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The Queen of My Self

The Queen of My Self

Blessings of the Pink Moon

posted by Donna Henes

We are now in the energy of the Pink Moon, the name used by the Iroquois peoples. I love that term. And it is so apt. Spring is about birth and new beginnings. The new season is tender and tentative now. Fragile and raw like a new baby. Babies, no matter their race and eventual pigmentation, are all born pink.

As are the buds of trees. Buds are pink when they first appear on their branches. Like embryos, they lie dormant absorbing energy from the sun, which sets off the photosynthesis that releases their chlorophyll and turns them green. Like newborn babes, they are only pink for a short while.

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose
From out night’s gray and cloudy sheath;
Softly and still it grows and grows,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
– Susan Coolidge

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Pink is the color of beating hearts and flowers. Tongues that kiss and taste are pink. In Japan, the color, Cherry Blossom Pink is associated with a woman’s yoni, and consequently, soft-core pornographic films are called “pink movies.” Spanish novelas rosas or “pink novels” are sentimental love stories marketed to women. People with pink auras are said to crave relationships. Pink colored rose quartz is healing to the heart and stimulates love, warmth, largess, comfort, care and compassion.

The sand in Bermuda is pink. And so is Homer’s “rosy-fingered dawn.” Also cotton candy clouds and pink flamingos. Strawberry ice cream, summer wine and bubblegum are pink. Comforting, soft and sweet or fiery fluorescent, pink is the color of life.

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When we are in perfect condition and glowing health, we are “in the pink.” When we are flushed with pleasure or embarrassed, we get pink in the cheek. When we are deliriously happy, we are “tickled pink.” We toast with pink champagne. And dance with pink elephants.

The color pink is commonly associated with the feminine. Pink is for girls, for sissies and metrosexuals. Pink is sugar and spice and everything nice. Rather than protesting against gender stereotypes and bias, modern feminists have taken a positive position and claimed pink as the color of their standard.

The Swedish radical feminist party, Feminist Initiative, the American activist women’s group, Code Pink: Women for Peace, and the radical Indian Gulabi Gang have all adopted pink as a symbol of feminine pride and power. A pink ribbon is the logo for breast cancer research. Female office personnel are “pink collar workers.”

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Years ago, the Minneapolis Art Institute invited me to do a special spiritual project or event appropriate to the season (or what I call a “Celestially Auspicious Occasion”) during a six week residency in springtime. My time there spanned The Full Pink Moon, Women’s History Month and Beltane or May Day.

My response to this great assignment was to create The Tea House of the Full Pink Moon, a public meditation space/cum moon cycle retreat hut. A sanctuary in honor of and in service to Our Lady Luna, the feminine divine.

I discovered an old fashioned gazebo on the campus grounds, which I painted Pepto Bismol pink inside and out. I painted the gravel walkway leading up to it the same hue, and also the pine cones that littered the ground around it

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After that, I draped yards and yards of sheer lace curtains around the perimeter, making it look like some sort of girly, frilly fairy house. On the front steps I placed a pair of Dorothy-inspired pink sequined pumps as a silly and subtle invitation to leave your secular shoes outside before entering the Teahouse Temple.

The gazebo had eight sides, like a medicine wheel. Each wall was waist-high and topped by a ledge on which I placed various ritual items. The idea was for people to walk around the edges of the space, stopping at each of the eight altars — like stations of the circle, the cycle — to partake of the gift there, and then to proceed to the center, which was piled with pink pillows.

Each altar offering was an expression of one aspect of the ambiance of the Pink Moon. Pink nail polish. Pink candles. Pink flower petals. Pink glitter. Pink breast-shaped carpentry chalks to draw with. Pink Blessing oil. Pink rose quartz crystals. Pink rose hip tea.

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Sitting in that gazebo was like being enveloped in a uterine embrace. It was a secure and comfortable space for contemplation and meditation. A perfect ritual room. I cherish the visceral, sensual memory of that sacred shrine and every year at this time I return there in my heart. In my pink heart of hearts.

I invite you to join me there in spirit. We can retreat in its pink embrace, cosseted for a while from the cynicism and negativity that we are constantly bombarded with. We can hold court in safety and allow ourselves to release the defenses that separate us. We can share our cares and concerns and reconnect with the hopeful, humane ideals that we have in common.

Touched by the rosy-fingered dawn, we can sit together in beauty, in peace and quiet, in calm communion with the sweet pink spirits that surround us always.

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Almost all words do have color and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone’s eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her too.
– Gladys Taber

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Please join me in my Spring Series of Spirit Support Skills Teleseminars:
THROW OPEN THE WINDOWS AND LET IN THE LIGHT

A series of relaxed workshops via a telephone conference call. Also available as downloads.

Lessons in practical spirituality that offer no-nonsense approaches and practices to help you live your daily life in a consciously (and conscientiously) sacred manner.

Three Wednesdays in Spring: April 20, May 18, June 15 at 8:00 PM EDT

http://donnahenes.net/pages/teleseminars-upcoming.shtml

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April 20
SLOW FAST: The Art & Science of Internal Cleansing
Learn all about the benefits of fasting for detoxification, centering and balance. Fasting is not not eating. It is feeding yourself with spirit to nurture your soul on the deepest level.

This live class has ended, but you can download it.

May 18
SPACE CLEARING: Balancing the Energy in Your Personal Environments
Learn how to purify your living and working space of accumulated negative energies and how to create environments that support your physical, mental, emotional and spiritual well-being.

June 15
SELF BLESSING: Embracing the Embraceable You
Learn how to invite the energies and qualities toward you that will help you to enhance your life, and how to confer appreciation, acceptance, esteem, honor and love upon your best Self.

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The Queen welcomes questions concerning all issues of interest to women in their mature years. Send your inquiries to thequeenofmyself@aol.com.

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Queen Mama Donna offers upbeat, practical and ceremonial guidance for individual women and groups who want to enjoy the fruits of an enriching, influential, purposeful, passionate, and powerful maturity.

 

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SING WITH THE TREES

posted by Donna Henes

On Earth Day I published the powerful poem, SAVING MOTHER EARTH by Mary Saracino. Here is a follow up poem also by Queen Mary Immaculata, as she refers to herself.

SING WITH THE TREES
by Mary Saracino, CO

Author’s note: As part of her Earth Day-Sing for the Trees campaign, Susan Hale invites people from around the world to sing to their special trees to help raise awareness about deforestation.

If you listen you can hear
the trees singing
boababs & kauri
sugi & sugar maples
their voices_rise in harmony
Norway spruce & sequoia
ginkos & elms
across the wide round world
yews & oolines
Persian mulberries & pomegranates
one steady stream
magnolia amazonica & aspen
wattle trees & oaks
one impassioned aria
crab apple & peach
olive & fig
singing, singing, singing
lnut & cedrela odorata
mahogany & beni kawa
of peace & love
joy & justice
Divi-divi & wabito
amla & okagami
of sorrow & solace
laughter & lullabies
Chinese catalpa
Buddha coconuts
reminding us to
balsam & fur
cedar & chestnut
sing with them
pawpaw & persimmon
leatherwood & larch
breathe in_breathe out
kapok & karri
willows & birch
sigh
dance
ghost gum & guava
maiden’s blush & mangosteen
play
cry
avacado & acacia
banana & buckeye
save our lives
sumac & Satsuma
sassafras & silverberry
save our planet.

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* Please send me your thoughts about power. Also stories of your own empowerment. When shared, these ideas and examples are extremely inspiring to others. Thanks.

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CONSULT THE MIDLIFE MIDWIFE™
Queen Mama Donna offers upbeat, practical and ceremonial guidance for individual women and groups who want to enjoy the fruits of an enriching, influential, purposeful, passionate, and powerful maturity.

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Saving Mother Earth

posted by Donna Henes

 

SAVING MOTHER EARTH

by Mary Saracino, CO

A single day in April isn’t enough
to honor our Mother, save the planet
that is her body, restore her ocean womb,
revitalize the atrophied arms and legs
of her continents, remove the smog
from her pristine lungs, replenish all that’s
depleted by the lust for profit
over prosperity. Human hearts so greedy
for commerce they call deforestation progress,
think cloning is a medical advancement,
see artificial life as the wave of the future,
as if civilization can only advance
by killing or dismemberment,
by acquisition or annihilation.
How to survive a world of paper or plastic,
hybrid or gas-guzzler,
genetically altered seeds,
cloned cows, chemical poisons in the water,
run-off from the mouths of politicians
who think global warming is good for business.
What’s to be gained when
globalization soils our souls,
breeds a false sense of interconnection,
feigns compassion predicated on
corporate exploitation, skimming money
off the backs of underpaid workers,
trafficking in human life, in weapons
of destruction, raping the land of its bounty,
the rivers of their life-sustaining powers,
denying whole nations their dignity and worth.
That’s no way to treat our Mother,
no way to save our planet,
no way to mend our broken spirits,
no way to change the world.

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* Please send me your thoughts about power. Also stories of your own empowerment. When shared, these ideas and examples are extremely inspiring to others. Thanks.

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The Queen welcomes questions concerning all issues of interest to women in their mature years. Send your inquiries to thequeenofmyself@aol.com.

CONSULT THE MIDLIFE MIDWIFE™
Queen Mama Donna offers upbeat, practical and ceremonial guidance for individual women and groups who want to enjoy the fruits of an enriching, influential, purposeful, passionate, and powerful maturity.

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Conquering The Evil Queen

posted by Donna Henes

 

Tuesday I featured a piece by a young women who is struggling with releasing her “inner mean girl.”
The following is by a mature Queen who is dealing with the same issue. They are both succeeding!

 

Conquering The Evil Queen
By Blair Glaser

Not too long ago, I was in a perpetual state of feeling sorry for myself. Seeing that I was feeling sorry for myself, and knowing that self-pity is not useful, did not shift the situation at all. In fact, it made it worse; somehow the feeling that I should be able to choose a higher way of looking at the circumstances in my life became another way to feel bad about myself. Analyzing the situation was hopeless. I felt stuck, and I was sure I was going to remain that way forever.

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The content of my malaise was about as common and stereotypical as you can get: reasonably attractive, brainy and soulful woman, still single on the brink of forty, with no husband or family (things I had wanted since my early thirties) in sight. Loneliness, in conjunction with a sense that I had failed miserably at my life despite copious amounts of self-inquiry and growth, began to takeover. Caught in a dreaded loop, the more that time passed, the more my negative feelings were enforced.

I knew I had many things in my life that were amazing, yet somehow I was not able to appreciate them. Through the help of a brilliant mentor who knows my sensibilities and who has cultivated the talent of asking the right questions, I was reminded that I had always followed and pursed growth above all things. In his reflections I saw the many opportunities for family life that I had passed up in favor of something more congruent to my exploratory nature. In a spirit of creativity and play, he invited me to envision, as a character, the part of me that liked to interpret my present situation as a failure; the part that was a cruel killer of hope, and to come up with an image that represented it. The idea was that if I could see and name the enemy, I could conquer it.

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The image that came to me almost immediately was the evil Queen from snow white. You know, “Mirror, mirror on the wall whose the fairest . . .?” I began to study her. I found pictures of her on the Internet. I reread Snow White. I discovered that the evil Queen not only wanted to kill the younger, fairer Snow White, but she wanted her heart in a box. That narcissistic bitch wanted the young ingénue’s heart. Hmmmm.

Well, that was it. I wasn’t go to spend another second giving my precious heart over to some inner witch who wanted to kill me and steal it. It was mine, and I was ready to keep it protected for good.

I began to print out pictures of the Queen and paste them around my house in particular places where she might be lurking, waiting to pounce on my vitality. I stuck her on the bathroom mirror, which never fails to remind me of my age in a negative way. I stuck her on my computer, for the times when I log on and into pictures of other people’s happy families and then fall prey to comparison mode. If I went to visit my sister and her beautiful family, I would bring the Queen with me in the car, so that when she would be waiting to bring me down after the visit, I could anticipate her being there and jockey for position on the inner throne of my being, reminding myself that being different from my sister was OK. As I outmaneuvered the Queen, I was encouraged by my sense of power in the matter. I could choose to fight her and keep hope alive.

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At first I would catch myself in an inner headlock with her, and sometimes she would win and I would end up flat out on my back. It took a few months, but I now have the upper hand, and since I got her game, I have not spent more than a few minutes at a time in the clutches of this inner enemy. Truthfully I find her boring and pathetic, which is hard to believe, since at one time, she was so compelling.

And, sorry to make it a “fairy tale” ending, but the space left in my being by her absence has been filled by a wonderful intimacy; first with a new part of myself, and more recently with a prince of sorts.

If you are suffering from self-loathing, I encourage you to name it, see it and fight it. Outsmart it. Kill for your hope. Your heart is worth fighting for. Win it back from the clutches of darkness.

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* Please send me your thoughts about power. Also stories of your own empowerment. When shared, these ideas and examples are extremely inspiring to others. Thanks.

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The Queen welcomes questions concerning all issues of interest to women in their mature years. Send your inquiries to thequeenofmyself@aol.com.

CONSULT THE MIDLIFE MIDWIFE™
Queen Mama Donna offers upbeat, practical and ceremonial guidance for individual women and groups who want to enjoy the fruits of an enriching, influential, purposeful, passionate, and powerful maturity.

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