Sunday Ballet Blogging

(I hate how choppy this video is and almost didn’t post it for that reason. But these dancers bring such raw and technical talent to the dance that I had to share. What do you think?)

First Evening of Spring PotPourri


* It’s likely an indication of the fact that I’ve been working too many long days without a break that my first thought upon reading this is that pineapple & lavender syrup would make lovely cocktails.

* Now that it’s (finally!) Spring, the Greenman and I are hoping to go see a Virginia native: bluebells. Although I have to make the Brit-to-US translation, bluebells always remind me of one my favorite lines (“Smells like bluebells. Smells like heaven.”) from one of my favorite movies, I Capture the Castle. What Spring flower are you longing to see?

* It takes a certain level of assholishness (that’s a new word that I just coined and I want credit any time anyone uses it!) to do something like this to fourth graders. Remember, the people who hate Planned Parenthood love “the children.” (hat tip to Star).

* Speaking of assholishness, the Catholic church in San Francisco (named for St. Francis! He’s rolling in his grave!) has been dousing the homeless with cold water to stop them from sleeping inside the doorways of cathedrals. (“In its majestic equality, the law forbids rich and poor alike to sleep under bridges, beg in the streets, and steal loaves of bread.” ~ Anatole France, Le Lys Rouge (1894)). Don’t you dare “No True Scotsman” this one. No, that’s Catholics for you. Whom Would Jesus Douse? So first they demand that every single fetus get carried to term and then, when there are too many people and not enough land, jobs, and houses, they douse those extra fetii with cold water to keep them from messing up Jebuz’s nice church doorways. I’ve been traveling back and forth to San Francisco a lot for my job and I guarantee you that the next time I’m there, I’m going to bring supplies and hand them out to the homeless at Saint Mary’s Cathedral.

* One advantage of having a relationship with your land base, with your own, to use a phrase from The Secret Garden, Bit of Earth, is that you can learn to listen to the gossip of the landbase that goes on all the time. It goes on all the time even though most people are completely unaware of it, just like that oafish boss at your job is unaware of all the gossip about her that goes on in the lunch room. Here’s just a tiny taste of what I mean.

The local crows always tell me when the neighborhood cat is bothering the chipmunks, when a hawk is watching my birdfeeder, when anyone steps into my yard. OK, almost all of the time it’s someone who should be there: the lawn guys, or the mulch guys, or a meter reader. But I’m still grateful for the warning. How do you embed yourself into the gossip of your Bit of Earth? How do you contribute to it? (I tell the crows, “OK, the guy is coming to prune the trees. Don’t dive bomb him; he won’t cut down any branches with nests.” And I put out bird food in Winter. Contributing to the local foodbank is part of being a good neighbor.)

* I was delighted to hear, at this year’s Sacred Space/Between the Worlds conference, quite a few references, in various sessions, to house spirits, meaning the spirit of each, individual house.

Of course, animist that I am, I’ve always known that every building has its own spirit and that every building longs to be in relationship with other buildings, other objects, other spirits, other carbon-based lifeforms. I know that my own little cottage certainly does and part of my morning meditation is to be in communion with it. My article in the upcoming issue of Witches & Pagans magazine will talk a lot more about this.

Do you ever get in touch with the spirit of your house? Invite it into your magic? Do magic for it? Has it ever helped you or have you ever helped it? How does it look, feel, sound, behave? Can your articulate exactly how this stands in opposition to capitalism, patriarchy, fascism?

* Here’s the most exciting thing that’s happened to Witchcraft in the last ten years. Thank the Goddess; there’s a lot of us old broads who’ve been waiting a long time, doing a lot of old magic, and hoping against hope that this would happen. So mote it be.

* Here, from the folks who brought us the Wildwood Tarot, via the Fool’s Dog is a spread that I’ll be doing this Equinox:

Card 1: This card is my beloved light – this is what the cards say lights you up brightest. (Card position inspired by the sun).
Card 2: This shadow obscures my light – this is the obstacle, habit, barrier etc (Card position inspired by the moon).
Card 3: This helps me move from the shadow to reveal my light to the world. (Inspired by the solar eclipse).
Card 4: This is my beloved darkness – a part of yourself that you do not share with others (inspired by the dark supermoon)
Card 5: This is how I balance my beloved darkness and light to enhance my life and those lives around me (inspired by the Vernal Equinox)
Card 6: This is what the Universe wishes me to shower upon the Earth! This will be an unexpected and life-enhancing spectacle!
(inspired by the Northern Lights).

What divination do you do at the beginning of Spring?

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Thursday Evening Poetry Blogging

Wordless Wednesday


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Dude, Lean Back


It is equal parts hilarious and depressing that Google executive chairman Eric Schmidt was called out for repeatedly interrupting Megan Smith, chief technology officer for the United States, while trying to talk about diversity and women in tech.

The SXSW panel, which hosted Smith, Schmidt and Steve Jobs biographer Walter Isaacson, was about innovation in tech, and so the conversation turned to attracting new talent and bringing more women and people of color into the field to spur new ideas.

It seems that the crowd noticed that Schmidt was regularly interrupting Smith to share his own views about diversity, so someone in the audience brought it up during the question and answer period. According to a report from Karissa Bell at Mashable, the questioner asked, “Given that unconscious bias research tells us that women are interrupted a lot more than men, I’m wondering if you are aware that you have interrupted Megan many more times.”

I work in law, not tech, but I can tell you that this problem is every bit as common, if not more so, in the law. And, no, it’s not equal parts depressing and hilarious. There’s not a damn thing funny about it.

And I absolutely love what Judith Williams, head of Google’s global diversity and talent management program, did here. When you’re the woman being interrupted, trying to keep talking over your interrupter or saying, “Don’t interrupt me. Let me finish. Wait,” can, in that wonderful double-bind world in which we operate, cause you to be perceived as “shrill; too sensitive; pushy.”

So having another woman step up and say, as Ms. Williams did, “Are you aware that you keep interrupting her?” is wonderful. We should do it for each other way more often.

Another thing I do is, when a woman proposes an idea, and everyone goes on talking, and then, a few minutes later, a man proposes the same thing as if it were his own idea (and, believe me, most of the time even he thinks it’s his idea because . . . Patriarchy), I say, “So you agree with Mary? You’re endorsing what she proposed a few minutes ago?”

This stuff apparently isn’t going to change on its own.

Picture found here.

Monday at the Movies

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