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Question from AM: Valentine’s Day
February 7th, 2011 11:48 am
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Photos for Days
May 18th, 2010 11:15 am
Photos for days.
I have long considered myself far less easily labeled than by the term singer songwriterâ. While I adore that form of expression more than any (I have found that god most palpably comes into the room when the lyrics take flight through melody at the same time), I consider it merely one expression among many.
One form that started out more as a nuisance to others, more than anything else, was my love of taking photographs (âlook over here everybody!âI’m embarrassed to say that I am THAT girl at family gatherings etc. even my dog knows when the camera is on him).
I have collected more than 70,000 photographs in my many archives, all of which represent different phases of my life. In my reflective times over the years I get a chance to look back over photos of trips that I had forgotten I’d even taken (as an introvert, I have a shitty short-term memory ?). And in a world where rites of passage and celebratory rituals of one’s coming-of-age is sadly forgotten, I find that looking through photographs nudges me to honor these different experiences in life.
I have so many photos now (candids, profesh, people, no people etc) on my laptop to share for many millennia (my friends laugh because they say I live my life simply to share stories with my future great-grandchildren, and, well, they’re right).
so as I continue forward with my experience junkieâ approach to life, I find myself tickled and moved and choked up at some of the images that mark my 36 years of this life. These photos I share with you are ones taken all over this wild planet. Ones from the many tours around the planet. Vacations. Adventures. Family visits. Mudane afternoons. I share them with you with passion, embarrassment and joy.
Alanis Morissette and Author Anna Thomas Make Love Soup by Alanis Morissette for HuffingtonPost.com
December 4th, 2009 12:25 pm
Integration (AKA “growing up”) is the new frontier for me these days, and it has been showing up in so many different ways:
– Working mixed with fun
– Service mixed with self-care
– Sex combined with profound connection
– Practical “root chakra” considerations seen through the lens of the more soulful “crown chakra” ones
– Athleticism combined with activism
– Art as social commentary and consciousness raising service
– Beautifying self and environments while considering the earth’s longterm well-being…
There is no better combo these days than healthful eating combined with sensual rapturous-ness and satisfaction.
This was never more the case than a few nights ago, when I invited the luminous Anna Thomas to come to my house, along with 25 of my girlfriends, to learn how to make soup from her. She just released a book called “Love Soup” and, those being two things I am obsessed with, I thought we’d both might be oriented to a similar ‘true north’.
Soup! Love! Let’s do it!
The opportunity to have 25 women in one place is my FANTASY, as without my ladeez I am NOTHIN’. And a gaggle of them all about, all focused on Anna’s labors, fruits and guidance was right up there in my top 10 favorite communal experiences.
The hands-down favorites were the green soups, proving that healthy does not have to mean disgusting.
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January 1st, 2008 11:04 am
Someone asked me once do you think we are loved by some source of life, or god?â and I responded rather, I think we ARE love. if we can just clear away all that keeps us from being that natural, individual and unique extension of it.â It has always been my life’s aspiration to clear the clouds that keep me from the true essence of what I amâŚknowing that running from the fear voices, or trying to get rid ofâ the parts I am afraid of doesn’t work. But rather by sitting with it, giving it room to breathe, not fighting itâŚ.turning toward it, ideally with fascination. once that resistance is gone, once I truly surrender to all the parts of my own humanity, all that is left is that which i/we are: LOVE. so rather than tryingâ to be more loving, I’d rather spend my energy is investigating that which distracts me from that which is always, eternally there.
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A Movement’s Homecoming to Gray By Alanis Morissette
January 1st, 2006 11:00 am
Far be it for me to bite the hand of the movement that’s fed me.
If it weren’t for the feminist movement, I would be a mere shell of the woman I am today. There have been many brave women who have gone before me who warrant deep thanks for their tireless effort in paving the way for as much egalitarianism as our innate and biological gender differences can allow for. I humbly bow to those visionaries who saw us as something much more than a mere and second-class possession or object.
What has been hard for me not to notice, however, are the many women my age (I’m 32) who are finding themselves at an identity crisis point at this particular juncture in their/our lives.
Whereas a hundred years ago (and still in some parts of the planet today) I would have been laughed at (or killed) for my masculinized tendencies that have run most of my short life, I find myself struggling with how to temper the more stereotypically male aspects of myself that I have valued so much, to return to my natural, more feminine rhythm. It’s a rhythm that was lost in my attempt to prove my competency, survivability and valor in a male dominated society and entertainment industry ” a most valiant and effective attempt that I have no regrets about, but one that did not go without great sacrifices along the way that I barely noticed at the time.
As I write this, I am taking the first real break I have ever taken since I was 9 years old. I am just learning how to cook (I am within hours of having made my first true meal), and am finally slowed down enough to be hosting incredibly fun parties at my house regularly. A hundred years ago, I would most likely have been shamed publicly for my inability to do the things most expected of a woman: to keep house and provide meals for her loved ones, to be the centerpiece and heartbeat of her community. Today, based on my achievementsâ and all the bacon I brought home to my own self, people are kind to cut me some slack. But I wonder, what else, besides my inability to cook, has been lost in my effort to prove that whatever a boy can do a girl can do betterâ?
Has my obsession with my career and feminism been responsible for the aspects of the divine feminine that have gone un-nurtured and unnoticed in me? How has this unshakeable focus on my stereotypically masculine qualities skewed my vision and thereby my ability to see and connect with other women? And how has it affected my ability to follow my natural and intuitive feminine rhythms?
In the midst of creating the answers to these questions, I now find myself at this most exciting place of wanting to thank the feminist movement, and thank the women who came well before and precipitated it, and to then move forward into some new kind of 2006 grey area.
An area in which I am aware of my competence and ability to swim with the guy sharks, so to speak, but in which I am also aware of my ability to be all girl, all soft and surrendered and receptive and allowing and connected to the divine in a way that is equated with the great feminine’s way. For all that I have achieved, and all that it has cost me, I am now ready to claim it all– the true gift of the feminist movement: choicefulness.integration.
The gray area of knowing that if I wanted to take the path of the more male-oriented, I could, that It’s available to me at any time. But then to feel the invitation to explore the other side as well, now, the side of woman, and all the goodness that that holds, is the single most exciting and relaxing thing I can think of. It’s like the grand return home after fighting a war, a war going on in our own identities and hearts and social structures.
I feel a growing peace in knowing that I can trust rather than run counter to my natural feminine rhythms, wherever they may lead meâŚwhether It’s to the kitchen, the boardroom, the garden or the Oval Office. I think this is the true gift that feminism has been leading up to all these years. Because eseentially, egalitarianism, at its’ core, speaks to mutual empowerment, the seminal win-win.This sigh of relief alone is worth all the efforting that has led me, and trillions of other women, to this point. And I feel that somewhere, my feminist fore-mothers are smiling, as though they knew this is where we were headed all along.