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My Beautiful Hippie Chick
On the path toward enlightenment, bliss is to be found within non-attachment, something of a
kind-hearted indifference – or so I was taught. Yet, every now and again, perhaps merely once in a
lifetime, the seeker encounters a young soul, vibrant and utterly alive, whose wisdom and innocence
proves far more profound than any sutra, any ritual or initiation. The one on the path is then faced with
a choice – to embrace or to deny herself that which is truly sacred. For me, no choice has ever been
so crystal-clear.
"Silly salmon, me! I knew I should have ordered my lavender sooner. Spring just arrived a bit earlier
than I had expected, but I should definitely have it early next week, " explained the beautiful blonde
hippie chick before me. "How many do you think you'll need?
Her smile was as sincere as any I had witnessed. Her eyes sparkled as she apologized for her faux
pas. With a small pad and pen poised within her tiny hand, she stood in a manner that proved, for me,
utterly irresistible. Her silver belly ring glinted in the sunlight, a stunning contrast to the deep bronze of
her abdomen.
Need? Enveloped within her broad smile and deep green eyes, I suddenly, momentarily, forgot my purpose.
For your yoga studio," she offered as a means of jogging my memory.
Ah, moving day. A milestone of microcosmically epic proportions. Having rented several cramped,
dusty spaces since my initial move to New Hope just over two years prior, I was ecstatic to have finally
secured a quaint yet spacious storefront on the town's Main Street.
Adjacent to my studio on the west stood a tattoo and body piercing salon, Iggy's Ink, which just so
happened to provide lots of traffic for surrounding businesses, especially during tourist season. Owned
and operated by a couple of imaginative, free-thinking brothers, the salon attracted a wide spectrum of
sorts when it came to clientele. Biker chicks, pseudo-swamis, artists, lovers and the occasional Baptist
preacher passed through their doors from early afternoon into the wee hours of the morning.
My neighbor to the east, you ask? Maggie, owner of Maggie's Groovy Garden and hippie chick
extraordinaire.
Oh, yes, I responded in a rather clumsy attempt at regaining my composure. Well, to be honest, I
haven't given it a whole lot of thought. I'd need, what, twenty to line the walk?
At least, she agreed. "But, in the meantime, I have virtually every variety of sage you could possibly
imagine to intersperse with the lavender – or stand alone, whatever – which I'm sure you'll agree is
absolutely essential to healing.
Okay, to some, Maggie "Moonflower" Miller may have appeared rather clueless at times given her
light-hearted disposition and unique sense of purpose, but this girl definitely knew her herbs. She was
also an incredibly savvy yet uncompromisingly ethical businesswoman. Despite the knowledge and
instinct that would have turned others into monster capitalists, Maggie remained true to her intention to
influence the world around her with an abundance of unconditional love and respect, not to mention her
flower-child's outlook on life.
I admit it. Maggie caught my attention the moment I first laid eyes upon her, but it was only through the
day-to-day contact, the mundane made magical, that I was able to fully appreciate her for the
incredibly sensual, spiritual – and seemingly flighty – young woman she was. And, in short time, I,
yogini of balance and composure, couldn't help but to find myself completely enamored.
It took Maggie only a couple of days to come up with my lavender and just slightly longer for us to
become the best of friends. Indeed, I found Maggie's presence in my life to be utterly refreshing. She
was unlike any woman I had ever encountered, much less had grown to love. Though rather young in
years, a mere two decades and a half, Maggie knew precisely who she was and where she was going.
A graduate of Northwestern, Maggie had abandoned her degree in global economics in an effort to
"heal the world via cosmic orgasm.
For Maggie, every breath, every touch, every moment was sacred. Yet, despite her philosophy and
worldview – or perhaps because of them – Maggie possessed the ability to take everything life had to
offer in stride. That is, until she happened to work herself into one of her rare yet always memorable
frenzies. With Maggie, there was no "happy medium" as my own mother used to say – other than as a
"happy medium" with a direct line to the source of cosmic consciousness.
As much as I adore sharing the practice of yoga with others, the rare moments in which I am able to
focus upon the rhythm of my breath and the sensations within my own body are a treasure. See, in
teaching, the rewards of the practice emerge from the sense of peace and illumination experienced by
one's students. Yet, when practicing alone in the stillness, the teacher herself is presented with the
opportunity to re-connect, renewing her spirit so that she might offer her gifts with the fullness of
patience and understanding.
For such renewal to take place, the moment of stillness is essential.
Oh, thank Goddess, you're not teaching!" Maggie cried, flying into the studio as I studied my
Tittibhasana, firefly pose, in the mirror.
Not until three-thirty, I replied, directing my response toward her reflection. I'm just working on my
postures and asanas. Why?
Oh, Cass, it's Shiva! He's hurt!
Okay, Maggie, slow down. Tell me what happened.
Maggie made a sincere yet futile attempt at catching her breath.
I was conducting a smudging and
You sage smudge your snails?
Of course. We all need to purify our energies, Maggie explained matter-of-factly. He had seemed
rather lethargic. It was obvious that his Kundalini wasn't flowing properly. Anyway, I have to get him
to Kaleo immediately.
Indeed, Kaleo was known far and wide for his capacity to heal all beings by tapping into the essence of
their true nature and renewing their spirit through the power of breath and touch. Once an
accomplished artist in Japan, Kaleo had turned his focus upon the art of healing upon reaching the
States. He was one of the few of whom I was never skeptical. Kaleo was as genuine and luminous as
the sunrise.
I'd lock up," she continued, but I'm expecting a delivery – and a busload of senior spirits from
Sacred Heart Assisted Living. Would you mind watching the shop 'til I get back? I hate to be a
burden but I don't know what else to do.
This was serious. Shiva meant the world to Maggie. Whereas most gardeners maintain a less than
amiable relationship with land snails, Maggie loved them all with an unceasing and utterly unconditional
love. Always certain to care for their every need, Maggie invested more in her snails' happiness than
most would invest in their biological offspring. Now, Shiva, her first and most beloved snail child, was
hurt.
You're not a burden at all, I assured her. Come on, let's go.
I grabbed my keys and followed Maggie next door to her shop.
I can't thank you enough, she said as she held Shiva protectively to her breast. Maggie's voice
cracked. Her eyes brimmed with tears.
Hey, Mags, he'll be all right. I promise.
Thanks, Cass, she whispered before bestowing a hesitant yet tender kiss upon my cheek.
Hours passed with no sign of Maggie or Shiva – and I began to worry. I still had a class to teach, but
in the short time since they had entered my life, Maggie and Shiva had become of utmost importance to
me.
A few minutes before class was to begin, I ran out to post a note on the studio window. Today's
class will be held next door in the gardens. Namaste.
To my delight, my students enjoyed practicing in Maggie's gardens even more than I had expected.
The warmth of the sun soothed their muscles, allowing them to experience their bodies with greater
depth throughout the postures while the fresh air offered a clarity that can only be obtained within the
natural world. As the session drew to a close, they were all eager to learn when class would again be
held in Maggie's space.
The sun had set more than an hour prior and with nightfall, I closed up shop. I found myself restless
with concern and decided to keep busy with a bit of housekeeping. Granted, there isn't a whole lot to
dust or polish within an organic garden; yet, I trusted that my intentions would lead me to my task.
Enveloped within the rhythm of my breath as I worked in my otherwise silent surroundings, I was
quickly brought back to the moment with Maggie's arrival. The usual melodic tinkle of the chimes grew
to a feverish pitch as Maggie swung open the front door.
Shiva's going to be okay! Maggie announced. Better than ever, in fact!
I told you he would be fine, but I'm relieved to hear the good news, I replied. "What did Kaleo
say?
Apparently, Shiva's release with the smudging was so powerful that it manifested with great enough
intensity for a temporary shut-down. He lost consciousness.
Has he been out all this time? It's nearly ten.
No, thank the Universe. He came to about an hour after I brought him to Kaleo. We've been
meditating over him since.
It never occurred to me that I could possibly be miffed by the length of time Maggie had been away;
yet, she seemed eager to ensure that I knew my efforts were appreciated.
Please, Cass, let me take you to dinner. I owe you. It could have been so much worse. Because of
you, Shiva is going to be okay, able to live more fully than ever before.
I tell you what," I countered. You must be starving. After all you've been through, you deserve a
relaxing dinner yourself. My treat.
Okay, I accept, she said with a wide smile. "Just give me a minute to run upstairs and get Shiva
settled.
Once Maggie re-emerged, we made our way together through the night, strolling down Ney Alley to
Muse Avenue, where we crossed the canal via footbridge and entered La Luna.
Given that it was still early in the season, we found ourselves to be the only couple seated on the patio
overlooking the canal and the last to enjoy dinner before the kitchen closed for the night. Brimming
with animation, Maggie continued to fill me in on the day's drama. And, once the conversation began
to drift, we fell into an enchanted silence as we watched the moonlight dance and shimmer upon the
water below.
You want to come up for a bit? she asked as we returned to the shop, above which she maintained a
small studio apartment. I know Shiva would love to see you.
I looked into her eyes and found her vibrant statement subdued by an almost vulnerable tenderness.
It would be an honor, I replied.
Climbing the stairs to her apartment, I was taken by the way in which she had created a space so
utterly her own, so inviting and warm. As I reached the landing, I slipped off my sandals and made
myself comfortable on the futon.
Settling into my usual bound lotus, I observed Maggie as she retrieved Shiva from his ultra-luxurious,
custom-built snail home. Turning toward me with Shiva resting in her palm, she smiled as she joined me
upon the futon and set Shiva between us. He did, in fact, appear happy and quite alert as he extended
his tentacles and slowly made his way toward me, eager to climb atop my big toe and along the arch of
my bare foot.
I'll be right back, Maggie said with a soft laugh as she traversed the few feet to her kitchen area.
You two look like your having a moment.
She soon returned with a slice of cucumber and a juicy wedge of peach, which she handed to me as an
offering to Shiva.
Thank you for everything, Cass, she began. "You can't imagine how much your help today means to
me.
It was nothing. You know you can always count on me to be there for you, Mags. You never need
to worry about that.
I know. It's just that… Well, you I mean I Cass, please stay with me tonight.
Without a word, I leaned forward and gently eased her back upon the futon. A glow of innocence
emanated from every pore of her smooth, flawless skin. Her lips, soft and full, quivered slightly in
anticipation though she did not avert her gaze.
Our caresses intensified, our bodies began to undulate and Shiva, in all of his great wisdom, made his
way to the corner of the mattress to safely enjoy his evening snack.
With her head nestled at my breast, Maggie drifted into a deep and restful slumber. I remained awake,
observing the slight flicker of her lashes as she slept. Gently lulled by the softness of her breath, I
couldn't help but to ponder the moment of our final, seemingly eternal climax.
For, within the split-second's time of release, I found myself overcome by a crystal-clear vision of the
most perfect gold-blue lotus, moistened by dewdrop tears. There sat the goddess Arya Tara, youthful
and exquisitely beautiful, with her left leg drawn up and her right leg slightly extended. Her face,
reflecting that of Maggie's in all of its purity and passion, glowed as the light of a thousand
constellations dazzled with brilliance in the heavens. Only then, amidst the stillness and serenity, a blaze
of lightening cracked with fierce intensity, illuminating the vast celestial sea embraced within my vision. I
gasped. My breath stolen. Yet, as desperately as I yearned to cling to the magnificence of the image
before me, it vanished as quickly as it appeared.
I lay quietly within the hush of the night as a single tear balanced upon my lashes. Then, it hit me and I
began to laugh softly to myself. So, this is what she meant by her intention to heal the world via Cosmic orgasm, she whispered as she placed her palm lightly over my heart and once again drew
herself in close.
A VINDICATION OF THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN, BY MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT
CHAPTER 2 THE PREVAILING OPINION OF A SEXUAL CHARACTER DISCUSSED
To account for, and excuse the tyranny of man, many ingenious
arguments have been brought forward to prove, that the two sexes,
in the acquirement of virtue, ought to aim at attaining a very
different character: or, to speak explicitly, women are not
allowed to have sufficient strength of mind to acquire what really
deserves the name of virtue. Yet it should seem, allowing them
to
have souls, that there is but one way appointed by providence to
lead MANKIND to either virtue or happiness.
If then women are not a swarm of ephemeron triflers, why should
they be kept in ignorance under the specious name of innocence?
Men complain, and with reason, of the follies and caprices of our
sex, when they do not keenly satirize our headstrong passions and
groveling vices. Behold, I should answer, the natural effect of
ignorance! The mind will ever be unstable that has only prejudices
to rest on, and the current will run with destructive fury when
there are no barriers to break its force. Women are told from
their infancy, and taught by the example of their mothers, that a
little knowledge of human weakness, justly termed cunning, softness
of temper, OUTWARD obedience, and a scrupulous attention to a
puerile kind of propriety, will obtain for them the protection of
man; and should they be beautiful, every thing else is needless,
for at least twenty years of their lives.
Thus Milton describes our first frail mother; though when he tells
us that women are formed for softness and sweet attractive grace, I
cannot comprehend his meaning, unless, in the true Mahometan
strain, he meant to deprive us of souls, and insinuate that we were
beings only designed by sweet attractive grace, and docile blind
obedience, to gratify the senses of man when he can no longer soar
on the wing of contemplation.
How grossly do they insult us, who thus advise us only to render
ourselves gentle, domestic brutes! For instance, the winning
softness, so warmly, and frequently recommended, that governs by
obeying. What childish expressions, and how insignificant is the
being--can it be an immortal one? who will condescend to govern
by
such sinister methods! "Certainly," says Lord Bacon, "man is of
kin to the beasts by his body: and if he be not of kin to God by
his spirit, he is a base and ignoble creature!" Men, indeed,
appear to me to act in a very unphilosophical manner, when they try
to secure the good conduct of women by attempting to keep them
always in a state of childhood. Rousseau was more consistent when
he wished to stop the progress of reason in both sexes; for if men
eat of the tree of knowledge, women will come in for a taste:
but,
from the imperfect cultivation which their understandings now
receive, they only attain a knowledge of evil.
Children, I grant, should be innocent; but when the epithet is
applied to men, or women, it is but a civil term for weakness.
For
if it be allowed that women were destined by Providence to acquire
human virtues, and by the exercise of their understandings, that
stability of character which is the firmest ground to rest our
future hopes upon, they must be permitted to turn to the fountain
of light, and not forced to shape their course by the twinkling of
a mere satellite. Milton, I grant, was of a very different
opinion; for he only bends to the indefeasible right of beauty,
though it would be difficult to render two passages, which I now
mean to contrast, consistent: but into similar inconsistencies
are
great men often led by their senses:--
"To whom thus Eve with perfect beauty adorned:
My author and disposer, what thou bidst
Unargued I obey; so God ordains;
God is thy law, thou mine; to know no more
Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise."
These are exactly the arguments that I have used to children; but I
have added, "Your reason is now gaining strength, and, till it
arrives at some degree of maturity, you must look up to me for
advice: then you ought to THINK, and only rely on God."
Yet, in the following lines, Milton seems to coincide with me, when
he makes Adam thus expostulate with his Maker:--
"Hast thou not made me here thy substitute,
And these inferior far beneath me set?
Among unequals what society
Can sort, what harmony or delight?
Which must be mutual, in proportion due
Given and received; but in disparity
The one intense, the other still remiss
Cannot well suit with either, but soon prove
Tedious alike: of fellowship I speak
Such as I seek fit to participate
All rational delight."
In treating, therefore, of the manners of women, let us,
disregarding sensual arguments, trace what we should endeavour to
make them in order to co-operate, if the expression be not too
bold, with the Supreme Being.
By individual education, I mean--for the sense of the word is not
precisely defined--such an attention to a child as will slowly
sharpen the senses, form the temper, regulate the passions, as they
begin to ferment, and set the understanding to work before the body
arrives at maturity; so that the man may only have to proceed, not
to begin, the important task of learning to think and reason.
To prevent any misconstruction, I must add, that I do not believe
that a private education can work the wonders which some sanguine
writers have attributed to it. Men and women must be educated,
in
a great degree, by the opinions and manners of the society they
live in. In every age there has been a stream of popular opinion
that has carried all before it, and given a family character, as it
were, to the century. It may then fairly be inferred, that, till
society be differently constituted, much cannot be expected from
education. It is, however, sufficient for my present purpose to
assert, that, whatever effect circumstances have on the abilities,
every being may become virtuous by the exercise of its own reason;
for if but one being was created with vicious inclinations--that
is, positively bad-- what can save us from atheism? or if we
worship a God, is not that God a devil?
Consequently, the most perfect education, in my opinion, is such an
exercise of the understanding as is best calculated to strengthen
the body and form the heart; or, in other words, to enable the
individual to attain such habits of virtue as will render it
independent. In fact, it is a farce to call any being virtuous
whose virtues do not result from the exercise of its own reason.
This was Rousseau's opinion respecting men: I extend it to women,
and confidently assert that they have been drawn out of their
sphere by false refinement, and not by an endeavour to acquire
masculine qualities. Still the regal homage which they receive
is
so intoxicating, that, till the manners of the times are changed,
and formed on more reasonable principles, it may be impossible to
convince them that the illegitimate power, which they obtain by
degrading themselves, is a curse, and that they must return to
nature and equality, if they wish to secure the placid satisfaction
that unsophisticated affections impart. But for this epoch we
must
wait--wait, perhaps, till kings and nobles, enlightened by reason,
and, preferring the real dignity of man to childish state, throw
off their gaudy hereditary trappings; and if then women do not
resign the arbitrary power of beauty, they will prove that they
have LESS mind than man. I may be accused of arrogance; still
I
must declare, what I firmly believe, that all the writers who have
written on the subject of female education and manners, from
Rousseau to Dr. Gregory, have contributed to render women more
artificial, weaker characters, than they would otherwise have been;
and, consequently, more useless members of society. I might have
expressed this conviction in a lower key; but I am afraid it would
have been the whine of affectation, and not the faithful expression
of my feelings, of the clear result, which experience and
reflection have led me to draw. When I come to that division of
the subject, I shall advert to the passages that I more
particularly disapprove of, in the works of the authors I have just
alluded to; but it is first necessary to observe, that my objection
extends to the whole purport of those books, which tend, in my
opinion, to degrade one half of the human species, and render women
pleasing at the expense of every solid virtue.
Though to reason on Rousseau's ground, if man did attain a degree
of perfection of mind when his body arrived at maturity, it might
be proper in order to make a man and his wife ONE, that she should
rely entirely on his understanding; and the graceful ivy, clasping
the oak that supported it, would form a whole in which strength and
beauty would be equally conspicuous. But, alas! husbands, as well
as their helpmates, are often only overgrown children; nay, thanks
to early debauchery, scarcely men in their outward form, and if the
blind lead the blind, one need not come from heaven to tell us the
consequence.
Many are the causes that, in the present corrupt state of society,
contribute to enslave women by cramping their understandings and
sharpening their senses. One, perhaps, that silently does more
mischief than all the rest, is their disregard of order.
To do every thing in an orderly manner, is a most important
precept, which women, who, generally speaking, receive only a
disorderly kind of education, seldom attend to with that degree of
exactness that men, who from their infancy are broken into method,
observe. This negligent kind of guesswork, for what other epithet
can be used to point out the random exertions of a sort of
instinctive common sense, never brought to the test of reason?
prevents their generalizing matters of fact, so they do to-day,
what they did yesterday, merely because they did it yesterday.
This contempt of the understanding in early life has more baneful
consequences than is commonly supposed; for the little knowledge
which women of strong minds attain, is, from various circumstances,
of a more desultory kind than the knowledge of men, and it is
acquired more by sheer observations on real life, than from
comparing what has been individually observed with the results of
experience generalized by speculation. Led by their dependent
situation and domestic employments more into society, what they
learn is rather by snatches; and as learning is with them, in
general, only a secondary thing, they do not pursue any one branch
with that persevering ardour necessary to give vigour to the
faculties, and clearness to the judgment. In the present state
of
society, a little learning is required to support the character of
a gentleman; and boys are obliged to submit to a few years of
discipline. But in the education of women the cultivation of the
understanding is always subordinate to the acquirement of some
corporeal accomplishment; even while enervated by confinement and
false notions of modesty, the body is prevented from attaining that
grace and beauty which relaxed half-formed limbs never exhibit.
Besides, in youth their faculties are not brought forward by
emulation; and having no serious scientific study, if they have
natural sagacity it is turned too soon on life and manners. They
dwell on effects, and modifications, without tracing them back to
causes; and complicated rules to adjust behaviour are a weak
substitute for simple principles.
As a proof that education gives this appearance of weakness to
females, we may instance the example of military men, who are, like
them, sent into the world before their minds have been stored with
knowledge or fortified by principles. The consequences are
similar; soldiers acquire a little superficial knowledge, snatched
from the muddy current of conversation, and, from continually
mixing with society, they gain, what is termed a knowledge of the
world; and this acquaintance with manners and customs has
frequently been confounded with a knowledge of the human heart.
But can the crude fruit of casual observation, never brought to the
test of judgment, formed by comparing speculation and experience,
deserve such a distinction? Soldiers, as well as women, practice
the minor virtues with punctilious politeness. Where is then the
sexual difference, when the education has been the same; all the
difference that I can discern, arises from the superior advantage
of liberty which enables the former to see more of life.
It is wandering from my present subject, perhaps, to make a
political remark; but as it was produced naturally by the train of
my reflections, I shall not pass it silently over.
Standing armies can never consist of resolute, robust men; they may
be well disciplined machines, but they will seldom contain men
under the influence of strong passions or with very vigorous
faculties. And as for any depth of understanding, I will venture
to affirm, that it is as rarely to be found in the army as amongst
women; and the cause, I maintain, is the same. It may be further
observed, that officers are also particularly attentive to their
persons, fond of dancing, crowded rooms, adventures, and ridicule.
Like the FAIR sex, the business of their lives is gallantry. They
were taught to please, and they only live to please. Yet they
do
not lose their rank in the distinction of sexes, for they are still
reckoned superior to women, though in what their superiority
consists, beyond what I have just mentioned, it is difficult to
discover.
The great misfortune is this, that they both acquire manners before
morals, and a knowledge of life before they have from reflection,
any acquaintance with the grand ideal outline of human nature.
The
consequence is natural; satisfied with common nature, they become a
prey to prejudices, and taking all their opinions on credit, they
blindly submit to authority. So that if they have any sense, it
is
a kind of instinctive glance, that catches proportions, and decides
with respect to manners; but fails when arguments are to be pursued
below the surface, or opinions analyzed.
May not the same remark be applied to women? Nay, the argument
may
be carried still further, for they are both thrown out of a useful
station by the unnatural distinctions established in civilized
life. Riches and hereditary honours have made cyphers of women
to
give consequence to the numerical figure; and idleness has produced
a mixture of gallantry and despotism in society, which leads the
very men who are the slaves of their mistresses, to tyrannize over
their sisters, wives, and daughters. This is only keeping them
in
rank and file, it is true. Strengthen the female mind by enlarging
it, and there will be an end to blind obedience; but, as blind
obedience is ever sought for by power, tyrants and sensualists are
in the right when they endeavour to keep women in the dark, because
the former only want slaves, and the latter a play-thing. The
sensualist, indeed, has been the most dangerous of tyrants, and
women have been duped by their lovers, as princes by their
ministers, whilst dreaming that they reigned over them.
I now principally allude to Rousseau, for his character of Sophia
is, undoubtedly, a captivating one, though it appears to me grossly
unnatural; however, it is not the superstructure, but the
foundation of her character, the principles on which her education
was built, that I mean to attack; nay, warmly as I admire the
genius of that able writer, whose opinions I shall often have
occasion to cite, indignation always takes place of admiration, and
the rigid frown of insulted virtue effaces the smile of
complacency, which his eloquent periods are wont to raise, when I
read his voluptuous reveries. Is this the man, who, in his ardour
for virtue, would banish all the soft arts of peace, and almost
carry us back to Spartan discipline? Is this the man who delights
to paint the useful struggles of passion, the triumphs of good
dispositions, and the heroic flights which carry the glowing soul
out of itself? How are these mighty sentiments lowered when he
describes the prettyfoot and enticing airs of his little favourite!
But, for the present, I waive the subject, and, instead of severely
reprehending the transient effusions of overweening sensibility, I
shall only observe, that whoever has cast a benevolent eye on
society, must often have been gratified by the sight of humble
mutual love, not dignified by sentiment, nor strengthened by a
union in intellectual pursuits. The domestic trifles of the day
have afforded matter for cheerful converse, and innocent caresses
have softened toils which did not require great exercise of mind,
or stretch of thought: yet, has not the sight of this moderate
felicity excited more tenderness than respect? An emotion similar
to what we feel when children are playing, or animals sporting,
whilst the contemplation of the noble struggles of suffering merit
has raised admiration, and carried our thoughts to that world where
sensation will give place to reason.
Women are, therefore, to be considered either as moral beings, or
so weak that they must be entirely subjected to the superior
faculties of men.
Let us examine this question. Rousseau declares, that a woman
should never, for a moment feel herself independent, that she
should be governed by fear to exercise her NATURAL cunning, and
made a coquetish slave in order to render her a more alluring
object of desire, a SWEETER companion to man, whenever he chooses
to relax himself. He carries the arguments, which he pretends
to
draw from the indications of nature, still further, and insinuates
that truth and fortitude the corner stones of all human virtue,
shall be cultivated with certain restrictions, because with respect
to the female character, obedience is the grand lesson which ought
to be impressed with unrelenting rigour.
What nonsense! When will a great man arise with sufficient
strength of mind to puff away the fumes which pride and sensuality
have thus spread over the subject! If women are by nature inferior
to men, their virtues must be the same in quality, if not in
degree, or virtue is a relative idea; consequently, their conduct
should be founded on the same principles, and have the same aim.
Connected with man as daughters, wives, and mothers, their moral
character may be estimated by their manner of fulfilling those
simple duties; but the end, the grand end of their exertions should
be to unfold their own faculties, and acquire the dignity of
conscious virtue. They may try to render their road pleasant;
but
ought never to forget, in common with man, that life yields not the
felicity which can satisfy an immortal soul. I do not mean to
insinuate, that either sex should be so lost, in abstract
reflections or distant views, as to forget the affections and
duties that lie before them, and are, in truth, the means appointed
to produce the fruit of life; on the contrary, I would warmly
recommend them, even while I assert, that they afford most
satisfaction when they are considered in their true subordinate
light.
Probably the prevailing opinion, that woman was created for man,
may have taken its rise from Moses's poetical story; yet, as very
few it is presumed, who have bestowed any serious thought on the
subject, ever supposed that Eve was, literally speaking, one of
Adam's ribs, the deduction must be allowed to fall to the ground;
or, only be so far admitted as it proves that man, from the
remotest antiquity, found it convenient to exert his strength to
subjugate his companion, and his invention to show that she ought
to have her neck bent under the yoke; because she as well as the
brute creation, was created to do his pleasure.
Let it not be concluded, that I wish to invert the order of things;
I have already granted, that, from the constitution of their
bodies, men seem to be designed by Providence to attain a greater
degree of virtue. I speak collectively of the whole sex; but I
see
not the shadow of a reason to conclude that their virtues should
differ in respect to their nature. In fact, how can they, if
virtue has only one eternal standard? I must, therefore, if I
reason consequentially, as strenuously maintain, that they have the
same simple direction, as that there is a God.
It follows then, that cunning should not be opposed to wisdom,
little cares to great exertions, nor insipid softness, varnished
over with the name of gentleness, to that fortitude which grand
views alone can inspire.
I shall be told, that woman would then lose many of her peculiar
graces, and the opinion of a well known poet might be quoted to
refute my unqualified assertions. For Pope has said, in the name
of the whole male sex,
"Yet ne'er so sure our passions to create,
As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate."
In what light this sally places men and women, I shall leave to the
judicious to determine; meanwhile I shall content myself with
observing, that I cannot discover why, unless they are mortal,
females should always be degraded by being made subservient to love
or lust.
To speak disrespectfully of love is, I know, high treason against
sentiment and fine feelings; but I wish to speak the simple
language of truth, and rather to address the head than the heart.
To endeavour to reason love out of the world, would be to out
Quixote Cervantes, and equally offend against common sense; but an
endeavour to restrain this tumultuous passion, and to prove that it
should not be allowed to dethrone superior powers, or to usurp the
sceptre which the understanding should ever coolly wield, appears
less wild.
Youth is the season for love in both sexes; but in those days of
thoughtless enjoyment, provision should be made for the more
important years of life, when reflection takes place of sensation.
But Rousseau, and most of the male writers who have followed his
steps, have warmly inculcated that the whole tendency of female
education ought to be directed to one point to render them
pleasing.
Let me reason with the supporters of this opinion, who have any
knowledge of human nature, do they imagine that marriage can
eradicate the habitude of life? The woman who has only been taught
to please, will soon find that her charms are oblique sun-beams,
and that they cannot have much effect on her husband's heart when
they are seen every day, when the summer is past and gone. Will
she then have sufficient native energy to look into herself for
comfort, and cultivate her dormant faculties? or, is it not more
rational to expect, that she will try to please other men; and, in
the emotions raised by the expectation of new conquests, endeavour
to forget the mortification her love or pride has received? When
the husband ceases to be a lover--and the time will inevitably
come, her desire of pleasing will then grow languid, or become a
spring of bitterness; and love, perhaps, the most evanescent of all
passions, gives place to jealousy or vanity.
I now speak of women who are restrained by principle or prejudice;
such women though they would shrink from an intrigue with real
abhorrence, yet, nevertheless, wish to be convinced by the homage
of gallantry, that they are cruelly neglected by their husbands;
or, days and weeks are spent in dreaming of the happiness enjoyed
by congenial souls, till the health is undermined and the spirits
broken by discontent. How then can the great art of pleasing be
such a necessary study? it is only useful to a mistress; the chaste
wife, and serious mother, should only consider her power to please
as the polish of her virtues, and the affection of her husband as
one of the comforts that render her task less difficult, and her
life happier. But, whether she be loved or neglected, her first
wish should be to make herself respectable, and not rely for all
her happiness on a being subject to like infirmities with herself.
The amiable Dr. Gregory fell into a similar error. I respect his
heart; but entirely disapprove of his celebrated Legacy to his
Daughters.
He advises them to cultivate a fondness for dress, because a
fondness for dress, he asserts, is natural to them. I am unable
to
comprehend what either he or Rousseau mean, when they frequently
use this indefinite term. If they told us, that in a pre-existent
state the soul was fond of dress, and brought this inclination with
it into a new body, I should listen to them with a half smile, as I
often do when I hear a rant about innate elegance. But if he only
meant to say that the exercise of the faculties will produce this
fondness, I deny it. It is not natural; but arises, like false
ambition in men, from a love of power.
Dr. Gregory goes much further; he actually recommends
dissimulation, and advises an innocent girl to give the lie to her
feelings, and not dance with spirit, when gaiety of heart would
make her feet eloquent, without making her gestures immodest.
In
the name of truth and common sense, why should not one woman
acknowledge that she can take more exercise than another? or, in
other words, that she has a sound constitution; and why to damp
innocent vivacity, is she darkly to be told, that men will draw
conclusions which she little thinks of? Let the libertine draw
what inference he pleases; but, I hope, that no sensible mother
will restrain the natural frankness of youth, by instilling such
indecent cautions. Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth
speaketh; and a wiser than Solomon hath said, that the heart should
be made clean, and not trivial ceremonies observed, which it is not
very difficult to fulfill with scrupulous exactness when vice
reigns in the heart.
Women ought to endeavour to purify their hearts; but can they do so
when their uncultivated understandings make them entirely dependent
on their senses for employment and amusement, when no noble pursuit
sets them above the little vanities of the day, or enables them to
curb the wild emotions that agitate a reed over which every passing
breeze has power? To gain the affections of a virtuous man, is
affectation necessary?
Nature has given woman a weaker frame than man; but, to ensure her
husband's affections, must a wife, who, by the exercise of her mind
and body, whilst she was discharging the duties of a daughter,
wife, and mother, has allowed her constitution to retain its
natural strength, and her nerves a healthy tone, is she, I say, to
condescend, to use art, and feign a sickly delicacy, in order to
secure her husband's affection? Weakness may excite tenderness, and
gratify the arrogant pride of man; but the lordly caresses of a
protector will not gratify a noble mind that pants for and deserves
to be respected. Fondness is a poor substitute for friendship!
In a seraglio, I grant, that all these arts are necessary; the
epicure must have his palate tickled, or he will sink into apathy;
but have women so little ambition as to be satisfied with such a
condition? Can they supinely dream life away in the lap of
pleasure, or in the languor of weariness, rather than assert their
claim to pursue reasonable pleasures, and render themselves
conspicuous, by practising the virtues which dignify mankind?
Surely she has not an immortal soul who can loiter life away,
merely employed to adorn her person, that she may amuse the languid
hours, and soften the cares of a fellow-creature who is willing to
be enlivened by her smiles and tricks, when the serious business of
life is over.
Besides, the woman who strengthens her body and exercises her mind
will, by managing her family and practising various virtues, become
the friend, and not the humble dependent of her husband; and if she
deserves his regard by possessing such substantial qualities, she
will not find it necessary to conceal her affection, nor to pretend
to an unnatural coldness of constitution to excite her husband's
passions. In fact, if we revert to history, we shall find that
the
women who have distinguished themselves have neither been the most
beautiful nor the most gentle of their sex.
Nature, or to speak with strict propriety God, has made all things
right; but man has sought him out many inventions to mar the work.
I now allude to that part of Dr. Gregory's treatise, where he
advises a wife never to let her husband know the extent of her
sensibility or affection. Voluptuous precaution; and as
ineffectual as absurd. Love, from its very nature, must be
transitory. To seek for a secret that would render it constant,
would be as wild a search as for the philosopher's stone, or the
grand panacea; and the discovery would be equally useless, or
rather pernicious to mankind. The most holy band of society is
friendship. It has been well said, by a shrewd satirist, "that
rare as true love is, true friendship is still rarer."
This is an obvious truth, and the cause not lying deep, will not
elude a slight glance of inquiry.
Love, the common passion, in which chance and sensation take place
of choice and reason, is in some degree, felt by the mass of
mankind; for it is not necessary to speak, at present, of the
emotions that rise above or sink below love. This passion,
naturally increased by suspense and difficulties, draws the mind
out of its accustomed state, and exalts the affections; but the
security of marriage, allowing the fever of love to subside, a
healthy temperature is thought insipid, only by those who have not
sufficient intellect to substitute the calm tenderness of
friendship, the confidence of respect, instead of blind admiration,
and the sensual emotions of fondness.
This is, must be, the course of nature--friendship or indifference
inevitably succeeds love. And this constitution seems perfectly
to
harmonize with the system of government which prevails in the moral
world. Passions are spurs to action, and open the mind; but they
sink into mere appetites, become a personal momentary
gratification, when the object is gained, and the satisfied mind
rests in enjoyment. The man who had some virtue whilst he was
struggling for a crown, often becomes a voluptuous tyrant when it
graces his brow; and, when the lover is not lost in the husband,
the dotard a prey to childish caprices, and fond jealousies,
neglects the serious duties of life, and the caresses which should
excite confidence in his children are lavished on the overgrown
child, his wife.
In order to fulfil the duties of life, and to be able to pursue
with vigour the various employments which form the moral character,
a master and mistress of a family ought not to continue to love
each other with passion. I mean to say, that they ought not to
indulge those emotions which disturb the order of society, and
engross the thoughts that should be otherwise employed. The mind
that has never been engrossed by one object wants vigour--if it can
long be so, it is weak.
A mistaken education, a narrow, uncultivated mind, and many sexual
prejudices, tend to make women more constant than men; but, for the
present, I shall not touch on this branch of the subject. I will
go still further, and advance, without dreaming of a paradox, that
an unhappy marriage is often very advantageous to a family, and
that the neglected wife is, in general, the best mother. And this
would almost always be the consequence, if the female mind was more
enlarged; for, it seems to be the common dispensation of
Providence, that what we gain in present enjoyment should be
deducted from the treasure of life, experience; and that when we
are gathering the flowers of the day and revelling in pleasure, the
solid fruit of toil and wisdom should not be caught at the same
time. The way lies before us, we must turn to the right or left;
and he who will pass life away in bounding from one pleasure to
another, must not complain if he neither acquires wisdom nor
respectability of character.
Supposing for a moment, that the soul is not immortal, and that man
was only created for the present scene; I think we should have
reason to complain that love, infantine fondness, ever grew insipid
and palled upon the sense. Let us eat, drink, and love, for
to-morrow we die, would be in fact the language of reason, the
morality of life; and who but a fool would part with a reality for
a fleeting shadow? But, if awed by observing the improvable powers
of the mind, we disdain to confine our wishes or thoughts to such a
comparatively mean field of action; that only appears grand and
important as it is connected with a boundless prospect and sublime
hopes; what necessity is there for falsehood in conduct, and why
must the sacred majesty of truth be violated to detain a deceitful
good that saps the very foundation of virtue? Why must the female
mind be tainted by coquetish arts to gratify the sensualist, and
prevent love from subsiding into friendship or compassionate
tenderness, when there are not qualities on which friendship can be
built? Let the honest heart show itself, and REASON teach passion
to submit to necessity; or, let the dignified pursuit of virtue and
knowledge raise the mind above those emotions which rather imbitter
than sweeten the cup of life, when they are not restrained within
due bounds.
I do not mean to allude to the romantic passion, which is the
concomitant of genius. Who can clip its wings? But that
grand
passion not proportioned to the puny enjoyments of life, is only
true to the sentiment, and feeds on itself. The passions which
have been celebrated for their durability have always been
unfortunate. They have acquired strength by absence and
constitutional melancholy. The fancy has hovered round a form
of
beauty dimly seen--but familiarity might have turned admiration
into disgust; or, at least, into indifference, and allowed the
imagination leisure to start fresh game. With perfect propriety,
according to this view of things, does Rousseau make the mistress
of his soul, Eloisa, love St. Preux, when life was fading before
her; but this is no proof of the immortality of the passion.
Of the same complexion is Dr. Gregory's advice respecting delicacy
of sentiment, which he advises a woman not to acquire, if she has
determined to marry. This determination, however, perfectly
consistent with his former advice, he calls INDELICATE, and
earnestly persuades his daughters to conceal it, though it may
govern their conduct: as if it were indelicate to have the common
appetites of human nature.
Noble morality! and consistent with the cautious prudence of a
little soul that cannot extend its views beyond the present minute
division of existence. If all the faculties of woman's mind are
only to be cultivated as they respect her dependence on man; if,
when she obtains a husband she has arrived at her goal, and meanly
proud, is satisfied with such a paltry crown, let her grovel
contentedly, scarcely raised by her employments above the animal
kingdom; but, if she is struggling for the prize of her high
calling, let her cultivate her understanding without stopping to
consider what character the husband may have whom she is destined
to marry. Let her only determine, without being too anxious about
present happiness, to acquire the qualities that ennoble a rational
being, and a rough, inelegant husband may shock her taste without
destroying her peace of mind. She will not model her soul to suit
the frailties of her companion, but to bear with them: his
character may be a trial, but not an impediment to virtue.
If Dr. Gregory confined his remark to romantic expectations of
constant love and congenial feelings, he should have recollected,
that experience will banish what advice can never make us cease to
wish for, when the imagination is kept alive at the expence of
reason.
I own it frequently happens, that women who have fostered a
romantic unnatural delicacy of feeling, waste their lives in
IMAGINING how happy they should have been with a husband who could
love them with a fervid increasing affection every day, and all
day. But they might as well pine married as single, and would
not
be a jot more unhappy with a bad husband than longing for a good
one. That a proper education; or, to speak with more precision,
a
well stored mind, would enable a woman to support a single life
with dignity, I grant; but that she should avoid cultivating her
taste, lest her husband should occasionally shock it, is quitting a
substance for a shadow. To say the truth, I do not know of what
use is an improved taste, if the individual be not rendered more
independent of the casualties of life; if new sources of enjoyment,
only dependent on the solitary operations of the mind, are not
opened. People of taste, married or single, without distinction,
will ever be disgusted by various things that touch not less
observing minds. On this conclusion the argument must not be
allowed to hinge; but in the whole sum of enjoyment is taste to be
denominated a blessing?
The question is, whether it procures most pain or pleasure? The
answer will decide the propriety of Dr. Gregory's advice, and show
how absurd and tyrannic it is thus to lay down a system of slavery;
or to attempt to educate moral beings by any other rules than those
deduced from pure reason, which apply to the whole species.
Gentleness of manners, forbearance, and long suffering, are such
amiable godlike qualities, that in sublime poetic strains the Deity
has been invested with them; and, perhaps, no representation of his
goodness so strongly fastens on the human affections as those that
represent him abundant in mercy and willing to pardon. Gentleness,
considered in this point of view, bears on its front all the
characteristics of grandeur, combined with the winning graces of
condescension; but what a different aspect it assumes when it is
the submissive demeanour of dependence, the support of weakness
that loves, because it wants protection; and is forbearing, because
it must silently endure injuries; smiling under the lash at which
it dare not snarl. Abject as this picture appears, it is the
portrait of an accomplished woman, according to the received
opinion of female excellence, separated by specious reasoners from
human excellence. Or, they (Vide Rousseau, and Swedenborg) kindly
restore the rib, and make one moral being of a man and woman; not
forgetting to give her all the "submissive charms."
How women are to exist in that state where there is to be neither
marrying nor giving in marriage, we are not told. For though
moralists have agreed, that the tenor of life seems to prove that
MAN is prepared by various circumstances for a future state, they
constantly concur in advising WOMAN only to provide for the
present. Gentleness, docility, and a spaniel-like affection are,
on this ground, consistently recommended as the cardinal virtues of
the sex; and, disregarding the arbitrary economy of nature, one
writer has declared that it is masculine for a woman to be
melancholy. She was created to be the toy of man, his rattle,
and
it must jingle in his ears, whenever, dismissing reason, he chooses
to be amused.
To recommend gentleness, indeed, on a broad basis is strictly
philosophical. A frail being should labour to be gentle.
But when
forbearance confounds right and wrong, it ceases to be a virtue;
and, however convenient it may be found in a companion, that
companion will ever be considered as an inferior, and only inspire
a vapid tenderness, which easily degenerates into contempt. Still,
if advice could really make a being gentle, whose natural
disposition admitted not of such a fine polish, something toward
the advancement of order would be attained; but if, as might
quickly be demonstrated, only affectation be produced by this
indiscriminate counsel, which throws a stumbling block in the way
of gradual improvement, and true melioration of temper, the sex is
not much benefited by sacrificing solid virtues to the attainment
of superficial graces, though for a few years they may procure the
individual's regal sway.
As a philosopher, I read with indignation the plausible epithets
which men use to soften their insults; and, as a moralist, I ask
what is meant by such heterogeneous associations, as fair defects,
amiable weaknesses, etc.? If there is but one criterion of morals,
but one archetype for man, women appear to be suspended by destiny,
according to the vulgar tale of Mahomet's coffin; they have neither
the unerring instinct of brutes, nor are allowed to fix the eye of
reason on a perfect model. They were made to be loved, and must
not aim at respect, lest they should be hunted out of society as
masculine.
But to view the subject in another point of view. Do passive
indolent women make the best wives? Confining our discussion to
the present moment of existence, let us see how such weak creatures
perform their part? Do the women who, by the attainment of a few
superficial accomplishments, have strengthened the prevailing
prejudice, merely contribute to the happiness of their husbands?
Do they display their charms merely to amuse them? And have women,
who have early imbibed notions of passive obedience, sufficient
character to manage a family or educate children? So far from
it,
that, after surveying the history of woman, I cannot help agreeing
with the severest satirist, considering the sex as the weakest as
well as the most oppressed half of the species. What does history
disclose but marks of inferiority, and how few women have
emancipated themselves from the galling yoke of sovereign man?
So
few, that the exceptions remind me of an ingenious conjecture
respecting Newton: that he was probably a being of a superior
order, accidentally caged in a human body. In the same style I
have been led to imagine that the few extraordinary women who have
rushed in eccentrical directions out of the orbit prescribed to
their sex, were MALE spirits, confined by mistake in a female
frame. But if it be not philosophical to think of sex when the
soul is mentioned, the inferiority must depend on the organs; or
the heavenly fire, which is to ferment the clay, is not given in
equal portions.
But avoiding, as I have hitherto done, any direct comparison of the
two sexes collectively, or frankly acknowledging the inferiority of
woman, according to the present appearance of things, I shall only
insist, that men have increased that inferiority till women are
almost sunk below the standard of rational creatures. Let their
faculties have room to unfold, and their virtues to gain strength,
and then determine where the whole sex must stand in the
intellectual scale. Yet, let it be remembered, that for a small
number of distinguished women I do not ask a place.
It is difficult for us purblind mortals to say to what height human
discoveries and improvements may arrive, when the gloom of
despotism subsides, which makes us stumble at every step; but, when
morality shall be settled on a more solid basis, then, without
being gifted with a prophetic spirit, I will venture to predict,
that woman will be either the friend or slave of man. We shall
not, as at present, doubt whether she is a moral agent, or the link
which unites man with brutes. But, should it then appear, that
like the brutes they were principally created for the use of man,
he will let them patiently bite the bridle, and not mock them with
empty praise; or, should their rationality be proved, he will not
impede their improvement merely to gratify his sensual appetites.
He will not with all the graces of rhetoric, advise them to submit
implicitly their understandings to the guidance of man. He will
not, when he treats of the education of women, assert, that they
ought never to have the free use of reason, nor would he recommend
cunning and dissimulation to beings who are acquiring, in like
manner as himself, the virtues of humanity.
Surely there can be but one rule of right, if morality has an
eternal foundation, and whoever sacrifices virtue, strictly so
called, to present convenience, or whose DUTY it is to act in such
a manner, lives only for the passing day, and cannot be an
accountable creature.
The poet then should have dropped his sneer when he says,
"If weak women go astray,
The stars are more in fault than they."
For that they are bound by the adamantine chain of destiny is most
certain, if it be proved that they are never to exercise their own
reason, never to be independent, never to rise above opinion, or to
feel the dignity of a rational will that only bows to God, and
often forgets that the universe contains any being but itself, and
the model of perfection to which its ardent gaze is turned, to
adore attributes that, softened into virtues, may be imitated in
kind, though the degree overwhelms the enraptured mind.
If, I say, for I would not impress by declamation when reason
offers her sober light, if they are really capable of acting like
rational creatures, let them not be treated like slaves; or, like
the brutes who are dependent on the reason of man, when they
associate with him; but cultivate their minds, give them the
salutary, sublime curb of principle, and let them attain conscious
dignity by feeling themselves only dependent on God. Teach them,
in common with man, to submit to necessity, instead of giving, to
render them more pleasing, a sex to morals.
Further, should experience prove that they cannot attain the same
degree of strength of mind, perseverance and fortitude, let their
virtues be the same in kind, though they may vainly struggle for
the same degree; and the superiority of man will be equally clear,
if not clearer; and truth, as it is a simple principle, which
admits of no modification, would be common to both. Nay, the order
of society, as it is at present regulated, would not be inverted,
for woman would then only have the rank that reason assigned her,
and arts could not be practised to bring the balance even, much
less to turn it.
These may be termed Utopian dreams. Thanks to that Being who
impressed them on my soul, and gave me sufficient strength of mind
to dare to exert my own reason, till becoming dependent only on him
for the support of my virtue, I view with indignation, the mistaken
notions that enslave my sex.
I love man as my fellow; but his sceptre real or usurped, extends
not to me, unless the reason of an individual demands my homage;
and even then the submission is to reason, and not to man. In
fact, the conduct of an accountable being must be regulated by the
operations of its own reason; or on what foundation rests the
throne of God?
It appears to me necessary to dwell on these obvious truths,
because females have been insulted, as it were; and while they have
been stripped of the virtues that should clothe humanity, they have
been decked with artificial graces, that enable them to exercise a
short lived tyranny. Love, in their bosoms, taking place of every
nobler passion, their sole ambition is to be fair, to raise emotion
instead of inspiring respect; and this ignoble desire, like the
servility in absolute monarchies, destroys all strength of
character. Liberty is the mother of virtue, and if women are,
by
their very constitution, slaves, and not allowed to breathe the
sharp invigorating air of freedom, they must ever languish like
exotics, and be reckoned beautiful flaws in nature; let it also be
remembered, that they are the only flaw.
As to the argument respecting the subjection in which the sex has
ever been held, it retorts on man. The many have always been
enthralled by the few; and, monsters who have scarcely shown any
discernment of human excellence, have tyrannized over thousands of
their fellow creatures. Why have men of superior endowments
submitted to such degradation? For, is it not universally
acknowledged that kings, viewed collectively, have ever been
inferior, in abilities and virtue, to the same number of men taken
from the common mass of mankind--yet, have they not, and are they
not still treated with a degree of reverence, that is an insult to
reason? China is not the only country where a living man has been
made a God. MEN have submitted to superior strength, to enjoy
with
impunity the pleasure of the moment--WOMEN have only done the same,
and therefore till it is proved that the courtier, who servilely
resigns the birthright of a man, is not a moral agent, it cannot be
demonstrated that woman is essentially inferior to man, because she
has always been subjugated.
Brutal force has hitherto governed the world, and that the science
of politics is in its infancy, is evident from philosophers
scrupling to give the knowledge most useful to man that determinate
distinction.
I shall not pursue this argument any further than to establish an
obvious inference, that as sound politics diffuse liberty, mankind,
including woman, will become more wise and virtuous.
Join us next month as we continue this publication with Chapter Three...
Healthy Bones The Wise Woman Way By Susun S. Weed
Every woman I know is concerned about osteoporosis. Frightening stories
equate it with broken hips, bent spines, wheelchairs, and
death--things we all want to avoid. What can we do? Should we take
calcium supplements? hormones? Fosamax? Can we rely on
our green allies?
The Wise Woman tradition maintains that simple lifestyle choices-- including,
but not limited to, regular use of nourishing herbal
infusions, medicinal herbal vinegars, yogurt, and seaweed -- are sufficient
to preserve bone and prevent breaks. And, further, that
these lifestyle choices produce multiple health benefits, including
reduction of heart disease and breast cancer, without the problems
and risks associated with taking hormones. As for supplements, as we
will see, they do more harm than good.
Forget Osteoporosis
First, we must rid ourselves of the idea that osteoporosis is important.
In the Wise Woman Tradition, we focus on the patient, not
the problem. There are no diseases and no cures for diseases. When
we focus on osteoporosis, we cannot see the whole woman.
The more we focus on disease, even disease prevention, the less likely
we are to know how to nourish health/wholeness/holiness.
In fact, focusing our attention narrowly on the prevention of osteoporosis
actually increases the incidence of breast cancer. The
postmenopausal women with the highest bone mass are the most likely
to be diagnosed with breast cancer. Women who take
estrogen replacement to prevent osteoporosis, even for as little as
five years, increase their risk of breast cancer by twenty percent;
if they take hormone replacement, the risk increases by forty percent.
These risks might be vindicated if we could show a correlation between
bone density and bone breakage, but there isn't one. When
I found myself at dinner last year (2000) with Susan Brown, director
of the Osteoporosis Information Clearing House, I asked her
to point me in the direction of any study that shows a clear relationship
between osteoporosis and broken bones. She smiled. "There
are none."
"In a recent study," she continued. "Researchers measured the bone density
of people over 65 who had broken bones. Twenty-five
percent had osteoporosis. Twenty-five percent had high bone density.
And fifty percent had normal density." Notice that those with
high bone density broke their hips as frequently as those with osteoporosis.
Get Flexible
If osteoporosis isn't the problem, what is it? In a word: inflexibility.
Flexible bones bend; stiff bones break. This holds true even if the
flexible bone is thin, even if the stiff bone is thick. Think of a
piece of dead pine wood. Though it may be thick, it is brittle and
breaks easily. Think of a green pine twig, even a small one is nearly
impossible to break. Flexible bones, whether thick or thin, bend
rather than break.
Flexibility is synonymous with health in the Wise Woman Tradition. It
is created by nourishing and tonifying. Bone flexibility is
created by nourishing the bones and tonifying the muscles around them.
Tonifying is as important as nourishing, but because we are
herbalists, let's focus on the benefits nourishing herbs offer to women
who wish to have strong, flexible bones.
Nourishing Our Bones
Old age does not make weak bones. Poor nutrition makes weak bones.
What are bones made of? Like all tissues, they contain protein. They
are rich in minerals, not just calcium, but also potassium,
manganese, magnesium, silica, iron, zinc, selenium, boron, phosphorus,
sulphur, chromium, and dozens of others. And in order to
use those minerals, vitamin D must be present and the diet must contain
high-quality fats.
Bones Need Protein
I have heard, and no doubt you have too, that animal protein leaches
calcium from the bones. This is only half true. All protein,
whether from meat, beans, soy, grains, or vegetables, uses calcium
in digestion. Protein from soy is especially detrimental to bone
health; soy is not only naturally deficient in calcium, it also directly
interferes with calcium uptake in the bones. Traditional diets
combine protein and calcium (e.g. seaweed with tofu, tortillas made
from corn ground on limestone with beans, and melted cheese
on a hamburger). Protein-rich herbs such as stinging nettle, oatstraw,
red clover, and comfrey leaf provide plenty of calcium too, as
do yogurt, cheese, and milk (which also provide the healthy fats needed
to utilize the minerals). Limiting protein limits bone health.
Increasing mineral-rich proteins increases bone health.
Bones Need High-Quality Fats
Hormones are kinds of fats, and cholesterol is the precursor to many
of them. Post-menopausal bone problems do not, to my mind,
arise from a lack of estrogen, but from a lack of fat. If the diet
is deficient in good-quality fats, hormones will be produced in
inadequate amounts. And vitamin D, a hormone-like vitamin, will not
be utilized well. Further, mineral absorption is dependent on
fats. A low-fat diet, in my opinion, makes it quite difficult to have
healthy bones.
Bones Need Minerals
Bones do need calcium, and they are the last to get it, so our diets
need to be very rich in this mineral. But to focus on calcium to the
exclusion of other minerals leads to broken bones, for calcium is brittle
and inflexible. Think of a piece of chalk, calcium carbonate,
and how easily it breaks. A six-and-a-half year study of 10,000 white
women over the age of 65 found that "Use of calcium
supplements was associated with increased risk of hip and vertebral
fracture; use of Tums TM antacid tablets was associated with
increased risk of fractures of the proximal humerus." The other minerals
found in bone lend it flexibility. When we get our calcium
from herbs and foods (containing a multitude of minerals) we nourish
healthy bones.
Extracting Minerals
From the Wise Woman perspective, the perfect way to maintain bone health,
bone flexibility, and resistance to fracture is to use
mineral-rich herbs and foods. Because minerals are bulky, and do not
compact, we must consume generous amounts to make a
difference in our health. Just as eating a teaspoon a carrots is laughable,
so is taking mineral-rich herbs in capsule or tincture form.
Because minerals are rock-like, we need to break open cell walls to
get at them. Raw, fresh foods do not deliver minerals to our
bodies.
To extract minerals, we need heat, time, and generous quantities of
plant material. I prefer to extract minerals into water or vinegar.
To make a nourishing herbal infusion, I pour one quart/liter boiling
water over one ounce/30 grams of dried herb in a canning jar,
covering it tightly, and letting it brew overnight. In the morning,
I strain out the mineral-rich liquid and drink it -- over ice or heated,
with honey or milk, mixed with black tea, seasoned with mint, spiked
with rum, however you want it. You can drink the entire quart
in one day, but do finish it within two.
My favorite nourishing herbal infusions are made from oatstraw (Avena
sativa) or nettle (Urtica dioica) or red clover (Trifolium
pratense) or comfrey leaves (Symphytum uplandica x). I sometimes add
a little bit of aromatic herb such as peppermint (Mentha
pipperata), lemon balm (Melissa off.), or bergamot (Monarda didyma)
to change the flavor.
To extract minerals from fruits and vegetables, I cook them for long
periods of time, or until there is color and texture change,
evidence that the cell walls have been broken. Kale cooked for an hour
delivers far more mineral to your bones than lightly steamed
kale. Fresh juices contain virtually no minerals. Cooking maximizes
the nutrients available to us, especially the minerals.
Herbs Are Mineral Powerhouses
Eating a cup of cooked greens every day is difficult, even for the most
motivated woman. But drinking nourishing herbal infusions,
eating seaweeds, and using medicinal herbal vinegars is easy. They
are tasty, fun to prepare and use, and add a big nutritional plus
with virtually no calories attached. Nourishing herbs and garden weeds
are typically far richer in minerals than ordinary foodstuffs.
Not only are nourishing herbs exceptional sources of minerals, their
minerals are better at preventing bone breaks than supplements.
The ability of herbs to counter osteoporosis may be more complex than
their richness of minerals, however. The minerals in green
plants seem to be utilized more readily by the body and to be ideal
for keeping bones healthy. Dr. Campbell, professor of
Nutritional Biochemistry at Cornell University, has done extensive
research in rural China where the lowest known fracture rates for
midlife and older women were found. He says, "The closer people get
to a diet based on plant foods and leafy vegetables, the lower
the rates of many diseases, including osteoporosis."
In Summation
My own experiences in helping women regain and maintain bone density
and flexibility have led me to believe that life-style
modifications work exceptionally well for motivated women who wish
to avoid the risks and expense of long-term pill use.
Nourishing herbal infusions, mineral-rich herbal vinegars, yogurt,
and seaweed, combined with attention to tonification of the
muscles, unfailingly increases bone density and creates flexible, healthy
bones and women.
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8 Keys to Healthy Bones
1. Good nutrition for your mother while pregnant with you.
2. Good nutrition for you during the formation of your bones.
3. Monthly menses throughout your fertile years, especially before
30.
4. Special attention to maintaining high levels of protein, fat, minerals,
and vitamins from herbs and foods in your diet when menses
cease during pregnancy, lactation, or after menopause.
5. Regular rhythmical movement, the faster the better, daily.
6. Consistent practice of yoga, tai chi, or any strengthening, opening,
flexibility-building discipline.
7. Chop wood, carry water.
8. Eat yogurt.
Willa Cather America's first woman lawyer 1873 - 1947
Born on December 7, 1873, near Winchester, Virginia, Willa (originally
Wilella) Cather moved with her family to frontier Nebraska when she was 9
and lived in the village of Red Cloud from the age of 10. There she grew up
among the immigrants from Europe--Swedes, Bohemians, Russians,
Germans--who were breaking the land on the Great Plains.
As an adolescent,
she defied the norms for girls: she cut her hair short, wore
trousers, and openly rebelled against the roles girls were
supposed to play. In other words, your basic Tom Boy.
At the University of Nebraska she showed a marked talent for journalism
and story writing, and on graduating in 1895 she obtained a position on a
Pittsburgh "family" magazine. Later she worked as copy editor and music
and drama editor of the Pittsburgh Leader. She turned to teaching in 1901
and in 1903 published her first book of verses, April Twilights. In 1905 her
first collection of short stories, The Troll Garden, led to her appointment as
managing editor of McClure's, the New York muckraking monthly. After
building up its declining circulation, she left in 1912 to devote herself wholly
to writing novels.
She subsequently published her first five novels. These novels
announced her themes of strong women, the fight against
provincial life, and the dying of the pioneer tradition. This was the
period of O Pioneers (1913), Song of the Lark (1915), My Antonia
(1918), One of Ours (1922), and A Lost Lady (1922). She won
the Pulitzer Prize for "One of Ours".
After this prolific period, Cather entered a period of despair. It
was a time, she said, when the world broke apart. Recovering
from this difficult period, she wrote her greatest novels: The
Professor's House (1925), My Mortal Enemy (1926), Death Comes
for the Archbishop (1927), and "Shadows on the Rock" (1931).
These works are the best example of her classic and restrained
language and her lyrical evocation of nature.
Cather's first novel, Alexander's Bridge (1912), was a factitious story of
cosmopolitan life. Under the influence of Sarah Orne Jewett's regionalism,
however, she turned to her familiar Nebraska material. With O Pioneers!
(1913) and My Antonia (1918), which has frequently been adjudged her
finest achievement, she found her characteristic themes--the spirit and
courage of the frontier she had known in her youth. One of Ours (1922),
which won the Pulitzer Prize, and A Lost Lady (1923) mourned the passing
of the pioneer spirit.
In her earlier Song of the Lark (1915), as well as in the tales assembled in
Youth and the Bright Medusa (1920), with its story of a neurotic boy in
"Paul's Case," and Lucy Gayheart (1935), Cather reflected the other side
of her experience--the struggle of a talent to emerge from the constricting life
of the prairies and the stifling effects of small-town life.
A mature statement of both themes can be found in Obscure Destinies
(1932). With success and middle age, however, Cather experienced a
strong disillusionment, which was reflected in The Professor's House
(1925) and her essays Not Under Forty (1936).
Her solution was to write of the pioneer spirit of another age, that of the
French Catholic missionaries in the Southwest in Death Comes for the
Archbishop (1927) and of the French Canadians at Quebec in Shadows on
the Rock (1931). For the setting of her last novel, Sapphira and the Slave
Girl (1940), she used the Virginia of her ancestors and her childhood.
Cather died in New York, New York, on April 24, 1947.
THE ANGER ZONE By ShadyGrove
This begins a three part series on anger. Much has been written about anger, its causes, and
its management. I will offer some perspectives on anger dynamics, and coping with anger,
from both secular and spiritual arenas. I hope the information shared here will be useful to
you the reader. So lets just dive in:
Anger is a feeling. It is neither good nor bad. It is an emotion=energy in motion. It is a
feeling intrinsic to the human condition and experienced universally. It can fuel positive
action or negative action, be expressed outwardly or held internally. It can be denied or
accepted.
Anger is the mood people have the most trouble controlling. High levels of rage result in
"cognitive incapacitation", people can no longer think straight.
There are some myths about anger and its management. It is a myth that ventilating anger is
good. In the short run a person might feel better but this is not a long-term solution. Anger
tends to build on anger. Another myth is that angry people are solely the product of a bad
childhood or bad neighborhood. It is a myth that loving parents can keep any child from
growing up to be aggressive and violent. It is also a myth that anger is bad and wrong and
one should get rid of it. Remember the phrase? " The more you resist the more it will
persist".
The factors influencing a person's experience of anger, and their reaction or response to it
within themselves and others are:
Brain chemistry
Temperament
Beliefs and perceptions
Past experiences
Current situation
Stress of all sorts creates adrenocortical arousal, lowering the threshold for what provokes
anger. Learning how to manage stress lends itself to managing anger better as well.
THE TOP TEN ANGER PROVOKERS
1.Not getting our way. (We adults hate to admit this, but its true!)
2.Things not going the way we expected.
3.Things not going the way they "should".
4.Treated unfairly.
5.Caused harm to us.
6.Against our beliefs.
7.Misperception.
8.Taking it personal.
9.Feeling powerless.
10.Feeling insignificant.
The continuum of anger ranges from minor annoyance, irritation, and frustration to more
intense states of agitation, rage, and fury.
Learning to recognize and manage anger is like learning how to recognize and manage any
emotion. It starts with a willingness to learn the language of feelings and to take
responsibility for your own feelings. This means owning and accepting your feelings, the
good, bad and the ugly. When you own something, hopefully you will take care of it. And
learn to understand what a feeling is telling you about your wants and needs. From this
starting place you may be than able to create situations where your wants and needs will
more adequately be met in ways that don't harm you or others. You may also be willing to
stop feeling responsible for other people's feelings, as if you own them and must manage
them.
Many people haven't a large list of feeling words to describe their emotional experience. So
they will need to find a resource that gives many examples of feeling words. Here is a list of
feeling words for the continuum of anger:
Mean irritable irked infuriated indignant hateful hostile malicious
Vindictive provoked peeved bothered mad impatient
A feelings exercise I commonly give clients to practice when they can and that I learned in
my own therapy is to ask yourself these questions (usually in linear order and in writing):
1.What sensations am I experiencing in my body?
2.What am I feeling?
3.What/who is this feeling(s) about?
4.What am I wanting and/or needing?
5.Do I know how to get that, or do that?
6.If not, what do I need in order to know how to get what I want or need?
7.Who can help?
8.What am I willing to do to take care of me, right now?
Now taking this a step further and focusing on learning your anger process ask yourself
these questions?
1.Who are you likely to be with when you get angry?
2.Where are you likely to be when you get angry?
3.What are you likely to be doing when you get angry?
4.Which of the top anger provokers is triggered?(see above)
NOTE: This columns focus is psychological and emotional health/well being. Individual, couple, family and community concerns will be addressed here. I am a licensed lesbian feminist therapist. I am writing this column under an assumed nickname for your comfort and mine. The information and suggestions provided here should not be taken as a substitute for in person therapy with a trained clinician in your area. I offer here my perspective, knowledge, and experience to be taken, accepted or rejected as is.
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PA Dutch Recipes
For anyone fortunate enough to be passing through PA, the culinary experience is something you will never forget and want to repeat in your own kitchen.
For those who missed it, we are doing this one again! Summer is coming and this is a great treat at the end of a long hot day and for picnics, bar-b-ques and pool parties!
Funnel Cake
3 eggs
2 cups milk
4 cups flour
1/3 cup sugar
1 Tablespoon baking powder
Oil for frying
Beat eggs and add milk. Sift dry ingredients together and beat the egg-milk mixture into it.
Continue beating until batter is smooth. Let stand while you heat the oil to 375 degrees. You
need at least 3 or 4 inches of oil.
Batter can be poured into a small pitcher for easier handling. Use a funnel closed off at the
end by your finger. The funnel should have an opening of at least 1/2 inch and be able to hold around a cup of batter. Pour some batter into the funnel. Take your finger off the end and swirl
the batter in concentric circles into the hot oil. Fry until golden brown on both sides. Drain
on paper towels. Sprinkle with powdered sugar or cinnamon sugar, and serve hot. Or you can
serve them with maple syrup or a table molasses (like King syrup) for breakfast.
Shepherd's Pie PA Style
Real simple... Mix up some meatloaf any way you'd like. Mix up some real mashed potatoes. Now, place the meatloaf in the bottom of a large baking pan, a layer about 1" thick. Then a layer of mashed potatoes, add things like scallions and cheese here if you like. Then another layer of meatloaf and then top with a thin layer of mashed potatoes. Bake for approx. 35 minutes at 375 until the meatloaf is well cooked. Voila! Shepherd's pie, a whole meal in one dish!
STARS IN YOUR EYES! Astrological Forecasts for Uncommon Womyn and Others By CHAD HENRY, AFA, NCGR, AA, AAA, CIA
MAY ASTROLOGICAL OUTLOOK
HAPPINESS IS JUST A THING CALLED HAPPINESS OR WHAT HOUSE IS YOUR SUN IN?
A lot of us 21st Century folks are wandering around in a kind of haze, trying to figure out
who and what we are. It shouldn't be that difficult a process, yet there are so many
people out there who, like my mom used say, "are still trying to find themselves". Well,
most of us probably "found ourselves" sometime in our early teen years, but for those who
still need some direction find out which astrological house your Sun falls in. According
to astrologers, the House of your Sun is where you must go to find happiness and personal
development. You have to "do" your solar house to really operate on an authentic level.
For those who don't know exactly what time they were born, or don't have a copy
of their natal chart YET! you can get a rough idea of where your Sun falls by your
approximate time of birth. If your were born from:
Midnight to 2:00 AM 3rd house
2:00 to 4:00 AM 2nd house.
4:00 AM to 6:00 AM 1st house
6:00 AM to 8:00 AM 12th house
8:00 AM to 10:00 AM 11th house
10:00 AM to 12:00 PM 10th house
12:00 PM to 2:00 PM 9th house
2:00 PM to 4:00 PM 8th house
4:00 PM to 6:00 PM 7th house
6:00 PM to 8:00 PM 6th house
8:00 PM to 10:00 PM 5th house
10:00 PM to 11:59 PM 4th house
Sun in the 1st house: Develop athletic/physical skills, artistic gifts, leadership skills,
social skills, physical appearance. Maintain your independence, even in relationships. You
crave attention and approval make sure you develop skills to earn it!
Sun in the 2nd house: Develop your earning power, your stability, your own values.
Surround yourself with beauty and strength. Work with your hands. Build for the future. Give
full rein to your sensuality. But watch your spending.
Sun in the 3rd house: You love reading, writing, learning, and staying on the
move short trips, road trips, taking off to the beach for the weekend. Relationships with
siblings are important. Mental clarity is important. So is your neighborhood and local
environs.
Sun in the 4th house: Home is where your heart is. Dad is important. Gardening, real
estate, home improvement, traditions, emotional security and hidden treasure!
Sun in the 5th house: You need personal creative statement. Work (or play) in theatre,
with kids, in the entertainment industry, with sports, gambling, gaming. You may be the girl
who has a new love affair every five minutes but you've got a lot of love to spread
around, so what the hell? as Marilyn Monroe was fond of saying.
Sun in the 6th: You can thrive on giving service, being the organizational genius, a great
manager, the bean-counter. You might be a whiz at all kinds of healing massage, reiki,
jin shin jyutsu, western medicine any kind. Cooking comes naturally. You've got a
sharp mind and can put it to use anywhere that helps and supports others.
Sun in the 7th house: You learn and grow through close, committed relationships,
partnerships of all kinds, or dealing with the public. Sun here tends to put others
first don't neglect yourself, but it's through relationships that you grow.
Sun in the 8th house: You have a sharp, analytical, intuitive, deep mind. You'll
probably operate best behind the scenesâ€"as a mental health worker, psychologist,
counselor, money manager, in the funeral or hospice industry, dream interpreter,
psychic/occult worker, IRS or tax consultant, sex worker, estate sale organizer anything
to do with sex, death, personal transformation, the psyche, and the goods and money of
other people.
Sun in the 9th house: College professor or specialized teacher, travel agent or tour
leader, philosopher, religious/spiritual leader, publisher, equestrian worker, anything to do
with international affairs.
Sun in the 10th house: Career, career, career. This Sun placement is interested in
distinguishing herself professionally and in the public eye. Also, Mom is influential.
Sun in the 11th house: You thrive in groups classes, organizations, clubs, theatre
companies, humanitarian concerns, the occult and metaphysical, innovative technologies
and computer science.
Sun in the 12th house: You may be in the arts, the helping professions,
teaching whatever but you'll likely wind up working behind the scenes, even if you
start out in the spotlight. Directors, teachers, administrators this is often the placement
of the person who stays out of the direct spotlight but runs the show from off-stage can
be a rescuer.
# # #
For best results, you need to know your exact birth time! Birth cert is best. However, many
hospitals tend to round off the birth time to the nearest fifteen minute mark and
remember, your mom was probably on drugs at the time!--but a good astrologer has
techniques that will help you adjust your chart to within a minute or so of your correct time.
You can go to www.astro.com to get a free copy of your horoscope. If you don't know
your time, or don't have your birth certificate, you can go to www.stevenforrest.com.
You'll find a link there that will tell you how you can order your certificate online usually
for around $10 bucks. You'll need it anyway, when you apply for your passport, for that
Swiss skiing trek you're taking with Picabo Street next year.
# # #
Tra la, it's May, the lusty month of May! May poles, May baskets, May Day, and
I MAY have to kill you. Taurus still holds pride of place, but we're moving into
Gemini's domain toward the end of the month Venus, who rules Taurus, is
touchy-feely. Gemini has to think about it. We're still all struggling with that nasty
transiting Saturn-Pluto opposition, which many astrologers blame the 9/11 attacks on. This
infrequent transit is exact for the last time May 21st through May 28th, then it's out of our
hair, but I'm sure we'll continue to feel the effects for a while to come. The 20th of
the month is a really sweet day, with transiting Venus catching up with transiting
Jupiter wherever this happens in your chart, look for a rampant breakout of joy and
celebration and big lotto payoffs (literally or figuratively). Besides, dammit, May is just one
great month in most places in the countryâ€"so have a wonderful spring!
May New Moon May 12th in Taurus: start a garden or an IRA!
May Full Moon May 26th in Sagittarius: plan that trip to Paris!
ARIES
You've got money on your mind until the 20th (well, probably after the 20th, too). Sun
transiting the 2nd house sheds light on your income, your possessions and your love life!
Aries women have a kick-ass, go-for-it kind of energy anyway, which is great when
you’re working on improving your earning power it's your spending power
you’ve got to watch out for. That same impulsive drive that can make you a winner
financially can also burn a big hole in your pocket, soâ€"ease up on the plastic! The 20th
through the 28th is an exceptionally good time for home improvements, real estate
transactions, property and family matters. Love letters and May baskets may start out the
month, but you may wind up with some family responsibilities or tedious paperwork that
needs taking care ofâ€"don't let it get you down! Get out and dance all night on the
26th as the Full Moon eclipse brings all the wild women out of the woodwork!
TAURUS
You Taurus women so often have this killer charisma mainly because your sign is ruled
by Venus, the original Femme Fatale. And with Sun transiting your 1st house this month,
this is a great time to put a little shine on your image. It's likely you'll attract
attention anyhow, so it wouldn't hurt to wash your hair, brush your teeth, clean your
fingernails, and put on a clean flannel shirt. Sometimes, Taurus has a little trouble getting
motivated to work outâ€"the New Moon on the 12th would be a great time to start a little
fitness program don't knock yourself out, just start walking a mile a day and doing a
couple of push-ups! This is generally a good time to initiate new projects and get some
energy moving in your life. There's also a whole lot of emphasis on money this
month your own income (money seems to go out as fast as it comes in unless you put
on the brakes) and the Full Moon in the 8th house on the 26th encourages you to focus
on investments, jointly-owned properties and money, taxes, inheritances and, if
you've been thinking about it, it might be a good time to set up a few appointments
with a counselor or therapist it could be really productive right now.
GEMINI
The front part of the month, you're the Singing Nun. You may feel like you really need
your privacy and your down time. If you don't have a convent handy, you might find
yourself working or involved with institutionsâ€"hospitals, prisons, universities, libraries, the
military. In any case your multiple personalities need a vacation. Or you might find yourself
stuck behind the scenes, when you'd rather be center stage. Just the same, people
will probably find you pretty shiny this month. Venus and Mars transiting the 1st house of
personal appearance and personal projection add lots of appeal and energy and even
more than your usual gabbiness. You may feel social, brilliant, quicksilver; you'll also
have a touch of authority to your personality too. Keep your eyes open for financial
opportunities this month luck is running with you. But watch your back at work you
may get a big dose of inspiration (Hollywood calling!) or you may have some kind of
let-down in your career too. Gemini's aren't always the most independent penguin
in the flock this month is a good time to strike out on your own, set your own standards,
do your own thing, be your own boss. It can be scary, but it can be great!
CANCER
You Cancer types may find yourself working away on group activities at the front end of the
month. Even though you're a homebody at heart, you may find yourself volunteering for
a political candidate, taking a face-painting class with a bunch of 2nd grade teachers, or
planning a three-day hike with your OA group. In other ways, you may feel like hiding your
light under a bushel for a while you have your own private ideas about what you're
interested in this month including that cute little brunette who you wouldn't mind
meeting at some out of the way motel for the afternoon. Still, people will find you happy,
generous, easy-going, and willing to go out of your way for anybody who needs your help.
You've got your own brood to deal with, but there's lots of other stray cats who
need care and feeding too. After the 21st you'll find yourself more interested in taking
care of yourself, for a change and the Full Moon in the 6th house may bring some
important changes at work or who knows, maybe you're ready to start going to
massage school!
LEO
Well, Leo loves the spotlight any old time of year, but this month, the Sun is transiting your
10th house, top of the charts, maximum visibility, especially at work/career/public eye.
That's the good news. The bad news is, anything you do that you'd rather not have
people know about may come to light at this time so, keep your nose clean and your
matches dry! You're probably involved in a real social whirl of friends, group
connections, and fun stuff this month. Early in the month there are some very hot
opportunities for love and romance, but if you re not careful you might get let down
hard mid-month. Some girls are just heartless! This could be the beginning of a very
intense and deep relationship though. Also, watch it you don’t spend yourself into
further credit card debt this month you've got your pride, you like to look good, and
you like nice things but we like you for yourself! You've got an inner fire that does
just fine without a lot of costumes and props!
VIRGO
Virgo's always high-minded anyway, but this month you may find yourself searching for
the Meaning of Life in a big way. Philosophy, religion, spiritual pursuits of all kinds are
highlighted in your life. Touch you! If you're thinking about going back to college, as a
student or a teacher, this is the month to get your ducks in a row. You may find yourself
dealing with the classics or literature in some way or publishing your own work. You may
start feeling pretty restless in your little Virgo rut and decide you want to run away to the
south of France or the isles of Greece for a few weeks do it! And cautious as you may
be about relationships, if you meet a mysterious stranger from some faraway place who
wants to flang you upon the chaise longue and plant a kiss on your virginal lips, well I'd
go ahead and let'em. Career wise, there could be quite a lot happening for you this
month or TO you and there's a lot of good cosmic support for you for networking
and getting ahead through friends and groupsâ€"and DO go to your meetings or group
functions there's a really good chance Ms. Right might be there, or at least that you
might meet a good babysitter for little Dylan or Jade.
LIBRA
The Sun is transiting your 8th house this month NOT your favorite area, unless you have
a whole lotta Scorpio in your chart. The 8th house is a behind the scenes kind of
placement great for counselors, therapists, and financial planners and
"escorts" but it can also stick you with a bunch of responsibilities taking care of both you
and your girlfriend's beeswax like, she's out of town for two months on
business, and YOU have to sell the house, pack the boxes, and organize the move across
country that's coming up. Or maybe just do her taxes and yours, because she was too
busy to do it herself in time for the 15th. Or your aging grandmother passed on to the great
Miami in the Sky and you're the executor. However, luckily for you, you also may
attract opportunities to travel, deal with higher education, publishing, the humanities, or
spiritual work. After May 21st, you'll be out from behind the 8-ball and out in the public
eye, where you feel more YOU. Travel, join a folk dance club or a meditation group, take a
really really good art class, or get back to work on your PhD. And remember, Libra's
job is to spread peace and happiness and beauty all OVER the place.
SCORPIO
Tuck in your stinger, Scorpio, you're working on your relationships this month your
close committed one(s), any legal partnerships, public relations, and, yes, enemies and
adversaries, and don’t tell me you don't know about that. If you're having any
kind of personal struggles with a person or people, well, pick your battles. You can't
fight'em all, you can't win'em all, and that's important for Scorpios to
understand. There may also be a lot of focus this month on any joint property or money you
have with a partner a kind of "stop-go" energy where you're attracting a lot of
energy around money and joint holdings, but also having to DEAL with these
things taxes, insurance, inheritances or estates, your therapist, your sex life, and issues
around possessiveness or secretiveness. Your Santa Claus planet is in the 9th house of
overseas travel, international affairs, higher education, and spiritual growth. You Scorpios
can fly pretty high once you’ve learned to avoid the kinds of emotional traps that seem
to plague you in life. So what if they all think you're a motorcycle black madonna
two-wheeled gypsy queen you and I know you’re really a sweetheart!
SAGITTARIUS
Well, the front end of the month looks like you're right where you don't like to be all
that much at work! You're not usually the type that loves routine, the groove, the
grind, the grindstone. You'd much rather have lots of variety, excitement, travel,
movement, and fun! But, you're also pretty resourceful you can make work fun for
yourself with travel posters, lots of interesting books and magazines, booze, your own little
shrine to whatever goddess speaks to you, your correspondence course in equine
massage however, you'll probably have to discipline yourself to stick to your routine
and get things in on time, on schedule, and under budget. Later in the month, things lighten
up at work, and you get out and about more. Things may get interesting at home with your
loved one(s)â€"focus later in the month is on partners and public relations. The big bad
Full Moon eclipse on the 26th is kinda near your natal Sun the next couple of months
may bring some exciting and unexpected developments!
CAPRICORN
Hey, Cap get out from behind that desk, that cell phone, that Day Runner and find
some time to play this month! I know you take yourself and your responsibilities (AND your
ambitions) pretty seriously, but all work and no play makes Jackie a dull girl! True, matters
at work this month will be pressing, and you may have your share of fires to put out on the
job, but please PLEASE go dancing, go to the casino, take the kids to
Disneyland something, ANYthing. And don’t forget this little-known
fact Capricorns are passionate, ardent, fervent, and abandoned when it comes to
S-E-X, so make this your month to get a bunch! Later on this month, work will probably
catch up with you, so gather ye roses while ye may. This is a good period of time to
concentrate on partnerships and public relations but watch your dollars and cents this
month some financial proposals or possibilities might be all smoke and mirrors a
promised raise might be delayed, or you might be uncharacteristically tempted to give all
your belongings to the poor and hit the open road with your shaved head and your begging
bowl would advise against it.
AQUARIUS
O Mighty Waterbeareress you're probably flying a little below the radar this month.
Lots of little things to take care of contracts to sign, papers to find and file, a brother or
sister to bail out, relatives coming to crash on the couch, a neighborhood watch committee
to deal with. Overall, though you’re the type that likes to keep on the move and free as
a bird, this month looks like taking care of business on the home front. Home feels cozy
and comfy, but with your Gyro Gearloose kookiness, you can stir up trouble if you're
not careful so take some extra care with keeping things happy on the home front try
to act normal for once. Later on during the month, you might be inspired to move, or to
sink some money into home improvements or redecorating. Things are probably going
pretty smoothly at work, and later in the month be sure to get out and join your Age of
Aquarius pals in some group dynamics. You’ll be glad you did after being such a
homebody all month.
PISCES
You'll be joining your Aquarian pals in dealing with bills, paperwork, contracts, and so
on this month. At the very front end of the month you may be tempted to spend a little more
money than your mother thinks is wise, and you may be spending some time balancing
your checkbook later on. All that detail stuff that drives you nuts you'd rather be off
sliding down a moonbeam somewhere. You may be fairly low-profile all month,
concentrating on the house, the yard, the neighborhood, your Aunt from Hoboken. You
definitely need to get out and have a little fun when you can it's probably still too
cold for pool n patio parties, but there's always the Aquasize class. Look for
things to get a little intense in the career department possible power struggles, aNOther
thing you just love, not, but use your intuition to snoop around at work and see what's
up. There may be some changes coming in the next couple of months. Since you probably
don't have enough to do, why don't you send somebody a secret love letter this
month? Or a NOT so secret love letter? You may get a really GOOD reply!
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Just Ask Jacki.... The column for people who want answers, even though they ask no questions
So...all of you obviously think you already know everything, as I don't seem to get any questions. Well,
I've got news for you....that won't stop me. Nope. I'm here anyway.
Spring is here. Anybody notice? Well, at least Spring is here where I live. I don't know about
everywhere else, though I probably shouldn't admit that, as it could put a real crimp in my reputation for
knowing everything about everything.
I've been planting. Now, that doesn't mean I like to plant. No, not at all. As a matter of fact, I
practically hate to plant. Planting insures that dirt will get on me and I abhor dirt. Wear gloves, you say?
No way! That would imply that I might be a sissy planter and I could not live with that! So, hate it as I
do, I nevertheless, get out there, under loud protest, and dig around and shove things into the ground or
into pots until anyone lucky enough to be with me finally gets a gutful of my complaining and I am
released to do other, much cleaner, not to mention, bug-free things. I hate bugs. Ewwww. Bugs. Yuk.
This is how I do my own Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary thing.
I refuse to read directions on what to plant, where to plant it, when to plant it, what will happen if I
plant it, anything like that. Just decide I might like it, believe that it will be trouble free, easy to care for
(as in...plant and forget) and I dump seeds into the ground or dig holes and throw something in them,
and step back, clean my hands and hope for the best. I have as good a chance for that to work as any.
As a matter of fact, I live with someone who reads all the directions, studies everything and then follows
none of it, either. My stuff grows as well as hers and with a lot less work. She waters, fertilizes, weeds,
sweats, grovels in the dirt. I ignore everything, figure if it needs water, rain will happen, honor weeds
right to live, believe fertilizer is just plain old sh*t anyway.
I must have some sort of magic touch. Everything grows. Well, until the Pruning Fairy chops it all down.
I have decided that my partner grows things only so she can cut them all down. I don't understand that.
I grow things for one of two reasons.....either to cover up the dirt or so that I can eat whatever grows. I
am careful not to grow things which might be poisonous. That's important, though, I probably wouldn't
ever have a chance to get poisoned as you-know-who would have pruned it to the ground way before
harvest time. SHE says...you gotta prune it to make it grow. I say..you gotta let it grow first, for
crissakes before you chop it off at ground level. I have yet to win this argument. (or is that arguement?)
Once, I had a Wandering Jew growing in a pot in the house and it refused to grow, so I tossed it out
the door. Three months later, I had Wandering Jew wandering everywhere. Luck you say? Humph!
Innate gardening charm, I say.THIS year, no one believes it, but I am going to prove that you can grow
under-the-ground food in pots. (I have very limited garden space and I am very creative) Last year, I
had to grow beans in the median in the parking lot, but this year SOMEBODY is growing something
weird..flowers...there, so I have been forced to plant my edible items in pots. It WILL work. I have
every faith that it will. I am only temporarily the laughingstock of the neighborhood. However, I am
making a list of people who will NOT be invited to the feast come Fall. Creative...yes. Forgiving...no.
Don't forget that.
You know the best stuff to grow? Anything that comes in a little package that says....Drought resistant,
full sun or total shade, stuff like that. No, I am NOT kidding. Think about it. Doesn't that just
scream...Throw me in the ground and forget about me and prepare thyself for a miracle? Well, it does
to me. And it's MY garden, not yours, and I didn't ask you anyway, did I?
How do you pronounce P-E-O-N-Y? Is it PE-ony or is it pe-ON-y? Ok, ok, THIS time, I AM
asking you. And there's money riding on the answer. MINE.
How come I'm askin' all the questions here? That's YOUR job. My job is to answer questions.
Something is wrong with this picture. Possibly, I have not had enough sleep. Well, THAT's certainly
understandable. The neighbors upstairs are into day 6,432 of some sort of non-stop clomping
marathon. I think they have platform shoes for feet. If I could, I'd walk on the ceiling day and night and
day and night and day and night, just so they could enjoy the same background noise as I do.
Oops. Sorry. Off subject. Silly me.
Ok, so what is this column about anyway, you ask? It's about garlic. HA! You can't grow garlic in
pots! Wanna bet? Come see me this Fall and we shall see about THAT!
Next month, should you decide to return. Or is that...should you decide to accept it? Wasn't that a line
in some old TV show? YES! Mission Impossible. "Your mission, should you decide to accept, is...."
Wasn't that it? Sure it was. Everybody needs a mission, don't you think?
What was I talking about?
Tell you what....just forget it. I don't have to make sense. I don't have to sound intelligent. All I have to
do is write until I get tired.
Ah, some days are better than others, aren't they?
Well, chickies, I'll tell you what. I think we'll call this quits right here.
Remember........without me, you remain clueless...without you, I make relatively little sense.
So....send in your questions. It doesn't matter what they are about because my answers won't make
any sense anyway.
And that's the way it's supposed to be. I think. Maybe not. Try me.
"Til next month....or whenever I feel like it again.
I have to tell you this. Well, I feel compelled to tell somebody, and as long as you're still reading,
it might as well be you, right? (oh, my loyal fans)
I used "spellcheck" and one of the choices it gave me to correct "crissakes" was...get
this...."dressmakers". Now, tell me, is it any wonder that I never make any sense?
"Dressmakers". Give me a break.
That Night
Time stood still
And my world
(As I knew it)
Faded into oblivion.
All of a sudden
The pieces to the puzzle fit
And all those happenings
That one can never make sense of
Made sense.
The stars were brighter that night
The air charged with an energy
And an intensity
That couldn't be dismissed.
That night
I fell in love with you
And my journey finally made sense.
The Beginning
Speak with me
honestly and openly
and watch my hesitation disappear
Touch me
softly and gently
and as I share myself with you
we'll celebrate the beginning of us.
Footsteps
I'm just beginning to walk
at least that's how it feels
when it comes to loving you.
I feel secure
about the first couple of steps,
it's only when I look at that long distance ahead
that I sometimes feel a tinge of anxiety.
Yet each day
through your love
through your touch
through who you are to me
the steps become easier
and the distance through a lifetime with you
is becoming a reality.
Realization
Dawn breaking over waves,
damn, I've been walking the beach all night
(maybe all year).
With exhausted emotions
and Van Gogh skies disappearing
I realize I love you
I miss you
and I need to collapse in the warm gentleness of you
that completes me.
copyright Q 2002
Rose
I picked a rose for her last Spring
And penetrated into her flowergarden
One lukewarm night in May
Where I planted the delicious charm
To perpetuate the sweet perfume's bliss
And allow the forebear of my buoyant heart
To revel in the mirth of her fragrant blossom.
Scarlet saluting soul and senses
Into the Summer skies above,
Floating wafts of delicate odour into September,
Seraphic lure for the Heavens to remember
Withering petals, mnemonic of our Love
Near her wanton garden fences.
In November I wore her rose on my bosom,
Of my ailing heart the silent guard,
Melancholy reflection of the foresaken kiss.
In lonely winter nights my chest felt warm
With rosy dreams of yesterday,
Beyond eternity the mirthful warden
Through the soft caress of her angelic wing.
Copyright Jessica Feiereisen 2001
Golden Star and Crystal Angel
Stella decided on a gift for Christmas
The day she was sitting in her parents' living room
In a rainbow coloured shirt, with a glass of orange juice in her right
hand.
Her mother appreciated the roses very much,
Though she thought the colour combination somewhat peculiar.
Her father, who had a soft spot for Christmas time nostalgia,
Tried to argue for just another week,
In vain,
So she helped him wrap up the creche and crystal angel.
With an indulgent smile on her lips, Stella's mother watched the old
man
Tear down the tree in grumbling vapours
And carry the cardboard boxes to the attic
In mirthful anticipation of November
When the golden star and crystal angel would float again on wafts of
merriment
Through the seasonally platonic living room.
On the last day of February, Stella went out to buy her own crystal
Angel
But kept the gift a secret.
I discovered in July,
Told my parents in September,
We named her for Thanks Giving
And I remember
Perfectly
The day she told her father
Who sliced the turkey
In enchanted revery.
Strands of coal black hair shone golden,
Unraveled over her shoulders with the passing months.
I drifted into outer space the day I felt her kicking,
Crystal Angel, waiting to join our galaxy.
They called me auntie in the specialised clothes departments,
Celeste recalled her shopping with Calliste, told me not to worry,
And we chased the ghosts in rainbow costumes for Halloween.
The first night in December
I hitched the golden Star onto the fragrant tree,
Unpacked the crystal Angel for the coronation
Of the noble occasion.
Pluto, wagging, attacked the gleaming tree on Christmas Eve,
Sent the golden Star flying through thin air
In outer space somewhere
Above our bedroom door,
Shattering on the cold kitchen floor.
I watched the new day rise through her window
In the maternity ward of a jewish hospital,
Tried to be her anchor,
In vain,
For I saw in pain
The dawning morning chasing nocturnal bodies into oblivion.
Crystal Angel, drifting above our heads
Had seen her golden Star in shatters,
Soaring vaguely in her parents' living room
Was afraid the descend a fosterchild to barren reveries,