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They never
Honored or
Respected her
While living
The father
Made certain

She was never
Rewarded or
Given awards
Or medals
Any such

The only
Bands of vows
& Chains of

Far less
Than than

So why
Why in
Death is
There a
To honor
And show

Any of it
For freedom
Which now
She has

Freedoms of
All freedom
Symbols of

Her life
Much more
Than she
And now
She is
Finally free
Of all of it

Of honoring
Her service
When honor
No longer

Of respecting
Her sacrifices
When sacrifice
Is no more

Why isn't
A celebration
Of her victory
Her biggest
Her ultimate

She would
Have wanted
A drunken
With ashes
Dumped under
A great tree
Or in a big pond
Or in the ocean

Either way
I know
She is
Still here
In my mind
In my heart
My experience
And I've
No need
For me

Being there
By words

I've learned
I deserve

~Treasa Cailleach

New Year: She-Ra & Snow Dog

Happy New Year’s again everyone. I’m doing my best to bring in the new year in the best way ever.

I started the day with a marathon of self-care and She-Ra.

So this linked site expounds on thoughts I’ve had today: “8 Reasons ’80s She-Ra Was a Feminist Badass and …” …I’m tempted to buy the action figures, though maybe for my birthday, give myself time to catch up from the current round of holidays.

I woke feeling stiff and my kids wanted attention. I had bookmarked the 2018 She-Ra on netflix ages ago but hadn’t been able to watch it. So, I set my shiatsu mat to rolling, turned on my ultrasound/infrared handheld, and hit play on episode one.

I was enthralled and everything was close enough to my memories of the show of my childhood, that everything came flooding back. I told Nathan “Apparently I have She-Ra programming in me too!”

I’m strong, I want to fight for justice, I zap people with my special powers (Reiki), I have to focus really hard to use my powers for good, I’m figuring things out as I go, and want to bring balance and set things right again. Now if I can just get my body to look like that, I’m set. It’s getting there. Hey maybe in another couple of years I’ll accomplish it.

I told Nathan though, my hair doesn’t do what hers does, and wouldn’t unless there was an “UP fan” blowing on me constantly. I explained my hair is so thin and has absolutely no body, so even when I’ve coated it in enough hairspray to be crunchy it still droops and ends up flat. I can’t even hold curls without a perm and for me perms wear off in half the time of other people.

Regardless, I’m definitely seeing some similarities to my life though, at least if you’re talking in broad quality descriptions. It also stirred a desire to not only finish the new reboot, but also to revisit the show of my youth.

Anyway, our marathon was 3 or 4 episodes before my kids got antsy to play in the falling snow. So we stopped the Roku and got bundled up in layers. It’s the first real snowfall Kansas City has had this winter and I wanted to make sure we could enjoy it for a long while.

Outside: I pulled kids around in the sled, I sent the two littles sliding down our little hill, we had snowball fights, I made a Snow-Angel, Anya built a small snowman, and I made a Snow-Dog. It was a ton of fun. (Pics below) the snow dog is not as impressive as the girl with cat and teddy bear I did a decade ago in KC, KS, see those here in my 3D artwork gallery.

Once we came back in, I built a fire in the fireplace, Nathan made hot cocoa, kids were sent to play in their room and I’m taking my Epsom Salt bath. So far it’s a splendid day.

May your new year start equally splendidly. May you have good times and understand where some of your programming came from. May all of your programming be helpful once you understand it more fully. May you help save the world. And finally may you know your are loved, God supports you, and your kids have the best chance of any generation to help make things right in our world.

Om Shanti

Hooray 500!

So apparently I have written 500 posts throughout the last 4.5 years. Everything from my short snippets like my last post to 3000+ word rants and fantastical tales.

Usually though my posts seem to come in around 1500 words. That is just a manageable size that only takes me an hour or so to write (2 or 3 if distracted).

Anyway, less about statistics and more about the happy dance. Again, like running, writing was once a hated requirement. Now I seem to love it, it is so helpful for my brain to process things in my world. Sometimes to release them and end rumination. Sometimes to intentionally focus for better thoughts and momentum towards desires. Sometimes it’s merely to feel like my little human self is important to others outside of my daily routine.

Whatever the reason, I’m oh so grateful that I made friends with writing. I still consider myself a better creative writer than informational writer, but I’m very glad I am able to do both. Especially, since it will help me in writing my classes.

May you all make friends with things that ultimately help you be a better person. May you find your voice and know there are people out there that care. May you have good writing days and wonderful topics to offer discourse on. May you enjoy your life more than not, and finally, may you celebrate your accomplishments even when you might be the only one that cares.

Siva Hir Su

Happy mother’s day… Even Mr. Moms’

It’s for all the screaming you survived.

It’s for all the tantrums you calmed.

It’s for the broken windows and plugged toilets fixed.

It’s for the late nights and all-nighters soothing infant needs.

It’s for feeding your baby even though cracked nipples scream in agony.

It’s for finding the best, healthiest way to replace your dried up breats when your baby cries in gut wrenching hunger; and then taking the time to mix a complicated convoluted concoction (not from a can) aimed at mimicking the the blessed bounty they were supposed to have produced.

It’s for winning when post partum was determined to make you loose.

It’s for working so damn hard to ensure your baby really had the best available options both in pregnancy and birth and everything following.

It’s for sticking up for your inner by knowing what you were being told went so strongly against what your inner being knew that it was simply not okay to listen.

It’s for taking the time you need to love yourself so the whole mess can continue until they are grown.

Yet, It’s for all the things done while exhausted, semi-exhausted, frustrated, overwhelmed, or just plain “DONE”, because they simply had to be done- and now!

It’s for cleaning the floors 20 times a day because children trash the house faster than it can be cleaned.

It’s for replacing broken toys even though you swore at them you wouldn’t.

It’s for being proud of your baby, while still scared shitless, because they just climbed out of the crib,or over the baby gate, or scaled way too tall furniture.

It’s for teaching them the reason to desired to learn more, for teaching them why they want to talk or learn to read or write.

It’s for clothing your baby when they would rather have toys, and doing your best to ensure next time they can have both.

It’s for fielding scary dreams and straight up night terrors.

It’s for doing all the errands, running hundreds of places, filling schedules, to ensure kids don’t just get the needs, they get the wants and the friends and the fun things to do too.

It’s for making 12 meals per day for each kid because half end up on the floor and another quarter of them rejected.

It’s for teaching them how to navigate new technology to turn around and educate them on hazards and how to avoid all the scary things that could happen with it.

It’s for listening to the same question 8 times, quickly followed by another and another and another all on repeat.

It’s for navigating all of the picky stubborn choices of toddlers, on top of the fact that multiple can never agree on anything.

It’s for in and out, in and out, in and out, were you born in a barn!

It’s for soggy diapers and pee on the floor.

It’s for poo finger prints and toilet paper wads.

It’s for arguments and bickering.

It’s for scraped knees and bruised egos.

It’s for teaching them all the wrong words.


It’s also for playing quietly.

It’s for smiles and giggles.

It’s for snuggles and hugs.

It’s for being there for firsts.

It’s for teaching them how to be human.

It’s for love, unconditional and strong.

It’s for story time and bedtime rituals.

It’s for playing castle.

It’s for teaching kindness and gentleness with kittens and dogs.

It’s for bedtime meditations.

It’s for explaining how to listen to inner being and find calm.

It’s for birthday and holiday gifts, but more for seeing and loving their responses to them.

It’s for seeing the tiny deliberate creator and doing your best to show them how to get what they want the best way.

It’s for being there for your spouse, when you’ve been there for all this.

It’s for building and maintaining the bonds of love that keep it all together and keep it from fraying at the edges.

It’s for giving your all every day, even when you don’t feel up to it.

Anyone that births a child is super human, and those that suffer through the aftermath and still keep the love are Gods and Goddesses.

May you know your divinity and your strengths. May you know you have done well. May you see your gifts and relish your bountiful babes. May you love with all your heart and know all of the good you have done. May you know God loves you just the way you are. May you know that life was created and will continue because of your efforts. May you know your presence in this world is priceless and invaluable to the human race, the world, and God. May you know you are loved.