tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48876654071967463052024-03-13T13:52:01.196-04:00FREE TO BE - the Goddess in MeMeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.comBlogger223125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-76406185153462857862013-09-09T11:13:00.001-04:002013-09-09T11:13:42.463-04:00Ruckus Among Us<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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where I reside. It's like you have to go away to truly appreciate what
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I have truly missed my GingerMama. I saw this Tshirt that says:
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MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-10447185368919035122013-06-17T12:16:00.003-04:002013-06-17T12:16:26.770-04:003 Ways to Rejuvenate Quickly<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The more I grow up, the younger I become. </div>
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The more I play in the park, the better my day goes. </div>
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The more I tap into my inner child, the more OMazing it is to be me. </div>
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As I laugh and deepen my practice of laughter yoga, </div>
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I find my appearance and attitude have shifted. </div>
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I laugh at myself and express my joie de vivre (joy of living)</div>
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my energy and stamina increases. </div>
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Here are 3 ways I use to rejuvenate quickly and get that HAHA EnerCHI flowing:</div>
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a child-like mind is viewing the world with wonder and excitement. Reset
your mind to breathe into the present.
Practice getting out of your head with gibberish. Allow yourself to be silly. Paint… with your fingers. Draw….doodle…..rearrange objects on your
desk. Allow yourself to do something
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up and down and shake it all about. Do a
shaHAhakti shake. Get that energy
moving. A little Hokey Pokey and putting
our whole selves in or any other aBUNdance will do. Take the bike out for a spin, go for a walk,
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laugh. We absorb good vibrations and
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Set your intention to laugh as much as possible. Regularly laughing increases our energy
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MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-26892462200437826932013-03-31T22:32:00.004-04:002013-03-31T22:32:39.165-04:00Easter and the Bunny<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As we were driving to the beach this morning we saw an EasterBunny with eggs displayed on someone's lawn. LoverBoy asked me - what does Easter (as far as we understood it is Jesus return from the dead) and the bunny have to do with one another?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Easter - or Eastre or Eostara is the Goddess of the dawn, fertility and springtime. The Northern Saxons call her Eastre and celebrate the return of spring by laughing, drinking and being merry. Most of us recognize Goddess Eastre or Eostara by her more popular name as Goddess Ostara.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As fate would have it - a little serendipity for us here - the festival of Eastre <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">occurrs at the same time of the year as the Christian observance of the Resurrection of Christ. Little by little Christian aspects were added to the pre-existing pagan beliefs, and eventually the name of this mixed holiday was changed to Easter.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Bunnies or rabbits, are fertility symbols, sacred to Goddess Ostara. Due to the rabbit's ability to procreate quickly, the rabbit is a perfect symbol for fertility - which is a life cycle that occurs in the spring with Mother Earth. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And eggs- from the egg comes the chicken and all sorts of other life.</span></span><br />
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OMazing how the Sacred Feminine is at the core of all of HIStories.<br />
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The Goddess - here, there, everywhere<br />
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MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-15109161102679207292013-01-16T17:08:00.000-05:002013-03-02T20:45:52.366-05:00Day 2 in Ecuador<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am at MonteSuenos - I awoke at 5:55 a.m. - all my windows open - five of them facing the mountains - all different ones too. This is the quiet peaceful time of the morning when it starts to get light without the sun rising just yet. The clouds are dancing with the mountain peaks. I lay here in bed in awe of Mother Nature. Birds are beginning to chirp and a rooster or two adds his cock-a-doodle-doo.<br />
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I feel so blessed to be here. So at peace with myself and life. Yesterday, I was grateful to be here yet I was acclimating from the plane ride and the drive from the Loja airport through the mountains and the valley to here.<br />
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I get out of bed and I stretch on my patio - smelling the fresh mountain air, inhaling the delicate aromas of flowers not yet touched by the sun. I am so haHAhappy - life is so good. I go run myself a bath - my third in two days - hahaha. Truly taking advantage of this ability to keep my body in pleasure.<br />
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I start the day with a delicious fruit salad prepared by SisterGoddess Mabella. Papaya, banana, mango, tomatillo - all from the property here at MonteSuenos. So very delicious. And then I am invited for a juice at the main house with SisterGoddess Erin and SisterGoddess Meredith. We sit on the front patio overlooking the Valley of Vilcabamba as we sip our pina smoothie. I then get a little taste of raw chocolate cappuccino mousse and some raw chocolate covered strawberries SG Erin made. Yummy fuel for my walk down the mountain and into town.<br />
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I put on my sneakers and I walk down and up and down and steeply up and around and down and up and across and down the mountain until I reach the ciudad of Vilcabamba. It's about a 25-30 minute walk down. A few more streets and then I reach the town square and my most favorite spot - The Juice Factory. I order a green juice. I scope out their wellness center and check out their products. I buy some kale chips and raw onion bread and a pumpkin sunflower seed spread. I drink a glass of water and walk around the corner to my favorite market. Here, I am slowly learning to speak spanish by asking her the names of all the fruits and vegetables she has. I love to learn and taste and try new things.<br />
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I head back up the mountain. This is a lot harder than I thought. Perhaps I am not yet acclimated.<br />
I am definitely dehydrated. And not used to mountain climbing. I take it nice and slow and pace myself as the sun beats down on my shoulders and head. And then a child pops up next to me. Angel. We speak in my broken Spanish and her little bit of English. Watching her climb up this mountain - after her school day - and knowing this is her daily routine - gives me the oomph to just do it.<br />
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I get back to MonteSuenos and run myself another bath - SisterGoddess Sarah has provided me with bath salts which we sprinkled with all these yummy essential oils. I sit in the hot water and knead my tight hamstrings and massage my legs.<br />
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What a great workout - cardio and all. Looking forward to doing it again tomorrow.<br />
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This afternoon I have signed up for a breath workshop. Three hours of deep transformational breathwork and some dancing too. I am so excited. I 'll let you know more manana.<br />
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MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0Vilcabamba, Ecuador-4.2622209999999994 -79.222031000000015-4.2780559999999994 -79.242201000000009 -4.2463859999999993 -79.201861000000022tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-26936160772649183162013-01-15T22:39:00.000-05:002013-01-17T17:16:39.063-05:00I need a sign<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I woke up this morning in a hotel room in the middle of downtown Quito. It is slightly chillier than I care for. And I am up way early to head back to the airport for a flight to Loja.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For me, this trip is about surrender and trusting my INtuition. Knowing I am here for a purrpose that is still yet to be revealed to me. So I asked the Universe for a sign. Show me irrefutable proof that I am supposed to be here today. Hahaha. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Careful what you ask for. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At Quito national airport (domestic flights), I check in, go through security and wait in the departure lounge when my name is called. Please report to the ticket counter for baggage inspection with police. Which means I have to go through the screening and back to the ticket counter. Except as I try to go against the current through a side door for exits, I am pushed back by a security guard. El Presidente!! El Presidente!!! And there he is, Rafael Correo, President of Ecuador - surrounded by security, shaking hands of people waiting on the side, and then he comes right by me - stops and kisses my cheek. Did this just haHAhappen? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I go to the ticket counter, meet police, we go through my luggage until they are satisfied and then through security again. As I walk into the departure lounge, there he is again, El Presidente. This time I get swept up with the wave and I am once again in front of him. He asks me where I am from. He asks me what I think of his country. He takes a picture with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I get it GPS - thank you for the clear and OMazing sign. I am here to figure it out by surrendering and allowing it to haHAhappen. So be it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And this is just the beginning of my day - woohoo!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have a pleasant short flight to Loja where I meet and engage with Paul and Faith Johnson (I will read the Age of Reason, thank you BFAM Paul) who invite me to visit them at their house (once I find it).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am met at the airport by Raffael a/k/a Raffie. He is my chauffer and guide for the 1 1/2 hour trip through Loja and Vilcabamba. And what a ride it is. We go twisting and turning through mountains with clouds that feel close enough to touch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">SisterGoddess Sarah has a green curry made for dinner and SisterGoddess Erin an avocado-strawberry salad. SisterGoddess Meredith lights a fire and we sit and eat making pleasureful sounds as we foodies truly savor the flavors and enjoy this experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">WOW - Wise OMazing Woman that I am - it has been a long time since I posted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am sad to report that Emma Mamie died shortly after that post and it felt like my heart shut down. I felt like I could not write anymore - at least not anything personal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And now, well - time heals all wounds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My passion for travel and mi amor, Ecuador seems greater than my writer's block - woohoo. So here I am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I left Miami on Monday afternoon - destination bound Quito. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Quito is the capital of Ecuador. Unfortunately, I had no opportunity to visit. I arrive and it is already dark. I get whisked from the airport to my hotel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am not sure what it is about Ecuador and why I am here again. I mean I am supposed to be running a retreat which isn't haHAhappening. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Universe is helping me understand that in order to lead peeps to this magical country I need to explore a little bit more on my own. So here I am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What I did see tonight - just a glimpse - was OMazing. On my taxi ride to the hotel, I saw these huge frog sculptures in what looked to be a huge park in the middle of downtown Quito.</span></div>
MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-12236470726768996992011-06-11T21:50:00.006-04:002011-06-14T22:43:14.693-04:00EmmaMamie & our Family<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-51po5qCxM/TfgaGshqGhI/AAAAAAAABD8/rvrXoA7NUaQ/s1600/074.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618269237478562322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-51po5qCxM/TfgaGshqGhI/AAAAAAAABD8/rvrXoA7NUaQ/s400/074.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Today I spent all day at the Artist as an Entrepreneur Institute. I left the house at 8:00 a.m. and returned after 7:00 p.m. This is the first time since EmmaMammie has joined our household that I have been apart from her for so long.</span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I came home tired and sore. Sitting and learning inside for 4-6 hour stretches creates a lot of stress on my joints. Sister Goddess Candis came over to give me a thai massage - yummy body love. As we settled into my yoga studio, ZekoMeow and GingerMama entered the room and joined us. Elly Belly was surveying us all from under the bed. This is usually the routine when healing chi takes place. All of our souls are together in the room - feeling and grounding the energy. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Tonight, I am extremely sensitive. Being around 59 creative souls has opened up energy channels and neural pathways that were long dormant. My fingers and toes tingle and Sister Goddess Candis cannot apply any pressure at all. She lays her fingers down and lets her heat seep into me. Rather than our usual stretches, we are rotating the joints - slow and easy.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">To my surprise, EmmaMammie made an appearance. She purred her way over to the yoga mats - sashaying her way right past GingerMama without even a hiss or a nod to ZekoMeow and Elly Belly. As Candis massaged the crown of my head, EmmaMammie jumped over my throat. I felt her tail swishing as it touched my lips. I sensed my throat chakra activate. Just as Candis was moving her fingers down my scalp and onto my temples, EmmaMammie did it again. She jumped over my throat from the opposite direction - her tail swishing my heartspace. </span><br /><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">She then settled on a Zabufon pillow and purred as she watched the gentle stretching and touching occur. My family sat there and held sacred space while I released the tension built up in my body. I let go of the emotions I picked up. I adjusted to the new level of sensitivity and allowed myself to go deep into my body. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Thank you EmmaMammie for joining our family tonight in ritual. Thank you for sharing your love with Sister Goddess Candis and holding sacred space for me to learn about my sensitivities and how the CHI flows within me.</span></div></div>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-20153959110207043802011-06-07T11:11:00.009-04:002011-06-10T22:34:09.193-04:00Day 2 - EmmaMammie<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616402476647356114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ddq51CjKYXw/TfF4S6gwltI/AAAAAAAABDM/VMRyW9lKwgU/s400/009.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Hi World - this house is so exciting.<br /><br />The DOG (they call her GingerMama) got the humans going at 5:45 a.m. this morning. Goddess peeked in to check up on me. We got to snuggle for a few minutes and then she gave me fresh water. Woohoo. She closed the door. I think I'll go back to bed.<br /><br />Woohoo - she's back - she smells so yummy - like grass and trees and dog and wait - she's putting something down on the floor in a pretty blue bowl - I think it's food - a big stretch - I am getting up for some of this.<br /><br />Today, I would like to get a better perspective of my space. I'm going to jump up on the table and take a look. An IPAD - ha ha ha - lots of heat coming out of this thing - I'll just rub my head here.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616402837444307602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0UvDITU__o/TfF4n6ldKpI/AAAAAAAABDU/O6laEtjVPLY/s400/006.JPG" /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>A gray Meow walked into my room today - looked like he owned the place - walked right across the room and jumped onto the windowsill and then he was gone. Perhaps I will go for a little walk today myself and explore this house and the smells and the sounds or maybe I will go take another nap for Meow.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The Gray Meow growled an intro - my name is Senor Zeko - follow the rules Little One and we will get along just fine. He even let me jump onto his bookshelf and take a catnap together. Woohoo. Meow for nowe<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616406037741634850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tbn1yEBlQmY/TfF7iMnzBSI/AAAAAAAABDs/tSMVuXE3zp8/s400/016.JPG" /></div></div>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-41244073907914738422011-06-05T21:26:00.001-04:002011-06-09T21:45:10.325-04:00A new Soul<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHTIoVeoaQE/TfF2olQswHI/AAAAAAAABDE/VyDle_dfr94/s1600/120.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHTIoVeoaQE/TfF2olQswHI/AAAAAAAABDE/VyDle_dfr94/s400/120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616400649876717682" /></a><br />Today I met my Fairy GodMother and the GodFather.<br /><br />They brought me Emma.<br />She came in a little pink cat box - so shy and sweet.<br /><br />I prepared a space for her in my creative room - she crawled under the cabinets until she could scope out her new surroundings.<br /><br />Books and more books - a standing Pilates machine - a bench - some drums - a table - electronics - and three HUmans - the GodParents and me.<br /><br />Emma came out and gave the GodFather a headbump - rubbed herself around his legs and approved of the situation.<br /><br />Noah walked into the room and joined us. Emma, LOVERGirl that she is, immediately recognized my LOVERBoy and made him her own. Ha ha ha.<br /><br />She fell in love with her bed and retired - so much excitement in one day - aware that there is so much more to explore and other souls to meet - her water untouched, she purred herself to sleep.<br /><br />Watching this soul stirs up so many emotions for me - missing Lucky Girl and feeling so blessed for the opportunity to open my heart and home to this sweet soul. Watching Emma she looks right into my eyes, stretches and comes to headbump me - her purr so strong and pure. "EmmaMammie" she tells me. "EmmaMammie" I put out into the Universe. She headbumps me again and wraps her tail around my wrist. "EmmaMammie" welcome home.<br /><br />Thank you Fairy Godmother Natty and GodFather Eddy for this OMazing gift of life and putting our soul family back together again.<br /><br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_YkzQk7zBjA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-74529528077634026502011-06-02T17:46:00.000-04:002011-06-02T17:46:16.510-04:00Romanian AdventuresHere are some of the pictures of my trip to Romania - such sweet memories - and of course being in the Mountains. Woohoo.<br /><br /><a href="http://animoto.com/play/213mHZstPSmSQM4aVzxJfw">Romanian Adventures</a>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-27581737443403587942011-06-01T10:49:00.004-04:002011-06-02T12:19:44.607-04:00Pusi Pusi<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uzxCsMMPKok/TeZUSnFBYnI/AAAAAAAABCw/ZGOyLUIfueA/s1600/078.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613266664268325490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uzxCsMMPKok/TeZUSnFBYnI/AAAAAAAABCw/ZGOyLUIfueA/s400/078.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">which means Kiss Kiss in Romanian and is the name of the PussyCat above with whom I shared a bed. I spent a week in Romania with my Mom visiting my Mom's Mom - my Mamama. Decided to go back to the roots and uncover all of our mama dramas.</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My grandma lives in Bucarest with her pussycat, Pusi. We spent two days walking around this city (a miniature Paris with its own Eiffel Tower) and eating - COVRIGI (homemade pretzels) and KLATITE (crepes) and DOVLECEI (light green zucchini). </span><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Then we took a 3 1/2 hour train ride to Brasov, a little town in the midst of mountains. This is where my Mom spent her childhood - swimming and hiking and playing. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I found a boutique hotel about 6 miles out of town and into the mountains - Poaina Brasov (which is a ski resort). This place is called <a href="http://www.chambers-charm.ro/">Chambers n Charms </a>- it only has 9 rooms - of which 5 are suites. I rented a Moroccan themed room with a bathtub large enough for three. Upon entering our suite, you felt like you had left Romania and entered into another world. The decor was sublime - red walls and blue walls - and curtains to the ceiling and teapots and hookahs and candles and carpets. This suite was OMazing with a patio overlooking the mountains. Woohoo. And Mamama loved their all you can eat breakfast served every morning. A great Woohoo to Alexandru who met our every demand and made this a most magnificent stay.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">We were met in town by friends of my parents (Doru and Michaela) who escorted us everywhere and then some.</span> We even went to the town of Bran and saw the reputed castle of Count Dracului.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>We met up with an Auntie I had never met yet - who prepared a 10 course meal (standard Romanian hospitality). I fell asleep in the third course - totally stuffed and catching up with my jetlag - ha ha ha. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>We immersed ourselves in the wonderful mountain air and hiked (Mom and me) and ate farm fresh eggs and more COVRIGI and artisanal cheeses. We laughed and sang and shared stories.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>It was OMazing reconnecting with the female members of my family - helped me recharge my batteries and get grounded. 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Discovering that I am in the same space, all these years later, is a little bit like being in the twilight zone. Especially since Auntie Maggie passed away two weeks ago. I mean, what are the odds? Of all the hotels in New York? Ha ha ha.<br /><br />the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Auntie Maggie was the first female in our family - and one of our matriarchs - to whom I opened up to about the Goddess. She read Empowering Women by Louise Hay because I asked her to so we could talk about it. she could totally relate and laugh with me regarding my experiences here. It's almost like having her here in spirit. My guardian angel. Watching over me in NYC.<br /><br />I asked for a sign. I was guided to Osho's web site and found these words:<br /><br />"There must have been something left undone, because it seems life is taking you back to a point that is hauntingly familiar. It’s only happening because your mind couldn’t conceive of the depth available, and you moved on too fast. Life won’t be side-tracked. Go deep. Dig a little more, go to the very end of it: you will always find purer gold, the deeper you go into yourself.”<br /><br />Osho, The Beloved, Vol. 1, Talk #10<br /><br />Ha ha ha. I am digging real deep Auntie Maggie. thanks for being part of my journey - even from beyond. Thank you for always empowering me to be in my feminine essence and follow my dreams. I love you, all ways.MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-31661035415272402302011-03-05T21:24:00.007-05:002011-03-06T21:29:45.583-05:00school of womanly arts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/books-about-art/642-9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 419px; height: 565px;" src="http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/books-about-art/642-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />What an OMazing feeling - being in a room with 200+ Sister Goddesses - hailing from 33 states and 8 countries - all hear to remember about the sacred feminine art of pleasure. the air is palpable with excitement and anticipation. and then Mama Gena makes her grand entrance. It's electrifying.<br /><br />She's even more OMazing in person than as the voice of our Pink Bible, School of Womanly Arts - which is page by page a manual on how to live life fully in our feminine essence. mama Gena is a pleasure expert, having made it her life lesson to research pleasure and reMIND her Sister Goddesses of the same.<br /><br />Today, we learnt how to brag- how to share our accomplishments and focus with gratitude on the good in our life. We took dance breaks to connect our minds with our bodies and let the information sink in. we laughed, we cried, we shared stories and grew closer, as a group and as women.<br /><br />10 of us had lunch together at Phillippe Chow (veggie lettuce wraps) as we exchanged names and where we were from and discovered synchronicities.<br /><br />after class, I went back to Central Park to smell the trees and see some grass. I miss my abundant tree filled front lawn. so blessed to connect with even a little bit of nature in this big city.<br /><br />Going back to the hotel, I had the sense of Deja vu. passing by Henri bendel's and arriving at my hotel from another direction, I realize I have been here before - many years ago, with my great Auntie Maggie. She would be so proud of me now.<br /><br />We start the adventure again tomorrow.MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-61711556089578418402011-03-04T21:01:00.004-05:002011-03-05T22:00:08.929-05:00New York, new York<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hostelinnewyork.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/New-York-Big-Apple1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 453px;" src="http://hostelinnewyork.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/New-York-Big-Apple1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Signed up for Mama Gena's Mastery class.<br />Got on an airplane today and headed for the Big Apple for my first weekend of Sister Goddesses and learning the art of pleasure. A little nervous about being in the city by myself. However, my curiosity took over and I started walking and exploring this OMazing city.<br /><br />I have a nice room at The Shoreham, 55th and 5th Avenue - seven blocks from Central Park. I desired to go to MOMA. Walking back to my hotel, I got lost and ended up in front of MOMA. I entered and they were giving free passes to the museum. Woohoo!<br /><br />saw some fabulous art - six floors full - had a great walk - found some healthy food at The Pump (baked falafel on a bed of greens with some cucumber and carrots and a green drink for my morning breakfast).<br /><br />Not having a bath at home and the jacuzzi being repumped - I am so very excited when i have a bathtub - i stopped at a pharmacy and bought bubble bath. I luxuriated in the hot water fragranced with jasmine and mint. And then i sat in the IJoy massage chair provided in the rooms and let it do its thing on my back, shoulders and neck.<br /><br />So stoked about tomorrow and meeting other trendsetting women who call themselves Sister Goddesses.<br />very good, very good, yay!MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-71244548222335413142011-02-14T13:11:00.000-05:002011-02-14T13:52:43.104-05:00Happy Valentine's Day<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUToweoWMgA/TVl1uUycT3I/AAAAAAAABCg/2GwMuZoip9Y/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573615452562411378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUToweoWMgA/TVl1uUycT3I/AAAAAAAABCg/2GwMuZoip9Y/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" /></a> WSM Noah and I had a Valentine's date last night.<br />What a beautiful end to a fabulous day.<br /><br /><div><p>We spent the day with our PEEPS - the people we love.<br />Long walk with GMama -<br />Spending the day with Uncle Josh<br />Valentine's dinner at Mom and Dad's with SoulMama and our family Peeps.<br />Dennis DeYoung performing STYX with an orchestra concert.<br />Woohoo.<br /><br />Last night at the Broward Performing Arts Center Au Rene Theatre, I saw him live for the very first time - at age 62 - with the same voice I used to listen come out of my record player in 1981. Woohoo. </p><p>I was giddy with glee, belly full we settled into our seats. I heard him first and felt myself melting - somewhere back in time - a deeply embedded memory of playing records in the basement in Montreal. The 42 year old who sat down became a 14 year old hip hopping air drumming singing every lyric in your seat kind of neighbor. The orchestra was OMazing giving these rock ballad operas a depth to the auricular senses as the beat reverberated around us and through us. Total Emotional Intelligence. Ha ha ha.</p><p><a href="http://www.dennisdeyoung.com/tour/">WSM Dennis</a> made me melt even more when he introduced us to his wife Suzanne of 42 years (we love you Suzanne) and then played Lady with an introductory Bolero de Ravel from the orchestra. Sigh. Heart open, body beat synchronizing to the common vibration - I felt true bliss in my heart - my head on Noah's shoulder, we sat in the relative dark - feeling our common heartbeat - we and our PEEPS. Peeps who knew the music before ME and after ME and chose to show up to soak it in.</p><p>We sang, we cried, we laughed, and we sang some more. WSM Dennis and his conception of creative harmony between the genres - Don't Let It End (with Claude Debussy Claire de la Lune) - Lorelei (with Mozart's Eine Klein Nacht) and some OMazing renditions of Sweet Madame Blue, Best of Times and the grande finale with Come Sail Away - alltime favorite - can even play the opening tune on the piano - ha ha ha.</p><p>We left the theatre feeling all warm and fuzzy - hearts full and happy.</p><p>Thank you LOVERBoy for your family and mine and WE.</p></div><div><p><br /></p><p><br /><br /><br /></p></div>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-59237123768073518042011-01-27T05:55:00.007-05:002011-01-27T06:50:01.854-05:00Happy New Year<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TUFaj5GZK4I/AAAAAAAABCE/5_YSHNr-IHA/s1600/071810Balancing.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566830187076201346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TUFaj5GZK4I/AAAAAAAABCE/5_YSHNr-IHA/s400/071810Balancing.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">HA HA HA - I'm back. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">2010 was such an OMazing year of Growth for me.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I pushed myself hard to get out of my comfort zone and try new things. So many experiences I had that scared the BEjesus out of me and pushed me back into my shell where I BEcame a shellfish and stopped sharing. Ha ha ha. </span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Except the shell does not fit anymore. It cracked and the light of love filtered in.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Slowly, as the light warms me up, I have treaded on my tippy toes so I could examine the deep dark spaces that made me feel like hiding in the first place. Being the Lucky Girl I am, I am learning to balance ever so slowly as I find my way.</span><br /><p></p><p></p><span style="font-size:130%;">Using my muscles and superpowers, I am breathing and leaning into whatever comes my way - no longer afraid or shy or quiet. Ha ha ha. Daring myself to be authentic and transparent - woohoo - and share all of the cool beans that make me ME here. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And so, on the 27th day of January, I set myself free to truly love me so that I can better love others and bring Peace to this World.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-80174207497498993672010-10-07T06:32:00.003-04:002010-11-28T22:37:41.856-05:00The Gift<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TPMFuPktTMI/AAAAAAAABBY/dsGroxvLHIc/s1600/Snapshot_20101007_2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544781858235829442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TPMFuPktTMI/AAAAAAAABBY/dsGroxvLHIc/s400/Snapshot_20101007_2.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Wow!!! My voice has been quiet here - stoking fires on other fronts - trying to find balance. </div><br /><div><br />These last few days have been challenging. My body changes again. I KNOW I need to BE STILL and allow it to happen. However, the world does not stop because one changes. Learning my priorities - allowing ME to be - to feel - to experience - to let go. </div><br /><div><br />Gentle life lessons.<br /><br />I am the seventh generation. Voices in my head, in my generation, in my immediate world - - This hurts - that is painful - it is too hard. I am learning to erase that voice through LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. Redirect and raise and praise.<br /><br />I find that it only hurts when I go against the flow. It is only painful when I forget to breathe. One day and baby step at a time makes hard become easier.<br /><br />Yes, it is quite uncomfortable to shed a skin. Babies cry when they are teething. Growth is an uncomfortable process. Otherwise, it is uncomfortable. All growth is. Shed a skin, lose a tooth - all part of the process. I am so blessed to have gentle LLs.<br /><br />The Universe prepares me for the cycle of BIRTH - this last period was quite challenging. 38 days until the egg dropped and the walls broke down. I was swollen for a week, belly protruding out and hot from my fingertips to my toes with the volcano churning within. And so vulnerable. So ungrounded in this flow of feminine ENERGY - not ready to deal with the world and my femininity - all swollen and raw as I feel now. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Thank goodness for Lucky Girl. She keeps me company and helps me stay calm. She soaks up my heat. She lays by my side and reminds me to take it slow as we nap. And then she gets me outside, sitting in the Earth, where my heat gets absorbed as I connect with the trees and we watch the squirrels.</div></div></div>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-88188013437252503132010-10-05T21:16:00.004-04:002010-11-28T21:45:20.621-05:00DIO - Done<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TPMPWnslJyI/AAAAAAAABBw/fPh1FLxinWo/s1600/Phenomenon%2B017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544792447510718242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TPMPWnslJyI/AAAAAAAABBw/fPh1FLxinWo/s400/Phenomenon%2B017.JPG" /></a> Me and GingerMama just before the Show<br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Did it, done - what an AWEsome experience.</div><div align="left">Accomplishments - </div><div align="left">1. One outfit to enter the club - see picture above - no one recognized me tonight; not my girlfriends or their hubbies/boyfriends, not my parents - ha ha ha</div><div align="left">2. One outfit for the performance - got my act together - borrowed a bodysuit from SG Lourdes which held my extra tits and buns in place so I could focus on my performance; forgot to pack my black heels, wore the slightly smaller pink wedges; and I fixed my wigs to two instead of three, so it could stay on my head - ha ha ha</div><div align="left">3. One outfit for after the show - a cute and comfortable mini and tank top and all make-up off - woohoo~@~</div><div align="left"><br />The club was packed and jamming - full capacity - </div><div align="left">here is video of my performance:</div><div align="left"><iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rNKmXtnbMNQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" width="560" type="text/html"></iframe></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">For more of the evening's experience, check out <a href="http://lygoddess.blogspot.com/2010/10/laughter-draguation.html">LAUGHter & Draguation</a>.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I did it, I did it, I'm so excited - I just can't hide it - woohoo~@~</div>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-14596994786066513182010-10-01T20:53:00.004-04:002011-06-27T12:08:27.293-04:00DIO - Dress Rehearsal<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TPML2zYNrlI/AAAAAAAABBg/TZzzILBD0WY/s1600/PICT0467.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544788602355822162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TPML2zYNrlI/AAAAAAAABBg/TZzzILBD0WY/s400/PICT0467.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Today was the worst</div><br /><div>It took me almost two hours to get into Drag</div><br /><div>I am swollen and miserable - PMSing</div><br /><div>I feel like I have gained 10 pounds since </div><br /><div>I started Drag It Out - well, at least 7 or 8 </div><br /><br /><div>Our dress rehearsal was supposed to start at 2:00 p.m.</div><br /><div>I was there - dressed and ready and sweaty (it's 97 degrees outside)</div><br /><div>The Kings and the Queens - a line up - our music</div><br /><div>the room looks awesome - the decorations are fabulous</div><br /><div>There is major excitement</div><br /><br /><div>We finally get started at 3:15 p.m.</div><br /><div>We are obviously not concerned for time here.</div><br /><div>Ha ha ha.</div><br /><br /><div>The club is a little cold for my outfit</div><br /><div>And I am not feeling so good today.<br />I am also # 18 on the program. Aahhhhhhh~@~<br />Quiet humming laughter - haaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaa</div><br /><br /><div>I do not feel confident about my routine, my outfit<br />I am in a room full of women (and some men) who can truly dance and sing<br />And have been dressing up and performing for a while<br />What was I thinking when I signed up for this?</div><br /><br /><div>Finally, it is my turn. </div><br /><div>SG Tara and SG Tabatha give me a great opening - </div><br /><div>fabu fanfare - they even sing a Hava Nagila</div><br /><div>all eyes are on me<br />for about 3 seconds... ha ha ha<br /></div><br /><div>My heels are too high, my dress is too long, my butt padding</div><br /><div>is falling down and off as I move, my wigs are coming off<br />I am not lip syncing at the same time as my lyrics<br />ha ha ha<br /></div><br /><div>Thank Goddess no one is paying attention<br />these are the longest 3 minutes 10 seconds ever</div><br /><div>I get off the stage and feel like crying</div><br /><div>I still have a 45 minute drive home; </div><br /><div>20 minutes to get out of my getup<br />and 30 minutes to wash off my makeup</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am so emotional</div><br /><div>too many hormones going on inside<br />Tomorrow will be a much better day - ha ha ha</div>For more, <a href="http://goddesscat.blogspot.com/2010/11/dio-done.html">CLICK HERE<br /></a><br /><div></div>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-67475262477566152622010-09-26T23:35:00.014-04:002011-06-27T12:06:43.000-04:00DIO - I am a DRAG QUEEN<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TPL_X3PtXzI/AAAAAAAABBI/Gmdr0gG6FJo/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544774876678414130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TPL_X3PtXzI/AAAAAAAABBI/Gmdr0gG6FJo/s400/024.JPG" /></a> Do you get that Bitch?<br />A DRAG QUEEN - not just an itty bitty performer<br />long gone are the Karaoke days<br /><br />Our last class on Thursday was beyond beyond.<br />We had an outing - fully dressed and made-up<br />We Drag Queens went on a roadtrip.<br /><br /><div><br />We drove in pairs (safe buddy system)to Wilton Manors<br />to check out the place we'd be performing.<br />I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE scoping things out -<br />helps me feel balanced and secure when I know<br />the layout - the rules - the lay of the land. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>We walk up the steps - we're on the stage</div><br /><br /><div>we experience the length and width of it all</div><br /><br /><div>and what the room is like </div><br /><br /><div>(even though it was empty and fully lit, tee hee)</div><br /><br /><br /><div>We cheered each other on as we pranced</div><br /><br /><div>in our high heels and did our routines</div><br /><br /><div>We clapped and LAUGHed and woohoo'd.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Twat La Rouge & Chocolatta had a surprise</div><br /><br /><div>We were going out into the public </div><br /><br /><div>We crossed a street in Wilton Manors </div><br /><br /><div>- one at a time, in total drag -</div><br /><br /><div>we walked as if we were models on a catwalk</div><br /><br /><div>once we got to the center of the street;</div><br /><br /><div>we screamed out our names (Alter Egos),<br />did a little half spin and kept on walking</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>It was wild!!! </div><br /><br /><div>We stopped traffic as people honked </div><br /><br /><div>and a bicyclist fell off his bike watching us<br /></div><br /><br /><div>More than that - it was a defining moment for me</div><br /><br /><div>there is something strange about screaming<br />without any attached emotion</div><br /><br /><div>it's like a disconnect with your brain and mouth</div><br /><br /><div>ha ha ha</div><br /><br /><br /><div>it was a powerful experience -<br />I am Chutzpah Hussy, you bitches.</div><br /><br /><div>Hear me Roar: "What's Going On?"</div><br /><br /><div>~@~</div><br /><br /><br /><div>P.S. The funny thing is that I felt sick all day.</div><br /><br /><div>I didn't want to go to class. I thought it would</div><br /><br /><div>be best to go home after Laughter Yoga and </div><br /><br /><div>see if I'd feel better the next day. No way, Jose.<br />I remembered that SHOWING UP is what it's all<br />about. So, I put on a smile and a shitload of makeup</div><br /><br /><div>and I had a fabulous evening. Woohoo~@~</div><br /><br /><div>For more <a href="http://goddesscat.blogspot.com/2010/10/dio-dress-rehearsal.html">CLICK HERE</a></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-15704049760542433032010-09-15T11:11:00.005-04:002011-06-27T12:04:36.664-04:00DIO - Practice makes Perfect<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544754533571855346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TPLs3vRJg_I/AAAAAAAABAw/M6E-C5cIEEA/s400/016.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>After 13 grueling weeks of transformation,<br />I am ready to perform - tee hee ~@~<br />at least I say I am<br />with a lot more bravado then I feel</div><br /><br /><div><br />I have the makeup down - more or less, if<br />I can keep from smudging the black all over<br />and I still need lots of practice on gluing my eyelashes<br />without getting glue all over, tee hee ~@~<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544754751264139266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TPLtEaPCKAI/AAAAAAAABBA/a9c1YsLGKI0/s400/009.JPG" /><br />Changing my face, my hair, my clothes -<br />entering the ALTER Ego -<br />the me that is not me,<br />that is within me,<br />tee hee ~@~<br /><br />I keep on reMINDing myself that<br />this is for the GREATER GOOD<br />my little sacrifices - time, make-up, heels,<br />getting up on stage and dancing and singing<br />feeling the fear and doing it anyway -<br />to bring awareness to <a href="http://www.dragitout.org/">Drag it Out<br /></a>this OMazing movement of Sister Goddesses<br />and this great program they have created<br />which benefits the charities they FUNdraise for<br />and helps the draguates gain so much self esteem<br />and new experiences.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Well, two more weeks and here we go~@~</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>For more <a href="http://goddesscat.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-drag-queen.html">CLICK HERE</a></div></div>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-72753783721261307102010-09-07T18:12:00.006-04:002011-06-27T12:03:22.891-04:00DIO - Who's that GIRL?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TIa47PqRgGI/AAAAAAAAA-w/V03Ex6NZc7Y/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514298121717383266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TIa47PqRgGI/AAAAAAAAA-w/V03Ex6NZc7Y/s400/037.JPG" /></a> Ha ha ha.<br /><br />This is me right after Laughter Yoga - only 98 degrees outside tonight. I had 25 minutes to put on my makeup. This is why no foundation and yet look at those eyes. I think I done good. Tee hee ~@~ WSM Noah was pretty impressed too.<br /><br />I am so proud of my work. I have an outfit and a song. I am getting the hang of this makeup. Painting your face is slightly different than painting on paper. Just need to be a little softer and gentler and slower. More loving affirmations for your face. Tee hee ~@~<br /><br />Now, I need grit. My airy fairy energy is not what I want to get out of this performance. It belittles my song, my message. I am being asked to dig deep and share intimately. SHE is ready to emerge. I am afraid to let her loose. Ha ha ha.<br /><br />Wasn't aware there were parts of me that had to be reigned back in.<br />What happens if SHE doesn't want to recede in the limelight once she's had her moment?<br />Ha ha ha - stay tuned....<br /><br />For more, <a href="http://goddesscat.blogspot.com/2010/09/practice-makes-perfect.html">CLICK HERE</a>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-90226691006217086042010-09-05T17:49:00.001-04:002011-06-27T12:01:04.484-04:00DIO - My message to the World<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514294745571802194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TIa12uicPFI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/TX_iTihPpTc/s400/08-26-10+(2).JPG" /> Classes 7 and 8 <br /><div><br /><div>I am very conscious of music. The vocalist, the words, the message. I have an opportunity to perform - to say something - okay, lip synch something. I would like it to be powerful. I am searching all kinds of music. I even entertained <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6ve17gbi6E">Diana Ross' I'm Coming Out.</a> And while I love this song and what she conveys, this is not my message.</div><br /><br /><div>Listening to my IPOD, shuffle on, letting the Universe send me a message - I hear it - "Hey, Hey, I said Hey, What's going on......." and I knew. This song was like an anthem for me when it came out in 1993. It expressed emotions I was not able to convey - a distaste for the patriarchy and the way it is interweaved in our society and my frustrations with HIStory. I also know all the words by heart. I found a disco mix which has a great beat and that I can work with. Need to get coaches' approvals - yet I am excited and giddy and pretty sure this is it.</div></div><br /><br /><p>Went to Party City to check out the options. Found a cute wig - I wonder if I can make that look with my wig. Went to Michael's and got a hot pink sharpie marker and tried to color the wig. Tee hee ~@~ It took too long and was too hot and I just stopped.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514296076630054402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TIa3ENHdVgI/AAAAAAAAA-o/MwulocOIehY/s400/027.JPG" /><br /><br /><p>WSM Vaughn a/k/a Sigh Chosis came over. He drew a color picture of the eyes I want. He took me shopping to get the colors. He came over and patiently and gently went to work on my face. He is the first person who showed me how to apply foundation correctly and have a flawless face. This is what we came up with. I need to practice if I am going to accomplish this.</p><br /><p>While WSM Vaughn worked and I waited in anticipation to see myself, GingerMama and Lucky Girl decided to hang out and watch us. Thank you WSM Vaughn for your hard work and patience.</p><br /><p>I was not so gentle with myself as I showered all this makeup off. Interesting, isn't it?</p><br /><p>Classes are getting faster paced. More information to share about tipping and arriving into a club and entourages. Reminders of who we represent - Drag It Out - and the reason and purpose for our performances - to raise awareness and funds.</p><br /><p>For more, <a href="http://goddesscat.blogspot.com/2010/09/dio-whos-that-girl.html">CLICK HERE</a></p>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887665407196746305.post-77474904084479127142010-09-04T16:55:00.002-04:002011-06-27T11:59:51.199-04:00DIO - SHE Emerges<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TIaxR64cU0I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/G8ZA9cpMAm4/s1600/July+Photos+163.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TIauRvVWkZI/AAAAAAAAA-I/EPVMkCcKT7o/s1600/07-29-19.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514286413548786066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NyR8W3ewW4/TIauRvVWkZI/AAAAAAAAA-I/EPVMkCcKT7o/s400/07-29-19.JPG" /></a> Classes 4 and 5<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Okay, time to get my look together. Being a Drag Queen means everything you wear, your hair and your makeup is exaggerated. I am a woman being a man trying to be a woman. Tee hee ~@~</div><br /><br /><div>I figured a wig was the way to go. Found this great place in Hallandale called <a href="http://www.hairtalkstudio.com/">Hair Talk Studio </a>formerly known as the Wig Outlet. Kathy helped me try on all these high end wigs made of real hair. Talk about a change. So dramatic - I couldn't believe it was me. I tried on blonde hair and brown hair, short hair and long, curly and cut. It was OMazing. And so empowering. In just a few moments, I was a whole other woman. Who would have known? Ha ha ha. Showed up in a wig to class. No body recognized me. Tee hee.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We had an auction - trading of clothes, materials, ideas for outfits. Woo hoo ~@~ Snazzed up this little black number. So unlike me. I have gone makeup shopping and bought another pair of heels (we are gradually gaining height). Tee hee ~@~ However, these long hours are definitely taking a toll. Perhaps it's just this intense summer heat.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I love, love, love the music my fellow Draguate Queens have chosen. Explicit lyrics that leave no thing to the imagination and tell it like it is. I still haven't found my beat yet. Although I am getting closer. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am OMazed by the creativity and imagination of the performances and outfits I am witnessing. How people are putting it together and making it happen. Most of the Queens have their outfit and song and make-up going on. I pray this starts to come together for me too. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>For more, <a href="http://goddesscat.blogspot.com/2010/09/dio-my-message-to-world.html">CLICK HERE</a></div></div></div>MeowGoddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06227944901156023358noreply@blogger.com0