Imagine a Woman

Purplerays

Imagine a Woman
Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.
Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past’s influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.
Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.
Imagine…

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sit down and write

Peedeel's Blog

Now I only write fiction, and I work terribly hard at it. I research incessantly, partly to put off the terrible moment when I have to sit down and write. I go over my words again and again – take out commas and put them back in, search for the right phrase to capture an idea. Sometimes I think I overdo all my revising, but that’s the way it is. Writing is my profession. I still do book reviews occasionally, but 20 years ago, after my first novel came out, I decided that life was too short to write journalism.

Angela Carter
A Maker of Magic Souffles
Interview with New York Times 7th September 1986

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The Horses of St. Bruno

I have always loved horses & anything about them.

The Amish Catholic

Today is the Feast of St. Bruno, founder of the Carthusians. While many know of the Carthusians for their famous silence, their holy way of life preserved from corruption down the centuries, and that wonderful green liqueur they make, few are aware of another gift they have given the world: a breed of Andalusian horse known as the Cartujano.

Monks with their horse. (Source)

The breed emerged as early as the 1400’s, and had become an important strain of the Spanish equine population by the early modern period. They originated at the Charterhouse of Jerez. The story of their arrival at the monastery is a little uncertain, but one plausible theory holds that:

“Don Pedro Picado, was unable to pay his ground rent to the monks…decided to pay them…in kind by offering them his mares and colts. These animals had been bought…from the brothers Andrés and…

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“Heaven in Epitome”

These are beautiful.

The Amish Catholic

Katherine (or Catherine) Philips. (Source)

One of the great poets of the seventeenth century was Katherine Philips, a Royalist, a major translator of Corneille, and a devotee of Platonic love. Her poetry often explores the deeper meaning of close friendship. She had a few such relationships, and led a society of fellow aristocrats dedicated to Friendship as such. She would often use allegorical names to refer to herself (“Orinda”), her husband (“Antenor”), and her best friend (“Lucasia”). I found these few poems to be particularly moving and insightful into the nature of true friendship.

A Friend

Love, nature’s plot, this great creation’s soul,
The being and the harmony of things,
Doth still preserve and propagate the whole,
From whence man’s happiness and safety springs:
The earliest, whitest, blessed’st times did draw
From her alone their universal law.

Friendship’s an abstract of this noble flame,
‘Tis love refined and…

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October 10 Windows update may delete your files unless you take precautions

HEADS UP EVERYONE

Be warned: users who’ve tried installing early previews of the next big Windows version update, version 1809, have found it has deleted their personal files. Some users have lost hundreds of gigabytes of personal documents, photos, and other material. This behavior is apparently tied to updates to the Windows space-clearing tool—it gets a little overzealous when it comes to clearing out old user profiles. Have a care before you update—if you keep your ebooks in your documents folder, you could end up losing them too!

Fortunately, there are precautions you can take, even beyond the common-sense approach of backing up your files externally. Perhaps the simplest precaution is to disable Windows’s automatic updates until a fix can be found. But for people a little more tech-savvy, there’s also a workaround involving using Windows’s Group Policy Editor, gpedit.msc, to disable a key setting.

The Group Policy Editor is bundled with…

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a possessed witch

Peedeel's Blog

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

Anne Sexton
Her Kind

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a mess of you everywhere inside of me

Mizpellt wurdz

more
more than this
you must give me more

i am not armed for aimless love
for the faded sundays under lazy fans
the lukewarm spreading of a family cat
the dispassionate mumbling between a blanket and duvet and the needless needing by tea left alone in the microwave

i am equipped with years of me
of my love for love through love
of the kind of desire not found in plastic spoons
in the sweetened pick me up of stuck honey
or the smell of dried feet hung
against your breath after the dying morning

here i am
a mess of everywhere inside of you

here i am
an order of everything outside of me

waiting for you to use the world well by ultimately using it less

whisper it hold it on my tongue whole
there is still stillness left to do
and be done by
even as…

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Poetry

Peedeel's Blog

Poetry is a veil in front of a heart beating at a very fast pace.

Jericho Brown
interview with Kate Kellaway for the Guardian newspaper 28th July 2018

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Poem: #MeToo, We Re-Member by Marie Cartier

We re-member.

Feminism and Religion

I need the grandmothers to help me

re-member my rage.

Cross stitch. Double knot.  I sew it back on. The raggedy parts I let fly loose

when I thought it was OK to not be “so angry.”

“Boys will be boys.”

And so then, girls will be angry.

And we will re-member—our rage.

I need the great aunts, and all the old women with the signs that read,

“We are still protesting this shit.”

I need them, this herstory to help me

re-member my rage, feel it strong and tight. Cross stitch. Double knot. Those women re-member

me. I am that woman. She is me.

Our rage is a song.

After all this time, we are still singing it. Our rage

is a river and we swim in it, even if it’s upstream. There is a fierce mermaid goddess,

Yemaya. She protects us. She knows

our rage is our best…

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softly blurred

Peedeel's Blog

I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.

Hanamoto Hagumi
Honey and Clover

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