The Shadow would rather dwell in gloomy darkness than move to make things better. I don't know why. Inertia is easier, I guess, than the initial force it takes to overcome it. However, I know from Physics that Inertia works both ways! Once Momentum is achieved, a body in motion tends to stay in motion. Right now, I need thrust and fuel. I wonder how to translate those concepts to my personal life of thoughts and feelings. One way, I guess, is to write and box my Shadow here...and to deny those drags on my time and emotion that I know exist. Finding that music helps, and cleanliness, and solitude. Nature, too. And just getting over the hump that I have nothing good to say and writing anyway. This Darkness likes to keep my fingers from typing, telling me I'm really no good and that my words are clumsy. Now, I do have my poetry (which seems a gift from the gods) to refute that, but I certainly get hung up on my prose. I want to write for GeekaChicas, and I have lots of ideas. I just get hung up on the actual writing. So. Today. No time like the present.

Dancing by Firelight

It seems to me that making friends with the Shadow leads to greater creativity, which leads to greater productivity in the world...only, it isn't contained by the rigors of lines...my creativity is flowing along many branches right now...and it's bright, not dark - as if by dancing with my shadows the light finds more creases and cracks to blaze through...

Cailleach

One day of honoring my Shadow...one kick-ass poem, a fantastic pot of tea, joyful dancing, and a feeling of strength and power and centeredness. I like it. My poem today: The Cailleach is a Fancy Bitch. It's receiving nice reviews on Facebook, and I rather like that.

However, I am spending too much time lurking Facebook, and I do NOT like that. It's time to shut this computer thing DOWN.

Cat

One thing that makes me very angry is the hesitation I feel to even start giving my Shadow some room to express itself. Why is a woman's anger, fear, sexuality, and darkness so threatening, even to herself? This morning, I had a lovely dream about a lover long gone and reuniting with him. It reminded me of a time when I was creative and confident. I also felt a moment of ferocity towards my husband, who made a joke about "catfights" that I found offensive. I don't know why the idea of women fighting each other is something funny, that people think is entertaining to watch. For the women involved, it is truly a moment of hurt and perhaps power, but it's not done for entertainment's sake. Women's anger and hurt is powerful and real, and I don't think it is something to be diminished by comparing it to animals and downplaying its intensity. Nor am I happy that my husband then wrote off my displeasure in being compared to a cat, even in jest, as "hormonal". My shadow is growling...and lashing her tail.

Shadow Boxing

I want to get better. My Shadow side comes out fighting, fierce and nasty, afraid of so much. In an attempt to lure Her out, I am giving her this place to fight, to scream, to rage, and to take on all the injustice she cares to attack. Sometimes it seems that the world is so big, and so full of nastiness. Here is a place for mine to live.