Iron Ovaries & Growing Ladyballs

Iron Ovaries & Growing Ladyballs

by | Feminism, Inspiration, Mindset

Warning: Naughty language ahead!

All women need iron ovaries or balls. Lady-balls.

What do I mean by “lady-balls”?

These are not the physical appendages swinging between a man’s legs. Lady-balls represent clear determination, speaking our truth and not ever pussyfooting around. They represent engaging with the world in a way that demands respect.

Men have all the rights and privileges that come with balls, but society still shuns women with “balls”. We are accused of being cold, hard, bitches, self-serving, demanding ball-breakers—and worse.

Women with lady-balls are the antithesis of those things because lady balls represent presence, poise, dignity, self-love, and self-honoring. A woman with “balls” knows who she is, is present in her body, secure in her Self and honors all parts of her. A balance of Yin-Yang. The ovaries balance the balls.

The sad truth is that women still hold back: at work, at home, and in social settings. “I don’t want to be seen as a complainer” is a mantra ingrained in many women—so deeply ingrained that we don’t even know it’s there. This is both suppression and oppression and it is rampant.

“Being nice” is the all too common path women take, but this sort of compliancy is a tight noose.

Originally posted and published on Elephant Journal. Read more —> https://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/05/iron-ovaries-growing-ladyballs/

The Birth of a Mother

The Birth of a Mother

by | Feminism, Inspiration, Mindset

At 30 years old, there was a wrinkle in time and I fell in deep.

Everything changed.

My life truly began.

I had had a full and interesting life up until that point. I’d traveled to numerous continents. I’d followed my passions and created a successful career for myself. I was married to a wonderful man. I was filling my time effectively—so it would seem.

From the moment my first child (my “little little”) was born, that I was done and I severed ties with the previous version of myself.

With the cutting of the umbilical cord, I was born anew. She arrived in the world, but it was the day I was born.

My Birth Day.

The old version of me was now outdated; I would never be the same again.

I had been the woman who had gotten by, by living my emotional life on the periphery—engaging superficially with others. The one who had merely flirted with “real life” meaning and purpose.

I had been the woman who did what she wanted when she wanted—I could sleep in for hours every weekend if that’s what I wanted to do.

Originally posted and published on Elephant Journal. Read more —> https://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/03/the-birth-of-a-mother/

Celebrating myself in numerous ways

by | Creativity, Feminism, Inspiration, Mindset, Relationships, Spirituality, Women's Health

Just 9 days ago I did not even have a blog,now I do. (patting myself on the back) I did however have a website with information that had not been updated for a while and was not shining bright or creating anything at all. So I have created a blog, using WordPress, it is basic and has no pictures on it. (how the hell do I add them?) In the process of doing this I changed my host company. I also live in a different company from where I lived when I set up my website many years ago. And well, I lost all my information. Challenge One. I lack technological now-how that’s for sure. I bumble my way along, but celebrate myself that I have kept up with the writing side. And my personal writing also. I have briefly looked at a few other participant posts, but would love to read many more. In todays session, I plan to create a list of all things to check out, both from Natalie and others. This is a fabulous resource, of those that have gone before me, and paved the way. I salute ye all, and humbly thank you. I will implement lastpass. I recently signed up with Square a payment/credit card system which I used for markets with the  creative goods I make, I assume I can link to my website somehow, when I get it back up and running. So I will look in to that also. Then Google Drive and Google Calendar, will be  possibilities. But more so, a team, to do those things I would rather not spend my time on. Bring on Day 10, because Natalie said that’s whats coming next.

Waking Up to Myself

by | Creativity, Feminism, Inspiration, Mindset, Relationships, Spirituality

Too many years have gone by when I prioritised everyone else way above myself, living by the unwritten ‘Mothers Code’ – they need you 24/7, and putting myself last on the very long list of things to do and people to please. Ugh!

Each day wake up to yourself

Well, it is logical enough to understand that that does not work. More recently the practicing and prioritise my personal self-care and aligning my day to what makes my heart sing has played a leading role. And it is simply that – a practice.

A gentle, loving, honouring practice, which eases up any attachment to an outcome. Because I am simply practicing.

And when I miss a day or slip back into old ways, I gentle guide myself back and tame the raging Gestapo voice that has no honour for my divine glorious expression and ways of being in the world. The taming of that voice gives me a space in my life to live more in the place of delight. And that journey is worth sharing another time.

With a long background in yoga and meditation this has normally been my first choice, but now days, 20 years on, I find simply rising before the rest of the household in silence is deeply comforting. I spend 5 minutes focusing on my breath. I use my mantra following this, and then the practice of allowing my eyes to gently ‘land’ on things around me, noticing colour, shape, dimension and any feelings that arise in me. I call this practice “Seeing with The Eyes of Love”

Each day has never been before; view it with the eyes of wonder

Then some practically moves through our household, with my husband and child rising, and all that that entails each morning.

Soon after they leave I resume my self-time, I do a Gratitude in Motion practice and drink a Kickstart mixture, which evokes something that speaks to that inner part that says, “Ready”.

I share this small snapshot of a practice that is evolving with my own loving attention.

From Gentle to Kickstart in 90 minutes, companioned by delight