Maiden, Mother, Crone… and so it goes…

This photo is quite worth sharing.

Pass it on, please, especially now as the Autumn Equinox draws near…
the Turning of the Wheel… the continued change of seasons. 

The text which came with the photo read as follows:

This picture was on a wall in a nursing home. The caption read:

The sun is no less beautiful when setting than when it is rising.

You are VERY worthy.  We ALL are.

Remember that.

Goddess Bless, and Blessed Be.

train of distracted thoughts about our young women…




Excerpted from the Daily Mail article: “The eight Monster High dolls each have different stories based on the idea that they are the teenage children of famous monsters such as Dracula and Frankenstein. They are said to be Mattel’s answer to Bratz, or Disney’s Fairies, all of which have been accused of being oversexualised. Psychiatrist Dr Gails Saltz told the Today Show that she believes such toys are as dangerous as violent video games and PG-13 films.”

Excerpted from a FOX article: body image expert Sarah Maria stated “Mattel is essentially promoting and encouraging the belief in young girls that they need to sculpt, tweeze, wax, and otherwise change their bodies in order to be considered attractive to men.” Mattel, the makers of Barbie, denied the claims, and said that the dolls positively promote the acceptance of all individuals. “Grounded in a clever and humorous storytelling, Monster High characters deliver a positive message of celebrating one’s imperfections and embracing those of others,” a Mattel spokesperson said in a statement.

My humble opinion? OK, cool… I truly do love the “monster high” idea – different and entertaining, and definitely not the stuff nightmares are made of – but I would SO rather the dolls look “eccentric” (let’s think gothic but intelligent Abby from NCIS… caring and bright Lydia from Beetlejuice… artistic Darlene Connor from Roseanne… Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas… Wednesday Addams, etc.) instead of overtly and impossibly “sexy” (let’s think Barbie and Bratz dolls).

At the risk of being nauseatingly repetitive, if Barbie were a real person, would stand 6′ 0″, weigh 100 lbs., and wear a size 4, with measurements of 39″/19″/33″ – an unhealthy body image to say the least). Based upon Rader Programs research, Barbie would have ceased to menstruate; that is, if she had ever begun to do so due to a dangerously low percentage of body fat (which is necessary for good health).

Dolls? Sure, I had dolls. Tiny Tears. Chatty Cathy. Patty Play-Pal. Even a Barbie, along with her car and a dream house. I also had Barbie’s little sister, Skipper, and her plain-looking girlfriend, Midge (complete with chubbier face, freckles – and slightly protruding teeth, which is a rare version for collectors nowadays). But that was back in the 1960s, and Skipper and Midge were created by Mattel to distract parents from the slowly percolating idea that Barbie – their “golden child” – was nothing less than a sex symbol. Whether she was or not, back in the early 60s there seemed to be less pressure than now. As a kid, I didn’t much notice. I remember my favorite outfit for Barbie consisted of a plaid, pleated, knee-length skirt and white blouse, not an evening gown or mini-skirt. I see now… that this was what I wore to (private Catholic) school, so I identified with it then. Even after school when we were wearing our “civvies”, ten year old girls looked like ten year old girls, and you couldn’t tell the private school kids from the public school kids. Not so today. It seems if you can’t buy/wear a pair of short-shorts with “JUICY” emblazoned across your twelve-year-old ass, you’re not “in style.”

I have not followed a Judeo-Christian religion since I left the household of my parents, where I was required to attend Catholic grammar school, high school and college. I was out of there immediately after graduating with my B.S. degree, and never looked back.

I was Pagan then, and I am Pagan now. The tales of my Gods/Goddesses originate in pre-history. To people who believe as I do, nudity is natural and innocent. It does not have to be shameful or sexual. I have no problem with nude beaches, sex-ed in schools, and available birth-control. Further, I believe that prostitution should be health-regulated and taxed, and that those who choose to work in the sex-trade industry should be protected from parasitic pimps and sick abusers. Those who are forced into such work should be rescued, not belittled, and there should be a safe haven to help them recover from such trauma. Even more so, children should never be involved in such acts.

So, what are my issues? Respect. Self-respect and respect for others must be taught to kids or their wheels will run right off the tracks of life.


Positive body image.


If parents these days stopped buying toys like this, there would be no market for them. It’s not the fault of the manufacturer or advertisers, it’s the fault of the parents who buy them. We need to accept responsibility and parent our children without allowing negative pressure to push us over the edge. If you are Christian, take your kids to Church. Jewish? Go to Synagogue. Muslim? Visit your Mosque. Pagan, like I am? Well, this is a little more difficult as we don’t have central places to gather and worship… all the more important to find families who believe as you do, and celebrate the 8 Sacred Holidays and 13 Full Moons with your children in full participation.

written on 8-21-11… I am being inspired to teach….






Stir the pot
And turn the wheel.

Grind the grain

To make you feel

At one with Her

Who lights your path,

Who guides your feet,

Who heats your wrath.

Nurture your garden,

The fruits of the land;

Salt and spice, you

Grind by hand.

Warm the yeast and

Pound the dough;

Watch it rise

While cold winds blow.

Fill your cup

With steaming brew;

Tea or wine,

With herbs imbue.

Read your books

And study prayer,

Magickal words

Recite with care.

Whispering sprites

In shadows dark,

They come to you

By candle’s spark

To inspire you,

A woman strong,

In companionship,

To do no wrong.

At mountain high

With echoes sounding,

You call to Her –

Your pulse is pounding.

Leafy branches

In winds they wave

Caressing your skin –

She doth forgave

Mistakes you made

In ignorance,

Before you learned

Her sacred dance.

And so it is –

My task is clear.

To spread Her word,

My Sisters dear.

I encourage all

To make a choice

To break the chains –

In freedom, rejoice.

My Quest… make it YOURS.

I keep a special diary on my work desk, where I can see it.

Each day – quite consciously – I do something special for THE WORLD… at least one thing, maybe more, if I can. Then quietly I write down the deed (or un-deed, LOL!) in my private book, for nobody’s eyes but my own.

Line by line, page by page, I will fill my QUEST BOOK with secrets of love and caring and giving and sharing. This is my record, reminding me to act.

If I see the content slowing down, I’ll be able to note that flaw immediately and play catch-up, which I hope will never happen.

If I see that my day has passed and nothing has been entered – GASP! – I still have from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM to complete my quest for the day. I am on the honor system over the weekends, and add those entries when I get back.

It’s a lot like “practice random acts of kindness” but YOU HOLD YOURSELF ACCOUNTABLE.

Do YOU have time to do this? MAKE THE TIME. Just do it.

Selfishly… it feels GREAT! Unselfishly? YOU TOUCH THE WORLD!

Now… ready… set… GO!

love is genderless, and ABUSE IS GENDERLESS…

This magnificent site (link above) is dedicated to all (women) who have suffered
(any type of) abuse (particularly if you “don’t think it was really
abuse” because you weren’t hit, pushed, slapped, etc.). It is clearly
written, and concise. It was created by a female who was abused by a male,
but it can help anyone who is/was/will be abused. It does not matter
whether the abuse is male/female, female/male, male/male, female/female…
spouse/spouse… sibling/sibling… child/parent/grandparent or
grandparent/parent/child!… authority figure/subordinate… in a dating
relationship… in a marriage… after a divorce… at work… or in
your own home.

I attended an all-female high school in the 1970s. I wonder on a daily
basis just how many of those girls were being abused… it wasn’t spoken
about much, back then. In the present, as grown women of our graduating
class, in our mid-50s… who among us is being abused now? It is a
mathematical impossibility that all the gals with whom I attended school
have been untouched by abuse! Did it happen to their parents? Did they
see it? Did they think it was acceptable, and have it happen to them
thinking it was normal? Is it happening now, to their sons and
daughters… their grandchildren? Do they even know about it?

According to the CDC’s National Center for Injury Prevention, almost
5,300,000 intimate partner victimizations of females age 18 and over take
place each year, and 3,200,000 million occur among males. These attacks
result in approximately 2,000,000 injuries and 1,300 deaths each year. In
2001, intimate-partner violence accounted for 20% of all nonfatal violent
crimes experienced by females. In addition, one study showed that almost
all (93%) of the females who were murdered by their intimate partner had
been treated for at least one injury at the hands of that same person.
(Unfortunately, I am unable to access more current stats, or stats relating
to males under the same circumstances. Please send them to me if you have

As yes, let’s not forget the males, our brothers. Males who are being
abused (whether straight or gay) are most likely to deny it, being ashamed
that as a member of the (supposed) “stronger sex” they are “unable” to
prevent it, thinking they are less a person for “allowing” it to happen. I
know a few. One is married and plans to remain that way – his spouse and
he are just alike – co-dependents, who actively, physically fight. One is
planning to leave a dangerous relationship, and I hope he makes it out
alive. One is dead.

I personally know at least 20 females who were abused/are being abused
under various circumstances, at numerous times. In my adult life, I found
myself to be one of them! Thank the Goddess, I knew the signs and
circumstances, and was able to call a prompt end to it whenever it happened
– yes, more than once – and this is why I made abuse prevention and
opposition one of my personal causes. If it could happen to me, it
could happen to anyone… and if I was able to get out,
anyone can get out! *smiles*

I loved me more that the alleged “relationship.” Self love
does NOT equal selfishness. *smiles again* Self-love does not mean you
are not humble. It means that you are healthy enough and strong enough to
help others in all things.


But truly… love is genderless, and ABUSE IS GENDERLESS.

Part of the abuser’s power is manipulating the victim to believe that the
abuser’s behavior is the victim’s fault, that nobody cares, and – perhaps –
that the victim is “crazy” and lucky to be with the abuser, because nobody
else would want them.

Reaching out to a someone who is in an abusive relationship can be
difficult. Here are some things you can say:

• I’m afraid for your safety
• I’m afraid for the safety of your children
• It will only get worse
• You deserve better than this
• Let’s figure out a safety plan for you
• Reflect and recall the pattern of events (to stop the cycle of violence)


SO, READ THE LINK – every word. Please. Even if it does not impact/affect
you (right now), do not think “oh this is just a waste of my time.” Take a
half-hour and explore the site. It may make a difference… to you… or
someone you know, tomorrow.

If you suspect or know that someone close to you is being abused, you
can help. Talk to someone at the National Domestic Violence
Hotline. Dial toll-free: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) or TDD 1-800-787-3224 – 24
hours a day, 365 days a year – in English, Spanish and other languages. If
you think you are being stalked, call the Stalking Hotline at the National
Center for Victims of Crime at 1-800-FYI-CALL (394-2255).


Stand up and shout…

“There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout: This is ME damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love! I am a whole complex package. Take me – or leave me. Accept me – or walk away! Do not try to make me feel like less of a person, just because I don’t fit your idea of who I should be and don’t try to change me to fit your mold. If I need to change, I alone will make that decision. When you are strong enough to love yourself 100%, good and bad – you will be amazed at the opportunities that life presents you.”

~ Copyright © 2000 Stacey Charter

a thought on FAIRNESS…

A thought for the day:

Laurie Gray, an author and founder of Socratic Parenting in Fort Wayne, Indiana, says she tells kids that FAIR is “THE four-letter word that starts with F.” Instead of dwelling on their conception of it, she encourages them to focus on kindness, cooperation and gratitude.

“One thing that has worked well with my own daughter is to use an affirmation poem,” she says. “For the past four years, every night before she goes to sleep, my daughter affirms,

‘I am grateful.
I am kind.
I create what’s on my mind.
Perfect health…
my world reflects the change in me.'”

Her child is now 9 and doesn’t spend a lot of energy worrying about whether she’ll get her fair share, because she doesn’t view the world as a zero-sum game where there can never be enough to go around.

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