experiences, and the need to control my own body;  made me aspire to this.

Time to think !

Two abortions, three miscarriages and two baby boys later I am grateful that I decided to have children. It is my body and the opportunity to bring children into this world has been my greatest gift.

I have come to the profound conclusion that life is a mystery. I know that this mystery must know a great deal more of what is going on than we do…

us little worms !

Author: Hudley Flipside

Welcome to Hudley Flipside’s “The Seminary Of Praying Mantis Publishing.” Praying mantis shows me her story of life, death, and rebirth. For me she is an image or symbol of the divine in all things. I watch the praying mantis in my garden and have taken her image as my logo. She is an amazing little creature, and I relate to her connection to nature. We are both wild and part of this strange world. She is a part of my mythology as I am part of hers.

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