i painted today, the first time in a long while. thank goddess.

its time for a renaissance - i dont see women fixing each others hair, mending clothes, sewing dolls for their babies, baking bread for their families (& neighbors). there are hidden pricey 'studios' where artists make things to sell for way too much. but not the practical making & doting & crafting out in the sun in the middle of the day. there are mom bloggers. im one. & they are documenting like mad this stage & phase & product & somr tip on how to feel like a 'woman'. hmmm. what does that mean? we are extended so far beyond the primal parts & instincts - stretched into unrecognizable manequin like consuming creatures, like human world ikea. a little put together matchy plastic made in china showroom of families. harsh? hardly. honest, pushy now - pushing keys like i wish i could push people back into themselves. & they would say, "where am i?" you are here. inside yourself. somewhere between your vagina & your heart & your brain & god. your lung, thats you. your liver, thats you. your kidney- you. your blood- you are nothing without it, want to worship something? start here, in the mystery. not in china in a handbag