I love you Sadie Hawkins!!!
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http://www.dogpatchusa.com/sadiehawk.html
Check it out- another odd little American fertility ritual.
I can still remember the annual school dances. I also remember being 10 or 11 at summercamp in upstate NY, where all the "eligible" guys were given white bandana's to hang from their belts and then were given a few minute head start before the women were unleashed on us-hunting us down as we all scrambled through the trees,leaped over streams, hid behind rocks while they tracked us down by the smell of our fear. This would be a fabulous ritual to resurrect into the American collective consciousness an ARTEMIS day celebrated after the honoring of the Veterans and before the giving of Thanks.
And she remembers...
Deep inside her, buried and forgotten the moon rises and opens up across the sky of mind and finally she remembers a time before the chains of blame were tied to her belly for the gift and the curse of our births.
She remembers now, the secret songs inherited from the endless night.
The wolf call of her sisters that echoed an ancient magick, spoken long before her brothers began to etch sacred words along cave walls, scared picture words that danced in the flickering light and told of the awe held for her.
She remembers the pull of the tides of blood rivers that flow beneath the thighs, thighs that set the seasons into time, that fed infant tribes and baptized baby boy Gods who could not yet reach thrones of sky.
She remembers the names they once gave her and the stories that wore those names like crowns of glory. She is the virgin Artemis - the beauty of the arrows flight through the air. She is Atalanta sailing the Mediterranean sea with her fellow Argonauts and slaying the Calydonian boar. Her name is Devana along the Caucaus mountains and she holds court over the wild animals of the forest, or she is Ixtab to her Mayan daughters – patroness of the hunt and hanging, along the course and flow of the Nile she is Sati or sometimes Satet, while along the shores of the Rhine she is revered as Skadi, and she is also power in a thousand other buried titles, lost words of the strength of childbirth and the pain of labor that would cripple the mightiest heroes of our myths. Even here in this little corner of the end of the world she is still our Mother catching us misbehaving and chasing us down to put us back in our rooms, still our Daughter escaping the confines of the laws we created to protect her, still she is our Lover mounting us in the dark to give us the gift of flesh fire to keep the cold out of our lonely little lives. She is now awakening beyond the Whore/Virgin dichotomy we demand of her- she is a valkyrie of the eternal night, she is the soaring of angels, the dark love spells spoken by wise women hermits, she is the witch outside your window waiting in the branches for bad little boys, she is the blindfold of liberty and the sword of justice and she remembers the way we once ran when she unleashed her dogs upon us.
http://www.dogpatchusa.com/sadiehawk.html
Check it out- another odd little American fertility ritual.
I can still remember the annual school dances. I also remember being 10 or 11 at summercamp in upstate NY, where all the "eligible" guys were given white bandana's to hang from their belts and then were given a few minute head start before the women were unleashed on us-hunting us down as we all scrambled through the trees,leaped over streams, hid behind rocks while they tracked us down by the smell of our fear. This would be a fabulous ritual to resurrect into the American collective consciousness an ARTEMIS day celebrated after the honoring of the Veterans and before the giving of Thanks.
And she remembers...
Deep inside her, buried and forgotten the moon rises and opens up across the sky of mind and finally she remembers a time before the chains of blame were tied to her belly for the gift and the curse of our births.
She remembers now, the secret songs inherited from the endless night.
The wolf call of her sisters that echoed an ancient magick, spoken long before her brothers began to etch sacred words along cave walls, scared picture words that danced in the flickering light and told of the awe held for her.
She remembers the pull of the tides of blood rivers that flow beneath the thighs, thighs that set the seasons into time, that fed infant tribes and baptized baby boy Gods who could not yet reach thrones of sky.
She remembers the names they once gave her and the stories that wore those names like crowns of glory. She is the virgin Artemis - the beauty of the arrows flight through the air. She is Atalanta sailing the Mediterranean sea with her fellow Argonauts and slaying the Calydonian boar. Her name is Devana along the Caucaus mountains and she holds court over the wild animals of the forest, or she is Ixtab to her Mayan daughters – patroness of the hunt and hanging, along the course and flow of the Nile she is Sati or sometimes Satet, while along the shores of the Rhine she is revered as Skadi, and she is also power in a thousand other buried titles, lost words of the strength of childbirth and the pain of labor that would cripple the mightiest heroes of our myths. Even here in this little corner of the end of the world she is still our Mother catching us misbehaving and chasing us down to put us back in our rooms, still our Daughter escaping the confines of the laws we created to protect her, still she is our Lover mounting us in the dark to give us the gift of flesh fire to keep the cold out of our lonely little lives. She is now awakening beyond the Whore/Virgin dichotomy we demand of her- she is a valkyrie of the eternal night, she is the soaring of angels, the dark love spells spoken by wise women hermits, she is the witch outside your window waiting in the branches for bad little boys, she is the blindfold of liberty and the sword of justice and she remembers the way we once ran when she unleashed her dogs upon us.
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on 2004-11-15 08:36 pm (UTC)