Saturday Sleepover

Sunday, August 26, 2018





Now that they aren't together every day, having sleepovers is THE BEST. They play and talk and snuggle at bedtime and I feel like the luckiest mama/aunt in the world. We did water balloons, playground, Smoothie King, unicorn pool, and a bedtime movie. We almost have our summer bucket list checked off, too!

Witches Midwives & Nurses

Friday, August 24, 2018
"When faced with the misery of the poor, the Church turned to the dogma that experience in this world is fleeting and unimportant. But, there was a double standard at work, for the Church was not against medical care for the upper class. Kings and nobles had their court physicians who were men, sometimes even priests. The real issue was control: male upper-class healing under the auspices of the Church was acceptable, female healing as part of a peasant subculture was not."
The fact that this is still relevant today, centuries after the witch hunts, is reason enough that we should all be feminists. Let the poor suffer and condemn anyone who tries to help or heal them, while the rich enjoy the luxury of decent health care.

What a sick society we still live in.

Witches Midwives & Nurses is a history of women healers. It highlights how women used to the be primary healers as herbalists & midwives before patriarchy ostracized them from practice. I mean, and not only ostracized them...literally executed most of them. It is a short read and was born out of the 1970s feminists who realized how women were being abused by the current medical system. How many of us, present day, have been dismissed or talked to condescendingly by a male doctor? I know I'm raising my hand. This little pamphlet turned booklet was born out of that frustration. I think if you have ever uttered the words "I don't need feminism because I know I'm not oppressed." this is a book you should certainly read. I've been fascinated by the history of women healers since I started working at the health store years ago. I'm glad to have read this one.

American Jennie

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

She was the American mother of Winston Churchill and I must admit that her life was far juicier than I ever imagined it would be. She had many lovers (est. 200!) while married to three men, two of whom were twenty years her junior. She was known for her remarkable beauty, vitality, and sexual magnetism. One of her lovers was the Prince of Wales, who became King and was her close friend until his death. I also learned that in England during the Edwardian era, a common cure for a toothache was cocaine. So, that was interesting. Jennie lived outside her means her entire adult life. There was constant money woes but no one would have guessed it because it never slowed her down. There were still couture dresses, travel, and luxuries of manor life. The amount of money she could blow, back when things cost so little, is quite surprising.

The book lost me several times when it would go into detail on who quick mentions were. It made it hard to keep everyone straight. I just zone out and it doesn't matter a chapter later. I find the Edwardian/Victorian era fascinating, so I enjoyed this book. It was nice getting to know Jennie.

Katy Owl

Sunday, August 12, 2018

This photo was taken at least five years ago, at a PowWow in a nearby county. I had ridden along with Ash who was there on a photo gig. I remember sitting on some bleachers when the drumming started and I suddenly felt like I was having like a panic attack. I got tunnel-vision, my heart was pounding inside my chest, and I literally had to get up and walk off to regain my composure. It felt very spiritual and ancestral. Like, the cell-memory of my ancestors sprang to life inside my body. It definitely left me a little shaken up.

Fast-forward to back in mid-June, Kaypacha mentioned that we should take the time to get in touch with our ancestors and that is exactly what has happened in the past few weeks. It all started when an old customer/friend from Natural Health showed up at the Nutrition Center. He's a gentle soul and crazier than a bedbug and I love him. The first time I met him, he walked in and said, "Holy cheekbones, Mama, you got some Indian blood in you!" He also has native ancestors. We've had some real good talks over the years. We talk ancestral ways, spirit guides, and weird history. I told him I knew that my mother's mother's heritage was allegedly Cherokee. According to my grandma, her grandmother was a full-blooded Native American...half Cherokee & half Shawnee. But, during our recent talk, I shared with him a discovery that some of my father's mother's people are the Melungeons of eastern Tennessee/Western NC. They were the Goins family, one of a handful of surnames recognized to be among the Melungeons. Members of my extended family still reside in eastern Tennessee. After talking with CD, I went home inspired to do a little more digging and I hit the jackpot. Thank goodness for distant relatives, much smarter than I, who did all the heavy lifting in the genealogy department. Past the Melungeon link, I found out that my 7th great grandmother (father's mother side) was Katy/Charity Tsi na qui Owl. Her father was John Tsi na qui Chin nin quih Owl, who took on the surname Senelle. They were both born in Virginia, traveled down through North Carolina, possibly close to Cherokee, and on down to the north Georgia mountains where they lived high on a mountaintop that is now a winery. What a revelation!! The Owl clan of the Cherokees were the feather keepers. And, I am forever finding and keeping feathers. Bergen threw away a bag of my feathers when we moved last and I contemplated a divorce. A few years ago, I was adopted by the red-tailed hawk and it never fails to guide my path. On a particular worrisome trip to see my dad, who was in bad health, I counted 5 on the two hour drive. It was insane.

I'm interested to know my mother's mother's side now too. I wonder what clan they were from. As a child, I stayed browned by the sun and this coarse mess of curls has always made me curious about the people they come from. I spent my childhood running wild through the woods and it always felt like home. I wonder what Katy Owl thinks of her 7th great-granddaughter. As someone who has vocally protested the government's horrific treatment of indigenous people and brown-skinned immigrants, I hope she's proud.

If I Could

Friday, August 10, 2018

...I would travel the classic car show circuit for at least a year or two. Every time they come to town, I am all 'Look at that one!' and 'Oh, man...look at THAT one!' If you are local, they always congregate in the hotel parking lot at the University Plaza. It's like a free car show with the occasional burnout. Folks line their chairs up alongside the road in front of the hotel.

I love classic cars and especially love talking to people who are just hanging out, having a good time, reminiscing about days gone by. My dad has a very impressive list of cars he used to own which includes, among many others, a '70 Nova, '67 Impala, '69 Mach 1 Mustang, '74 Torino, and a '57 Chevy Bel Aire. I have baby pics of me on the hood of the Chevy. It was black with flames painted on it.

I really was one cool baby...

Summer Bucket List #26 Family Kickball!

Thursday, August 09, 2018

Today, we had a front come through that brought rain and much cooler temps so we took advantage and played a little family kickball at Grandma's house!

First of all...nobody ever knew which way to run. It was hilarious. The girls would run from home to 2nd or from 1st to 3rd. One time, Kicky just picked up third base and tossed it away. It was fifteen minutes of mayhem and giggles. Nobody got tagged out. Everybody won.

Best of all...Naiya and Ash got to play with us!





We didn't want to overtire Naiya so we kept it short and sweet. But, it was so fun!! Viva la summer evenings!!