Happy Women’s Day ~My own Story

Happy women’s day, lovelies. This is a day to celebrate the struggles and victories of women all over. Whether they are recognized as women, or in the closet with their identity hidden – they deserve a round of applause.

I write about plenty of women and female-identifying characters. It’s long been a passion of mine, ever since I was a child in fact, to see better women identifying characters. Even as an itty-bitty child, I noticed that women were treated differently, often poorly, and that many of their characters were secondary and poorly written.

To this, I would like to offer a story that comes to mind.

Once upon a time, there was a herd of geese in my childhood backyard. Now, if you know anything about geese, you’ll know they’re watchdogs and they can be downright vicious. And these were untrained, relatively wild, geese. They were ‘domestic’, but they bit to give an opinion of themselves.

Well, one day, as this flock grew up, a certain goose distinguished himself. He chased us children (and bit!), herded the flock, and heckled the other geese. We named him Cesar, being little history nerds.

Come one day, the other geese were losing their feathers to Cesar, who was pecking them. So, Cesar was removed from the flock and put in an isolated cage.

It was in this cage that Cesar laid his first egg. Cesar was a female!

To an impressionable little child, this was quite the lesson. Females, women, could be quite badass and territorial. It was a lesson that, truth be told, repeated itself quite often. Often it was the females in the flocks that would stand out, become prized pets, and try and bully all the others.

To me, nature showed me that women, females, could be very much everything males could be, simply because they both had souls and personalities. Women weren’t ‘less than’ or ‘half witted’ or somehow inferior. They were just as present, motivated, and clever as the males. It isn’t nature that makes women ‘inferior’ or ‘second class’, but society.

I could go on a huge rant about how gender norms affect women and how they really just need to go. But for today, I want to keep the focus on women. Let’s celebrate them, their achievements, and see how far as a society we need to go to achieve equity.

I’ve attached a picture here that I’ve recently done. It contains Rita, a martial artist, in a Farfadelian novel I’m working on, and a swan that follows her throughout the story. A swan is not exactly a goose, but they’re quite as badass and vicious, I’ve heard.

I chose this picture because, to me, it shows how women can be completely badass and lead their way, inspired by the power of the women in the natural world.

I hope you celebrate well, and have a great day ❤

I Asked! I Received! AKA I got a Dream! And a Life Update! So Much Happy!

Y’all, something happened to me that I’m just so excited about! Y’all, I got ANOTHER DREAM!

You see, after writing my post last night, when I went to bed I prayed to receive a dream to help me advance in the story. And it happened. I had an epic dream, bringing in elements I’d have never thought of before, completely explaining why I had a hard time drawing out the other main character (I was missing a giant part of his character!) and tying the two main characters together.

I hope no one out there is sick of hearing me rant about my dreams. They blow me away every time. To me, my dreams are always these freak ‘coincidences’ that prove to me that there’s something out there, listening and watching and paying attention to us. Having this kind of guidance when it comes to writing a) blows my mind, b) makes it easier to sort out the stories in unusual ways and c) makes me so happy I’m medicated.

I never got helping dreams before I medicated and got stable. It was always just nightmares, nightmares that made me afraid to go back to sleep. Y’all, I used to sleep only three to four hours a night for about two to three years, just because I was so terrified of my dreams and of nighttime in general. It was awful.

But you know what else happened to me the other day? It happened a little bit also last night, but not too strongly.

I started hearing voices as I fell asleep! And if anyone tells me I was shamanizing, I’mma hit you with a bucket. Because I was not. I was basically sleepwalking/dreaming awake/experiencing a form of sleep paralysis.

Being a good little person, I up and called my psychiatrist right away, and she called me back and assured me that unless it becomes recurring and causes other symptoms to return, it’s fine.

Y’all, it was terrifying. I was so afraid that all my progress was about to be undone, and that I’d be going back to hallucinating during the day and being anxious and incoherent all over and gah! It’s moments like those that I realize how precious my mental state is and how privileged and lucky I am to have come so far.

I mean, I’ve been able to start meditating! I’ve been praying devotionally for 15 ish minutes at a time 2- 3 times a day this week and (besides the sleep paralysis event) I’ve had no bad results! Y’all, that is HUGE!

I’m doing so much better, it really makes me happy, truly. It also makes me feel like I should do more to reach out and help other pagans who might be struggling, but, somehow, the better I get the less qualified I feel? I’m not sure why. I ‘know’ that what works for me won’t necessarily work for someone else, but I dunno, I feel like if I’m not struggling myself, I shouldn’t be telling others what to do.

Anyways, this has been a (lengthy) update post! I hope y’all are doing good and will have a lovely time of today! Much love and happiness to you all 🙂 ❤