joined on 10/05/04
last updated 07/18/08
my little babe is nearly 3 1/2 months young!
Puella Eterna '05 (for Liberty)
what can i say without creating a border, a boundary, a fence to divide.........i am at any moment precisely what the moment calls for
January 6, 2007
sweet sister, darling mama, you are an inspiration, a dream. i look forward to one day sipping tea with you as our love babies play. mwah!
January 15, 2006
She seems to be a queen of estetic and and a person come out from a Huxley book,her liberty is absolutely astonishing in a world where all are under a political conditioning.She's something apart and very mature socially speaking without any loss about her younghood plenty lived in the manifestation of her own generation.
October 5, 2004
From the moment I met her voraciously hungry for life eyes, I knew this star was a shiner! She's wickedly intelligent, and her poetry is at times, beyond my understanding, but it's subtlety that tends to indicate the brightest signs of intel. She's a true Rock-Star-Goddess with a heart and soul that any being would be pleased to meet. She's a true endurer of a unified and integrated essence, and I know, that she's going to keep mutating ever more beautifully with every thought, intention, and breath. A super powerful woman that has light to shed on almost everyone she comes in contact with. She's a mix between a neutron star and a black hole, in that, she emmits radiance, while at the same time, letting everything in her vicinity come to her. A true two-way channeler of sorts..... I strongly recommend getting to know her, in any meaningful context in which life allows.
! Sexiest Smile !
(☯) Poetries of the Realities (☯)
+ FIXED AXIS +
The earth laughs in flowers ~e e cummings
Fri, July 18, 2008 - 2:33 PM
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
Fri, February 15, 2008 - 7:20 AM
Wed, February 6, 2008 - 2:29 AM
YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car)
2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
3. YOUR “FLY GIRL” NAME: (first initial of first name, first syllable of your last name?)
4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your f...
Mon, February 4, 2008 - 7:00 AM
Court Rules: Parent's Religious Choice Can Trump Child's Rights
By Jake Aryeh Marcus
Evading answering the question of whether the forced circumcision of a 12-year-old boy is harmful or raises constitutional issues at the federal or state levels, the Oregon Supreme Court, on January 25, 2008, ruled that:
"[A]lthough circumcision is an invasive medical procedure that results in permanent physical alteration of a body part and has attendant medical risks, the decision to have a male chi...
Wed, January 2, 2008 - 12:30 PM
Ok So I will officially be Unschooling, but I loved this....*puella
(From Secular Homeschooling Magazine, Issue #1)
1 Please stop asking us if it's legal. If it is — and it is — it's
insulting to imply that we're criminals. And if we were criminals,
would we admit it?
2 Learn what the words "socialize" and "socialization" mean, and use
the one you really mean instead of mixing them up the way you do
now. Socializing means hanging out with other people for fun.
Socialization means having acquired the skills necessary to do so
successfully and pleasantly. If you're talking to me and my kids,
that means that we do in fact go outside now and then to visit the
other human beings on the planet, and you can safely assume that
we've got a decent grasp of both concepts.
3 Quit interrupting my kid at her dance lesson, scout meeting, choir
practice, baseball game, art class, field trip, park day, music
class, 4H club, or soccer lesson to ask her if as a homeschooler she
ever gets to socialize.
4 Don't assume that every homeschooler you meet is homeschooling for
the same reasons and in the same way as that one homeschooler you
5 If that homeschooler you know is actually someone you saw on TV,
either on the news or on a "reality" show, the above goes double.
6 Please stop telling us horror stories about the homeschoolers you
know, know of, or think you might know who ruined their lives by
homeschooling. You're probably the same little bluebird of happiness
whose hobby is running up to pregnant women and inducing premature
labor by telling them every ghastly birth story you've ever heard.
We all hate you, so please go away.
7 We don't look horrified and start quizzing your kids when we hear
they're in public school. Please stop drilling our children like
potential oil fields to see if we're doing what you consider an
adequate job of homeschooling.
8 Stop assuming all homeschoolers are religious.
9 Stop assuming that if we're religious, we must be homeschooling
for religious reasons.
10 We didn't go through all the reading, learning, thinking,
weighing of options, experimenting, and worrying that goes into
homeschooling just to annoy you. Really. This was a deeply personal
decision, tailored to the specifics of our family. Stop taking the
bare fact of our being homeschoolers as either an affront or a
judgment about your own educational decisions.
11 Please stop questioning my competency and demanding to see my
credentials. I didn't have to complete a course in catering to
successfully cook dinner for my family; I don't need a degree in
teaching to educate my children. If spending at least twelve years
in the kind of chew-it-up-and- spit-it-out educational facility we
call public school left me with so little information in my memory
banks that I can't teach the basics of an elementary education to my
nearest and dearest, maybe there's a reason I'm so reluctant to send
my child to school.
12 If my kid's only six and you ask me with a straight face how I
can possibly teach him what he'd learn in school, please understand
that you're calling me an idiot. Don't act shocked if I decide to
respond in kind.
13 Stop assuming that because the word "home" is right there
in "homeschool, " we never leave the house. We're the ones who go to
the amusement parks, museums, and zoos in the middle of the week and
in the off-season and laugh at you because you have to go on
weekends and holidays when it's crowded and icky.
14 Stop assuming that because the word "school" is right there in
homeschool, we must sit around at a desk for six or eight hours
every day, just like your kid does. Even if we're into the "school"
side of education — and many of us prefer a more organic approach —
we can burn through a lot of material a lot more efficiently,
because we don't have to gear our lessons to the lowest common
15 Stop asking, "But what about the Prom?" Even if the idea that my
kid might not be able to indulge in a night of over-hyped, over-
priced revelry was enough to break my heart, plenty of kids who do
go to school don't get to go to the Prom. For all you know, I'm one
of them. I might still be bitter about it. So go be shallow
16 Don't ask my kid if she wouldn't rather go to school unless you
don't mind if I ask your kid if he wouldn't rather stay home and get
some sleep now and then.
17 Stop saying, "Oh, I could never homeschool!" Even if you think
it's some kind of compliment, it sounds more like you're horrified.
One of these days, I won't bother disagreeing with you any more.
18 If you can remember anything from chemistry or calculus class,
you're allowed to ask how we'll teach these subjects to our kids. If
you can't, thank you for the reassurance that we couldn't possibly
do a worse job than your teachers did, and might even do a better
19 Stop asking about how hard it must be to be my child's teacher as
well as her parent. I don't see much difference between bossing my
kid around academically and bossing him around the way I do about
20 Stop saying that my kid is shy, outgoing, aggressive, anxious,
quiet, boisterous, argumentative, pouty, fidgety, chatty, whiny, or
loud because he's homeschooled. It's not fair that all the kids who
go to school can be as annoying as they want to without being
branded as representative of anything but childhood.
21 Quit assuming that my kid must be some kind of prodigy because
22 Quit assuming that I must be some kind of prodigy because I
homeschool my kids.
23 Quit assuming that I must be some kind of saint because I
homeschool my kids.
24 Stop talking about all the great childhood memories my kids won't
get because they don't go to school, unless you want me to start
asking about all the not-so-great childhood memories you have
because you went to school.
25 Here's a thought: If you can't say something nice about
homeschooling, shut up!
my brother and his lil daughter
by Jan Hunt M.SC.
1. We expect children to be able to do things before they are ready.
We ask an infant to keep quiet. We ask a 2-year-old to sit still. We ask a 4-year-old to clean his room. In all of these situations, we are being unrealistic. We are setting ourselves up for disappointment and setting up the child for repeated failures to please us. Yet many parents ask their young children to do things that even an older child would find difficult. In short, we ask children to stop acting their age.
2. We become angry when a child fails to meet our needs.
A child can only do what he can do. If a child cannot do something we ask, it is unfair and unrealistic to expect or demand more, and anger only makes things worse. A 2-year-old can only act like a 2-year-old, a 5-year-old cannot act like a 10-year-old, and a 10-year-old cannot act like an adult. To expect more is unrealistic and unhelpful. There are limits to what a child can manage, and if we don't accept those limits, it can only result in frustration on both sides.
3. We mistrust the child's motives.
If a child cannot meet our needs, we assume that he is being defiant, instead of looking closely at the situation from the child's point of view, so we can determine the truth of the matter. In reality, a "defiant" child may be ill, tired, hungry, in pain, responding to an emotional or physical hurt, or struggling with a hidden cause such as food allergy. Yet we seem to overlook these possibilities in favor of thinking the worst about the child's "personality".
4. We don't allow children to be children.
We somehow forget what it was like to be a child ourselves, and expect the child to act like an adult instead of acting his age. A healthy child will be rambunctious, noisy, emotionally expressive, and will have a short attention span. All of these "problems" are not problems at all, but are in fact normal qualities of a normal child. Rather, it is our society and our society's expectations of perfect behavior that are abnormal.
5. We get it backwards.
We expect, and demand, that the child meet our needs - for quiet, for uninterrupted sleep, for obedience to our wishes, and so on. Instead of accepting our parental role to meet the child's needs, we expect the child to care for ours. We can become so focussed on our own unmet needs and frustrations that we forget this is a child, who has needs of his own.
6. We blame and criticize when a child makes a mistake.
Yet children have had very little experience in life, and they will inevitably make mistakes. Mistakes are a natural part of learning at any age. Instead of understanding and helping the child, we blame him, as though he should be able to learn everything perfectly the first time. To err is human; to err in childhood is human and unavoidable. Yet we react to each mistake, infraction of a rule, or misbehavior with surprise and disappointment. It makes no sense to understand that a child will make mistakes, and then to react as though we think the child should behave perfectly at all times.
7. We forget how deeply blame and criticism can hurt a child.
Many parents are coming to understand that physically hurting a child is wrong and harmful, yet many of us forget how painful angry words, insults, and blame can be to a child who can only believe that he is at fault.
8. We forget how healing loving actions can be.
We fall into vicious cycles of blame and misbehavior, instead of stopping to give the child love, reassurance, self-esteem, and security with hugs and kind words.
9. We forget that our behavior provides the most potent lessons to the child.
It is truly "not what we say but what we do" that the child takes to heart. A parent who hits a child for hitting, telling him that hitting is wrong, is in fact teaching that hitting is right, at least for those in power. It is the parent who responds to problems with peaceful solutions who is teaching his child how to be a peaceful adult. So-called problems present our best opportunity for teaching values, because children learn best when they are learning about real things in real life.
10. We see only the outward behavior, not the love and good intentions inside the child.
When a child's behavior disappoints us, we should, more than anything else we do, "assume the best". We should assume that the child means well and is only behaving as well as possible considering all the circumstances (both obvious and hidden from us), together with his level of experience in life. If we always assume the best about our child, the child will be free to do his best. If we give only love, love is all we will receive.
by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
What kind of wilderness
takes bread and milk
from a blue willow saucer?
A wilderness that trains you
to a feverish faith.
You feed it ceaselessly,
under a type of persuasion
a child’s book might call a spell:
how invisible the walls are
Now say it’s nothing
but another’s body–approximate
to your own, but foreign.
The body must accompany you
everywhere you go. Now tell it something:
it doesn’t listen. It hasn’t the restraint
to live inside that cultivated space
speech makes. Feed it
from your finger,
a waterdrop with salt dissolved.
This provision is intimate, fiduciary.
Language is intent on entering
its hidden garden.
You ask this hunger for a name.
It sends you looking for one
tumbling on the ground, across the night-
grass into bushes.
Oisin loves to perform and pose for the camera...must be his Leo Ascendent...
Midwife Archives from Gentlebirth.org
A brilliant resource for anyone looking for information on almost any part of pregnancy and birth....
So much good information and plenty of links for mothers and mothers to be
Dr.Mercolas website, brilliant links and information and articles. I could spend hours looking thru stuff on this site
another great resource for moms to be
Radical Midwives Archives
Archives for various topics pertaining to birth and pregnancy
Support I-dra and her beautiful baby carriers!
lots of info on how to make your own baby slings
tips and instructions for wearing various types of babycarriers
Ten Reasons to Wear your Baby
by Laura Simeon, MA, MLIS
1. Wearing a baby is convenient.
When we carry a baby in a sling, we can walk around freely and not have to worry about negotiating steps, crowds or narrow aisles with a stroller. Plastic "baby buckets" and removable car seats are heavy and awkward for parents, babies often look uncomfortable, and they are kept at knee level. A sling can block out excess stimuli when breastfeeding a distractible baby, and it allows for discreet nursing in public places. A sling can also double as a changing pad, blanket, or cushion when away from home. I’ve found my sling especially handy when negotiating busy airports with a small child and several bags!
2. Wearing a baby promotes physical development.
When a baby rides in a sling attached to his mother, he is in tune with the rhythm of her breathing, the sound of her heartbeat, and the movements his mother makes – walking, bending, and reaching. This stimulation helps him to regulate his own physical responses, and exercises his vestibular system, which controls balance. The sling is in essence a "transitional womb" for the new baby, who has not yet learned to control his bodily functions and movements. Research has shown that premature babies who are touched and held gain weight faster and are healthier than babies who are not1. Mechanical swings and other holding devices do not provide these same benefits.
3. Babies worn in slings are happier.
Studies have shown that the more babies are held, the less they cry and fuss2. In indigenous cultures where baby-wearing is the norm, babies often cry for only a few minutes a day – in contrast to Western babies, who often cry for hours each day. Crying is exhausting for both the baby and his parents, and may cause long-term damage as the baby’s developing brain is continually flooded with stress hormones.3 Babies who do not need to spend their energy on crying are calmly observing and actively learning about their environment. Baby-wearing is especially useful for colicky or "high need" babies, who are far happier being worn, but placid, content babies and children will also benefit greatly from the warmth and security of being held close.
4. Baby-wearing is healthy for you!
It can be challenging for new mothers to find time to exercise, but if you carry your baby around with you most of the day or go for a brisk walk with your baby in her sling, you will enjoy the dual benefits of walking and "weightlifting". A long walk in the sling is also an excellent way to help a tired but over-stimulated child fall asleep.
5. Toddlers appreciate the security of the sling.
Slings are usually associated with infants, but they can be very useful for toddlers as well; most slings accommodate children up to 35 or 40 pounds. The world can be a scary place for toddlers, who feel more confident when they can retreat to the security of the sling when they need to do so. Toddlers often become over-stimulated, and a ride in the sling helps to soothe and comfort them before (or after!) a "melt-down" occurs. It can be very helpful in places like the zoo, aquarium, or museum, where a small child in a stroller would miss many of the exhibits.
6. Baby-wearing helps you and your baby to communicate with each other.
The more confidence we have in our parenting, the more we can relax and enjoy our children. A large part of feeling confident as a parent is the ability to read our baby’s cues successfully. When we hold our baby close in a sling, we become finely attuned to his gestures and facial expressions. Many baby-wearing parents report that they have never learned to distinguish their baby’s cries – because their babies are able to communicate effectively without crying! Every time a baby is able to let us know that she is hungry, bored or wet without having to cry, her trust in us is increased, her learning is enhanced, and our own confidence is reinforced. This cycle of positive interaction enhances the mutual attachment between parent and child, and makes life more enjoyable for everyone.
7. Slings are a bonding tool for fathers, grandparents, and other caregivers.
Slings are a useful tool for every adult in a baby’s life. It makes me smile when I see a new father going for a walk with his baby in a sling. The baby is becoming used to his voice, heartbeat, movements and facial expressions, and the two are forging a strong attachment of their own. Fathers don’t have the automatic head-start on bonding that comes with gestation, but that doesn’t mean they can’t make up for this once their baby is born. The same goes for babysitters, grandparents and all other caregivers. Cuddling up close in the sling is a wonderful way to get to know the baby in your life, and for the baby to get to know you!
8. Slings are a safe place for a child to be.
Instead of running loose in crowded or dangerous places, a child in a sling is held safe and secure right next to your body. Slings also provide emotional safety when needed, so that children can venture into the world and become independent at their own pace.
9. Slings are economical.
Slings cost far less than strollers, front-carriers or backpacks. Many mothers consider the sling to be one of their most useful and economical possessions. Inexpensive used slings can be found in consignment and thrift stores, and new ones can be bought for about $25 -$50 (U.S.) - not bad for an item many parents use daily for two years or more! A sling can also be sewn for the price of a length of cotton, some rings and batting; sling patterns are available.
10. Baby-wearing is fun.
Who doesn’t love to cuddle a precious little baby? And when your baby is older, having her in the sling makes conversations easier and allows you to observe her reactions to the wonders of the world around her. It’s also fun for baby, because when she is up at eye level, other adults notice and interact with her more. Your child will feel more a part of your life when she is in her sling, and you will find yourself becoming more and more enchanted with this special little person.
"how did I get into this mess?"
What does this spiral storm
Hold for me
Where does this winding path
Am I passing thru unnoticed
In fragments of disguise
Remnants of understanding
As l I e s….
The cycles compel us to
On this journey
The wheels of time
Ever so gently turning
Stories and dreams
And whisperings into
Sculptures with essence
Dance like silver star s I l v e r n I g h t
Smiling from afar
(are we barred from ever reaching
Those shores that speak of transcendence?)
The ringing singing tone
Of E ve r y th I n g
Clap clapping deafening
Forces me to awaken from this dream
Finding once more simpler
Shores timeless tales metaphors
The path of fire that leads up thru time
Up thru spine out of mind
Is open before me
R e a d y to r e c I e v e ?
I took this in the early morning in Va.....
I twist into these mournings, daylight
from the burning flame of darkness
swallowing my emptiness
while waves of irony wash over me
i am toppled by the days
i sit hovering...
wondering if i can float this
wandering thru wastelands of
picking up the book written by me
on the other side of the dream
the other side of the dream
where it all spins into me...
i find all the lost notes
and all the lost tones
and all the lost fractures
of all my mended bones
I am painted the color red.
I am tainted, the mother has bled
R I P
thru the weathered web, creating worlds
in our head, to spew out into
to want neither this nor that
nor wonder where its at,
but to birth the beginning
knowing we are just seasons of rhyme
flowering in our own time
chrysalis, wrapped up in a fairytale
of all that is and was and
wasnt for sale...
Across these moonbeams, these split
seams, these written clingings to the dream....
we call to invisible bodies
that are singing in their invisible moments
that are bringing their
soulstuffs into existence
to balance the tension
of the desire to Be,
and to not Be....
somewhere in between.
.....the eye of the hurricane is on its way, to ransack and flapjack
the core of all our brains, speeding up the rate at which we perceive the
perforation, the fate of which could rip and tear a nation, a station, a
fusion of minds incoherent redundant grasping for meaning but dormant
fleeing the feeling of torment peeling the rots from the dealings and
knots from the zealous run leper run
run leper run its all just for fun
on a level so deep its not understood does it make it less
does it make it less concrete does it make it worth
the run the gun the gripping of the sun in attempt to hide defeat
SMILE on the periphery it is a storm, a chaos, an insistence on resistance
but at the core, it’s unchanged, it neverwas and neverwillbe, and neveris,
existing giving us the balance to create
lands in time hands in line to co create with malleable laws
implicate order enfolded within each explicate experience
shooting out from the source in fractals of difference and intensity
and vibration and density till the impulse reaches completion
loses its thrust coarsens its vibration yet mimics the One
and then begins its evolution back to the Within with all the
cohesion of experience and lessons and soulsparks and
mouldings holding on to Awareness as it ascends
back to the heart of the hologram to enrich the totality
of all that is
with each divine perspective as it returns
and ReTurns the wheel as the cycle continues
and spins out again
the impulsion the force the flickering light of
love to enforce the dynamic dance of desperate
I am the pupil in the centre of the Eye
I am the pupae in the centre of the Sky
I am the purpose of the moon and the mind
I am the purplepink lustre of the rotting rind.
I am moved not by your manipulation
I am smoothed not by your capitulation
I am removed from your observation
I am soothed by your undulation.
But what does this mean, what does this mean
Where does this lead me, the silver queen
The rampant wanderer of time and rhyme
The vagabond rambler through moistened minds?
And where does this take me, what forgotten land
What does this make me, and by whose hand
Where will I lay my weary head, my friend
When the path that I tread winds to the end?
Ah, my beautiful one...
do you know where
when I think of you?
I sink into my
and feel your strong
wrapped around me like
I want to follow the trails
with my tongue
and explore all those
I want to absorb
I want to feed it
I want to kiss you
so soft that you fall
into slumber, into dream
and still I would
hold you so close
that your breath
would flow thru mine
Ah, my beautiful
do you know where it is
that i go
when you push me over the edge
to claim bliss
as my own?
I fathom your depths,
and I find that I have climbed
upon the mountain of
and I have descneded into
where we are one.
That is where I go my love
when your arms speak to me
each beat you mix with mine,
and the murmurs of our souls
are the only sounds
that can be heard
as we spell each other out
the blood that we bled
as we merged into one.
I make my way inside, the tomb
from feelings that flew too close
torn from the womb, tethered hands
sworn to illumine weathered lands
and i crash again
full thrust while blossoms
life into the few
that makes its way thru density
seizing sight, thru intensity
that makes it all grow
up and away from the roots that
breaking tearing swearing making
moods that fade too soon
foods that make new moon
out of fragments that form too loose
to hold the rhyme inside,
tucked beneath the rising tide
of things we share
and things we hide
waiting for the revelation
to seep up from our pores
into our mind
tending the sores that
stifle the times which await birth
in the name of earth
in the name of the mother
in the name of the bearing
and the burdens of Other
to see here, to know here, to feel
hear and peel clear
of stagnant flesh
the sudden dawning
e v o l u t i o n
i n v o l u t i o n
between worlds in balance
minds of latency
bending and twisting
remembering the white shroud which once it wore
swore to remain unstained
but the blackened charred robe of the stars
of the wisdom of moments
tore thru that fantasy
to create a dream
it s e e m s to feel
its own thrust
in the darkness
of the blinding light
mysterys mana urging us on
toward the breathing pull
of the sun
a n d
gently beneath the vestment