Mythology…and misogyny. Do you know the history behind Medusa? It is back in my mind due to a nasty thing circling the interwebs being planned for April. (NO I will not be elaborating on that.)
Medusa was a handmaiden in the temple of Athena. Poseidon took an interest in her and took advantage of her. Athena punished Medusa for this by turning her into a gorgon.
So, because she fell victim to the god of the seas, she was made so “Ugly” that no one could look upon her or turn to stone.
Okay… the above art is not mine but the canvas is…lol that is my soon to be 19 year old about 5 years ago. The question is do you consider face painting an art? In the same vein as tattoo work?
The day has several names. We celebrate in early February. It is Brighid’s Day. A day of light and joy. It is the beginning of Spring. (Today)
From here on we will start to see the new shoots of budding plants.
I am an eclectic pagan and I am always open to the gentle discussion about religion…but note that I said gentle. I was kicked out of a “Christian” church because I didn’t fit their idea of a good girl. They never asked me what caused my situation. So I don’t handle people that try to punish me for not being a believer in the same faith as they have well. However I will be fine with civil discourse on the topic.
We were good, we were gold Kinda dream that can’t be sold We were right ’til we weren’t Built a home and watched it burn Mm, I didn’t wanna leave you I didn’t wanna lie Started to cry but then remembered I I can buy myself flowers Write my name in the sand Talk to myself for hours Say things you don’t understand I can take myself dancing And I can hold my own hand Yeah, I can love me better than you can Can love me better I can love me better, baby Can love me better I can love me better, baby Paint my nails, cherry red Match the roses that you left No remorse, no regret I forgive every word you said Ooh, I did not wanna leave you, baby I didn’t wanna fight Started to cry but then remembered I I can buy myself flowers Write my name in the sand Talk to myself for hours, yeah Say things you don’t understand I can take myself dancing, yeah I can hold my own hand Yeah, I can love me better than you can Can love me better I can love me better, baby Can love me better I can love me better, baby Can love me better I can love me better, baby Can love me better Oh, I I did not wanna leave you I didn’t wanna fight Started to cry but then remembered I I can buy myself flowers (oh) Write my name in the sand (mmh) Talk to myself for hours (yeah) Say things you don’t understand (never will) I can take myself dancing, yeah I can hold my own hand Yeah, I can love me better than Yeah, I can love me better than you can Can love me better I can love me better, baby (oh) Can love me better I can love me better (than you can), baby Can love me better I can love me better, baby Can love me better I
My 2 Cents – oh, my. I do love a well written song. She has something here… admitted it is not the best lyrics but the idea behind the song is strong. Anyone who has been in a relationship and is now looking at being alone can tell you that you need to learn how to learn how to love you again. I love me just fine. She does just fine with this one.
I don’t know what you had in mind But here we stand on opposing sides
Let’s go to war Let’s go to war
We arm ourselves with the wrongs we’ve done Name them off one by one
Let’s go to war Let’s go to war
Everything you say Everything you do You push it in And you cut me down And you cut me down
War, war, war
Screaming at the ones we love Like we forgot who we can trust Screaming at the top of our lungs On the grounds where we feel safe
Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe?
Hush my baby; make no sound Maybe we can wait each other out It’s a cold war Let’s go to war
With every settled score I thought that fighting with meant fighting for But you turn it around But you turn it around
War, war, war
Screaming at the ones we love Like we forgot who we can trust Screaming at the top of our lungs On the grounds where we feel safe Screaming at the ones we love
Like we forgot who we can trust Screaming at the top of our lungs On the grounds where we feel safe
Do we feel safe? Do we feels safe? Do we feel safe?
Do we censor or do we flow? Are we drunk on the chemicals? Every feeling in my bones tells me to lash out And tell you to fuck off
You’ve got my heart And I’ve got your soul But are we better off alone?
With every battle we lose a little more Remember everything that we’d die for You are everything that I’d die for
Screaming at the ones we love Like we forgot who we can trust Screaming at the top of our lungs On the grounds that we feel safe
Screaming at the ones we love Like we forgot who we can trust Screaming at the top of our lungs On the grounds where we feel safe
Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe?
My 2 Cents – I thought I should talk about the title for my current volume. Internal Battlefields. I feel like all mental health is an internal war. we fight a battle every day against our own minds. This song feels like the anthem for this volume. So, LET’S GO TO WAR!
Digital flowers are relaxing to draw. I feel like I got this one 3d. My self care todo list often gets less than half done because I am terrible at taking care of myself…but I have Art on there as I see doing something artsy every day as a form of self care. This was Saturday’s art. Do you think that art is self care? Why or why not?
Strike first Make it hurt When everyone assumes the worst I never have to say I’m sorry Spiteful Ruinous I’m all things you feared I was Another villain in your story You think that I’m a spitfire? You should Afraid you’re on my bad side? That’s good If I wanted to end you I could I could I’m sinking down If you only knew how hard it is For me to climb out I’m kicking and screaming But no one can hear me So what happens now? The shadows are creeping in I didn’t ask for I didn’t ask for this Cold rage Hides the shame Of images I can’t escape Scars that live under the surface It’s strange What I became When part of me was ripped away And replaced with something worthless You think that I’m a spitfire? You should Afraid you’re on my bad side? That’s good If I wanted to end you I could I could I’m sinking down If you only knew how hard it is For me to climb out I’m kicking and screaming But no one can hear me So what happens now? The shadows are creeping in I didn’t ask for I didn’t ask for this Take what’s left Of my fractured heart Bloodstained ’cause The pieces are so sharp Take what’s left Of my fractured heart Bloodstained ’cause The pieces are so sharp I’m sinking down If you only knew how hard it is For me to climb out I’m kicking and screaming But no one can hear me So what happens now? The shadows are creeping in I didn’t ask for I didn’t ask for this Never forget I didn’t ask for this
My 2 Cents – this time of year is so freaking hard. No one asks for the mental health issues. No one asks for trauma. No one asks for the feeling like they are just unlovable…yet…so many people feel like they are. It costs you nothing to be kind, to be patient.
Pattimouse 