Monday, May 11, 2015

Goddesses in the Dust: Mothering Ourselves

Unearthing the divine feminine, one archetype at a time...
My mom holding me outside our apartment in Torino, Italy

Yesterday was Mother's Day. My kids sent me greetings which made me feel very special and loved. My own mom has been gone now for over 20 years, but that doesn't mean I don't still miss her, especially on a day like this. But recently I've been encouraged to focus on mothering myself. Maybe we all didn't get what we wanted as kids, maybe our mothers weren't the most demonstrative. After all, it was the 50s. Helicopter parents were unheard of, as were seat belts, cell phones and soccer moms. Today's parents are all over their kids and back when I was growing up, you were pretty much on your own. 

Don't get me wrong. I love my mom, and know she did her best for me. But no matter how much mothering you got, it's still important to learn how to mother ourselves. Some psychologists use the term inner child, and that works for me. So when your own kids grow up and leave home, your little inner kid can use your attention. Put your mothering instincts to use there and embrace the child within. We could all use a hug.

Monday, May 4, 2015

Postcards from the Underworld: Athenian Street Saxaphonist

Street Musician
Near Aghia Eirni Square, Athens
Late summer 2014

Monday, April 27, 2015

Goddesses in the Dust: Can We Move to Italy?

Unearthing the divine feminine, one archetype at a time...

I recently heard this song for the first time, and the throaty, evocative voice of the singer, Julia Fordham, brought back the sounds of Joni Mitchell. While Greece may be my foreign country of choice, Italy is not far behind. With its goddess-worthy landscape, Julia's song has me yearning for the delights of this beautiful place and brings back memories of recent journeys.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Postcards from the Underworld: Smokin' Hot Babe

Old cigarette advertisement, seen on a kafeneion wall
Anogi, Ithaka
July 2014

Monday, April 13, 2015

Goddesses in the Dust: Kalliope and the Final Push

Unearthing the divine feminine, one archetype at a time...

As one of the nine ancient muses, Kalliope is the inspiration of epic poets and she is always portrayed holding a writing tablet. Now I may not be writing epic poetry, but I am writing a book, and as I head into a June 1st deadline, it sometimes feels like an epic push. 

At a reunion last year, I returned to my high school only to see this neon sign emblazoned on the exterior wall

Somehow, this simple, yet straightforward message speaks to me. When I'm feeling tired or uninspired, I sit down at my desk and begin pounding out the words anyway. Sooner or later, ideas begin to gel when you least  expect them and I file another chapter away. As my former neighbor and late Poet Laureate Howard Nemerov used to say, "I don't wait for the muse to inspire me. I just start writing and hope she will catch up."

Good advice, both Howard and high school. Wish me luck as I zero in on this deadline --- that is, if you can find me behind a mountain of books and papers...