I wanna ride on a white horse
Easter was supposed to be named after the goddesses Eostre, which of course then gave her name to oestrogen, and all things feminine to do with eggs, usually. What i loved about being a hardcore feminist, goddesses atheist practitioner in my 20s is that, firstly it was great to reclaim all those female earth based spiritual roots. THEN it has always been very interesting to see how the current narratives have run roughshod over these customs and really degraded and degenerated them.
It is like prostitutes. When they first began, they were temple priestesses who were the embodiment of the goddess herself. Sex was considered sacred and skilled in the arts of sex, they would be able to conduct people, through sex, to a higher realm. They were seen as holy. Sex was holy. They were paid through donations to the temple. And then it all went Pete Tong. The temples greedy for more money began to abase the sexual ceremonies and in the end these women just ended up being sex workers. The prostitutes that we know today. Still though, i think that they had a very interesting history and if women could see they bodies as holy once again, but not in a degenerated form of control, there might be more hope in getting them to reject the current confusion between exploitation and feminism.
So, yeah stuff like that.
In my head it is very clear the line drawn between a temple priestess and what Miley Cyrus has done. She uses that old memory, a genuine yearning for the sacred, and then abuses it. Although it has to be admitted, that since time in memorial people probably did pay for sex. And not cos it was like sacred.
Of course Easter is about fertility. Hence the eggs.
That was five days ago when i began that blog…. now i am staring down the barrel of the weekend and i have just gone horse riding. Is horse riding the best thing ever? OK, the second best thing ever? Today i actually managed to stand up while the horse was walking and for the first time completely understood the principle of balance on a horse. Balancing is not some effortless thing, it is fucking hardwork all of the time. Then we had the balance while trotting. I managed that for like four seconds. If at all.
Recently i have been rather happy. Yesterday, for instance, i thought to myself, i like it this bittersweetness. I like it that there is this streak of not sweet running through my life. It makes it interesting, it is the spine of my existence. When the birds are singing like that in the evening, it is glorious. It is stunning. That bittersweetness is magic.
I can't wait till i can ride properly. Oh man. The hacks i will go on! The rides on beaches. I just can't fucking wait.
So this is what my diary looks like from now until the end of the month.
Sort out a whole load school stuff INCLUDING, Forest School. Run the Dawn Chorus.
Go for the Easter Conference.
Get ready for Ma and Pa coming over.
Sort out gardens and houses.
Prepare for the coming term.
Mayday and Maypole dancing to be sorted.
How do these things accumulate around me? It's perplexing.
It is like prostitutes. When they first began, they were temple priestesses who were the embodiment of the goddess herself. Sex was considered sacred and skilled in the arts of sex, they would be able to conduct people, through sex, to a higher realm. They were seen as holy. Sex was holy. They were paid through donations to the temple. And then it all went Pete Tong. The temples greedy for more money began to abase the sexual ceremonies and in the end these women just ended up being sex workers. The prostitutes that we know today. Still though, i think that they had a very interesting history and if women could see they bodies as holy once again, but not in a degenerated form of control, there might be more hope in getting them to reject the current confusion between exploitation and feminism.
So, yeah stuff like that.
In my head it is very clear the line drawn between a temple priestess and what Miley Cyrus has done. She uses that old memory, a genuine yearning for the sacred, and then abuses it. Although it has to be admitted, that since time in memorial people probably did pay for sex. And not cos it was like sacred.
Of course Easter is about fertility. Hence the eggs.
That was five days ago when i began that blog…. now i am staring down the barrel of the weekend and i have just gone horse riding. Is horse riding the best thing ever? OK, the second best thing ever? Today i actually managed to stand up while the horse was walking and for the first time completely understood the principle of balance on a horse. Balancing is not some effortless thing, it is fucking hardwork all of the time. Then we had the balance while trotting. I managed that for like four seconds. If at all.
Recently i have been rather happy. Yesterday, for instance, i thought to myself, i like it this bittersweetness. I like it that there is this streak of not sweet running through my life. It makes it interesting, it is the spine of my existence. When the birds are singing like that in the evening, it is glorious. It is stunning. That bittersweetness is magic.
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So this is what my diary looks like from now until the end of the month.
Sort out a whole load school stuff INCLUDING, Forest School. Run the Dawn Chorus.
Go for the Easter Conference.
Get ready for Ma and Pa coming over.
Sort out gardens and houses.
Prepare for the coming term.
Mayday and Maypole dancing to be sorted.
How do these things accumulate around me? It's perplexing.
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