Sunflowers and pomegranates by Hudley
“But now women need to create structures in their lives and in society which ensure a niche for the conscious feminine. It is time to explode the fallacy that men and women are the same. Being equal does not mean having to be similar. Perhaps the time has come when we can afford to be different yet equal.”
–Rescuing the Feminine. The problems of the Animus in Women by Jasbinder Garnermann.
A Matter of Choice.
I am not a feminist or a professional business woman. I took the more traditional path as a wife and mother. I am also an entrepreneur. I find I can balance the male and female within myself. Jungian Psychology calls this balancing the Anima and Animus. I am creatively involved in projects that have meaning to me and beyond myself or the extramundane. I am naturally a supportive person that likes home, intimate relationships and small pubs. My goals are based on love not profits. I am learning to be very happy to cross the bridge of financial stability and independence.
I dedicate this day to the character Maggie Paul played by Marsha Mason from the film Cinderella Liberty (1973).
Maggie Paul curtains for rainy days in our bathroom.
Papa gave mama a crystal in computer room for inspiration…
The outdoor crystal that merges with nature and the Sun.
Doing the laundry is never dull work in my home.
SEVEN YEARS ON WORDPRESS !!
I have Chiron square Mercury in my 7th house…
At the The VIVA May 21, Photo by Daisy Obetsanov
idn’t speak much when I was young. Was not interested in writing either. Only a few poems. I played with my friends, but I found it more and more difficult to communicate at school. I felt restricted, invisible or persecuted by my own peers. I was wild and not awake to the pounding of an education that seemed incredulous to me. I now realize I had foresight, creativity and a natural spiritualism that could not find contact. Nature was receptive! My mom and dad tried with lots of watercolors and paper. A giant black board was painted in my room. Endless chalk drawings were created and erased, drawn and erased. The old player piano in the boys’ room is where I spent hours playing any song I wanted that I learned by heart only.
Did I not express myself in school because of fear? Was it the constant fighting and alcoholism in my household which pushed my mind down into myself? Was it dyslexic, autism or a painful shyness that was the bewildering issue within me? We the children were not diagnosed back then.
Having foresight was a curse when no one listened! I did not have the proper device , neither did I have the wise ability to reach out towards others. I did not have a voice!
Now at 60 I realize my heart & mind are mature and keen enough to reach my inward growing child. That is my reasoning currently to create a hub like The Seminary Of Praying Mantis. To share my voice and reach a global community! I believe this is the truth. Finding one’s voice and sticking to it is wonderful. The last seven years WordPress has helped to make this happen for me.
I am celebrating 7 years with WordPress. My HUB in a global community.
While spending a few hours observing nature this afternoon. I know that the many voices were loud and some subtle. The chirp-chirp birds, to the black crows on tall cypress trees. Above me high in the sky are the circling hawks and the commercial jets. Sounds of life. One drop of rain touched me. I am one drop of rain too.
I invite you to support The Seminary of Praying Mantis and celebrate with me. I have words to read, items for sale and images to make you laugh. I have grown as a writer, author and artist. It is amazing that so many tools are available where one can publish ones’ works! It can be achieved very cheaply and sometimes even for free as with Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing. I have taken the core of my punk philosophy, wild nature, foresight and freedom to communicate with the world. I found a place to express myself. It is colorfully rewarding….
My Punkalullaby: The Seminary Of Praying Mantis (Punk Fanzine Memoir Book 1) http://a.co/2ZeXdAU
My progressed moon and sun are entering Taurus. The sun is a bit ahead. I guess the active Gemini moon and sun fun are going to be leaving me~ thinking wise. Says I will need to sleep a lot and I will not take all this political strife too well either.
Today at Trader Joe’s while checking out my groceries , I talked to a young punk checker. He declared himself punk! He looked more like a 70s punk than a current morphed-up pretentious one. We talked about thrift stores, art and a Polish artist that was considered a polish Picasso. After his death they found his work in thrift stores. I told the young punk my punk line, that I tell all young punks.
“Yes, I found my first punk record at a used book-thrift store, The Saints.”
He told me he thinks he heard their name but will check them out. I will check out the Polish Artist. He told me about, a film / documentary came out about the genius Polish Picasso. I told the young punk about the Museum of Fred.
While driving home I thought about a few things the young punk and I talked about. It was nice to have an interesting conversation with someone in real-time. That the core “lifestyle” of punk is not dead. The idea of art as a process is a message I enjoyed sharing. Also, I admitted to him something I never have admitted to anyone. Though some have tried to label me an artist.
Young Punk Checker at Trader Joe’s: Are you an artist?
I hesitated, but he did compliment me on my green hat with silver flower & purple stone. (Even if it was a thrift store joke).
Me: Yes, yes, I am an artist. I love the process of art.
I also confessed that I am not struggling and I’m quite content.
The Museum of Fred
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His beauty was notable even in a province where the lack of it is more exceptional in a young man. It was the sort of beauty that is celebrated by the heroic male sculptures in the fountains of Rome. Two … Continue reading
A few Flopside Comic people asked us to do some badges of our buddy Beto O’Rourke… so we did. Mr. Dang got to it… image, scan and badges in the little old computer bedroom of creative delight…
I know what I write here. It is the pun-rock curse. A fan, promoter band thing. As a fan it was my dream to meet the bands and the promoters. The intimacy and friendships that formed are endearing for me. There was a time and place about eight years ago that I brought two bands together. Rikk Agnew Band (cult of ‘58) and The Black Widows (carry a big stick). It was a time when the San Fernando Valley was beaming with a few hot spots or punk and alternative music hubs. My one promotion time right after a 10-year Flipside Fanzine flopped. My mom had just died and I had two boys that needed me at 8 and 16 and I was acting like the teenager… for a while. Eight years ago is fast growing time for two boys. Life is new and exciting. Eight years for a 52-year-old is slow and precious. I introduced A Pretty Mess and Rikk Agnew and Panic Movement to a good night of old-time buddies and new ones. I was trying to bring together many aspects of the scene at that time and place that I loved. I like small shady clubs and intimate encounters. It was a happy night of loud live music. I was delighted and still think about that night often. I see that the Rikk Agnew Band and The Black Widows will be playing at Cafe NELA coming up this month. Sweet. I guess seeing this event brought back a few fantastic memories. So much has changed but this is so surreal & feels good to my old punk rock bones.
As crazy Californians… we at Flopside Comics think Jerusalem seems so far away… Israel, Tel Aviv a long-time historic peace process is overwhelming !! Also the U.N.R.W. A.…. United Nations Relief and Works Agency seems like a good commitment to help all nations.
“How Jared Kushner could in one day cut help and relief to the U.N.R.W. A. program is so cruel, ” said Mr. Dang.
“It seems the prejudice he shows against the Palestinians is clear,” rumpled Pee Wee Gutter.
“I really think we need to support more and control less. I remind you that Jared Kushner’s father paid 2 million dollars for Jared’s enrollment at Harvard. Jared is a donkey’s behind., with no integrity, like his father-in-law. A cruel, uncaring person without a conscience.” Yelled Mr. Crap.