If the picture below is anything to go by, to “Like your body” means to go naked. I can see why: When a person is naked, they are showing all that they are to the world. They are saying “This is me” without shame.
The naked body is inherently good, and we (human beings) were meant to be naked without shame:
God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.
And the man and his wife were both naked and were not ashamed.
Wild Women follow no religion, we follow the teachings of our ancestors and Nature is our temple. Nature is our Mother and teacher. Our sisters provide the strength we need, and the Goddess holds us within her heart. The Wild Woman follows nothing but her Wild Heart.
Wild Women follow no religion…
In the Garden of Eden, there was no such thing as religion. There was no need. Because Eve walked side-by-side with her creator, able to talk about anything, anytime, as easily as you talk to a loved one who is lying in bed with you. It wasn’t until after the Fall that Eve had to find a new means of maintaining her relationship with her creator.
…we follow the teachings of our ancestors and Nature is our temple.
Before the Fall, Eve lived in Nature. Specifically, in a garden. A garden called “Eden.”
Regarding following “the teachings of our ancestors”:
“Everything must be fulfilled that is written about me in the Law of Moses, the Prophets and the Psalms.” ~Luke 24:4
I’m not implying that Jesus is a Wild Woman. He’s not a woman. But: He is wild:
Then the high priest tore his robes and said, “He has uttered blasphemy. What further witnesses do we need? You have now heard his blasphemy.”
I am saying that following the teachings of one’s ancestors — fulfilling (i.e., doing) what was written — was essential to Eve’s salvation.
Nature is our Mother and teacher.
Question: What do a woman and a tree have in common?
Our sisters provide the strength we need…
…and the Goddess holds us within her heart.
The Wild Woman follows nothing but her Wild Heart.
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart…
Erotica: Literature or art intended to arouse sexual desire.
Lately I’ve found myself writing poems that, I realize, could be classified as erotica.
The reason I say that is: Sexual arousal is a theme that runs through both of them.
And that got me thinking: Oh no.
The reason why is: I don’t want to be some E.L. James type.
I want to be better than that.
I’m not saying that I want to consider myself superior to E.L. James as a person. No one is “superior” to anyone else. We’re all fallible human beings doing the best we can with what we have.
What I am saying is: From a purely literary perspective, I want there to be more to my writing than there is to a novel like 50 Shades of Grey.I want the (potentially) arousing aspects of my writing to point to something more: to not just be arousal for the sake of arousal.
“…a woman’s breasts, hips, bottom, and lips all proclaim the glory of the Lord! Each womanly part honors Him.”
What I’m trying to do is show how sexual feelings “proclaim the glory of the Lord!”
My protagonists, as a result of what they are feeling upon laying themselves bare or consenting to another’s touch, are undergoing an awakening. They are realizing that their reality is not as they thought it was and, thus, must choose how to respond.
So, in this post, I want to share with you what I have done in order to keep myself motivated to get out of bed in the morning:
Get a job. I initially balked at the prospect of getting a job. But I knew I had to do it — I knew that I didn’t want to spend my life on the couch, living off the charity of others. So, despite the grumbling of that lazy, entitled, refuse-to-take-responsibility part of myself, when a job opportunity presented itself I jumped at it. And I am so glad I did. Sure, my work could use improvement. More than once, my boss has expressed disappointment at my performance. But, I keep at it. And I figure that as long as the paychecks keep coming, than I must be doing something right.
I’m not at Kiki levels of productivity…
…but I’m getting there.
Plus, if nothing else: My job allowed me to have enough money to get an Xbox One after my Xbox 360 got the Red Ring of Death.
Have a spiritual life. If you’re spiritual/religious than, if you don’t already, get in the habit of praying at least twice a day — a prayer before you go to sleep and a prayer right after you wake up.
Even if it’s only 5 seconds long and consists of two words — “Hi, (insert name of higher power here).” — praying will do you good.
As the name of my blog implies, I’m a Catholic. I was raised in the Catholic faith and, so far, my faith hasn’t let me down.
Realize that you aren’t alone. Chances are that if you’re reading this post, you’re in a similar position: You’re not in college and are wondering What the deuce do I do now?
Well, one of the ways to not despair is to know that you aren’t struggling alone. There are people who have gone through, or are going through, what you are, and either they need you to help them, you need their help, or both.
After all: In order to slay the Kaiju that is Despair, you can’t do it alone…
(I picked Crimson Typhoon because, even though it does get destroyed, I think it’s the coolest Jaeger.)
Surround yourself with beautiful things. I don’t know about you, but: The 24-hour news cycle of terrorist attacks, natural disasters, presidential incompetence, rapes, and murders depresses me. It makes me ask the one question I never want to find myself asking: Should I keep on living?
So, what do I do? I focus on the good in life instead.
Instead of scratching my head over Donald Trump’s latest tweet…
…I listen to my favorite song instead:
It’s much more relaxing.
Do what you love. I’m currently teaching myself how to write screenplays.
I’m doing this because I discovered that, in my free time, I would frequently read film reviews. There was just something about the reviews by Steven Greydanus and Jeffrey Overstreet that hooked me. That kindled within me a passion for film. A passion to not just critique art, but create it. Because anyone can criticize. But not everyone can create.
Lately that passion to create has, unfortunately, been fueled by anger at the incompetence of fellow Christian film enthusiasts…
…reviewers are sadly out of touch with ticket buyers. In fact, they are so far out of touch that most of them pick only one blockbuster movie, and many mediocre “independent” movies and boring foreign language movies that appeal to only a few moviegoers.
~WAR ROOM’s A+ cinemascore tells the story
…but still: I’m glad to be doing something I love. Even if it can be hard.
You’re not perfect.
You’ve failed before, and you’re going to fail again.
But is that going to be the end of you?
Because: You love yourself, flaws and all.
You know that what you have to offer the universe is unique.
And you know that it’ll be a cold day in Hell before you let life get away with sucker-punching you.
Since “masculinity” — i.e., how men see themselves and their fellow man — is, as the meaning of the word implies, an issue that uniquely effects men, should a woman have a say in such an issue?
On the one hand: Yes. How men see themselves effects not just men, but women too. Specifically: It effects how men will treat women.
On the other hand: No. A woman will never experience, in the same way that a man will experience, what it feels like to hear words like “Be a man.” i.e.: A woman will never be effected in the same way that a man will be by the issue of masculinity. (Hence why I said that masculinity is an issue that “uniquely effects” men.)
So, if it’s OK for a woman to give her views on, for lack of a better term, “man subjects” like the question of “What does it mean to be masculine?” since masculinity effects not just men but women too, than how is it not OK for men to talk about “women subjects” like, for example, abortion, since the death of offspring does effect men too by, for example, denying a man the opportunity to be a father.
*Masculinity: Possession of the qualities traditionally associated with men.