The Queen of My Self

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March 2013 Archives

Auntie Gravity – Part 2

posted by Donna Henes

 Auntie Gravity – Part 2 An Antic Cronish Goddess by Barbara Ardinger, Ph.D. “An’ you jus’ start thinkin’ of them lines,” She says, “as your Auntie Gravity’s rainbows, an’ remember all the colors of what you done in your life. […]

A Senior (I Should Be So Brilliant) Moment

posted by Donna Henes

A Senior (I Should Be So Brilliant) Moment This is the Letter of the Year from The Times of London: An elderly lady actually wrote this letter to her bank. The bank manager thought it amusing enough and sent if […]

Auntie Gravity – Part 1

posted by Donna Henes

  Auntie Gravity – Part 1 An Antic Cronish Goddess by Barbara Ardinger, Ph.D.  Here is a goddess for mid-life. Sisters, do certain parts of your anatomy that used to stand right up and salute, now ignore the flag no […]

Go Light-Footed Through Life

posted by Donna Henes

Go Light-Footed Through Life by Sister Joan Chittister There is a deer in me—made for running, for scampering while the rest of the world around me walks. I am made to find and drink from foreign streams. I am meant […]

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Creating a Sacred Space
I have grown to love winter. It is a time of being home and laying low. A time of making soup and catching up on my ironing. A time of long, indulgent hot baths and slow starting mornings in bed with a cup of tea and a good book. The more conscious and respectful we become of the abiding presence

posted 6:00:44am Mar. 04, 2015 | read full post »

House Cleaning From the Inside Out
Our messy thinking and sloppy habits come more easily into focus when our surroundings are tidy and beautiful and filled with only what is meaningful, so that we can release them, as well. A thorough house cleaning, internal as well as external, is a fabulous way to delineate the purpose of our l

posted 6:00:28am Mar. 02, 2015 | read full post »

No Country for Old Women
by Mary Saracino Howling from the mountaintops wailing from the riverbanks scooping the moon into their waning wombs the old women know that lies kill, distortions maim, hope isn’t enough to feed starving babies, school the ignorant, put and end to war. Like Furies, the old ones rise,

posted 6:00:38am Feb. 27, 2015 | read full post »

Mad
I am mad. No, that doesn’t begin to describe it. I am pissed. I am angry. I am irate. I am incensed. I am enraged. I am livid. I am FURIOUS. “All men are created equal,” states the Declaration of Independence. From the very beginning, women were denied equality in this country. It has taken

posted 6:00:45am Feb. 25, 2015 | read full post »

Saving Mother Earth
A poem by Mary Saracino Mary Saracino is a novelist, poet and memoir-writer who lives in Denver , Colorado. This compassionate and articulate sister Queen calls herself Queen Mary Immaculata. A single day in April isn’t enough to honor our Mother, save the planet that is her body, rest

posted 6:00:13am Feb. 23, 2015 | read full post »


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