This morning, if all went well, I flew from Los Angeles to Seattle, took a shuttle to Tumwater, WA and am with my sister--probably watching Gran Torino. I have scheduled this SoulCollage® post as I know I'm not likely to have access to the Internet, at least not at her home. She has dial-up and I no longer have the patience for it. On Friday I will drive to Port Angeles to stay with my son and his family and where we will celebrate Arlo's first birthday.
I am the one who is always juggling my spiritual side with my sensual/sexual side and then remembering that it isn't either/or, but all.
Because I have co-existed with clinical depression all my life, I am the one who feels the flutter and heat of impending death even when my life is in balance. But, I have learned to dance with it.
I am the one who requires a certain sense of mystery in my femininity and spirituality, but I largely keep this tendency under wraps except with people I really trust.
I am the one who honors the feminine with the rosary, which I still often pray as I fall asleep at night.
I am the one who never embraced the feminine in myself until I became a crone and now I rejoice in it daily. The media and the culture, however, has brainwashed us all that a woman only has value when she is young and beautiful.
If I could ask this card a question it would probably be, "How can I more fully accept myself as a mysterious, beautiful woman at the age of 71?"