MYTHIC DREAMS

As soon as I discovered this champagne pink body suit I knew I wanted it to be paired with a statement piece around my waist. The only combination that I truly loved was with my belly dancing shall with jingling faux coins. I have a very special love for this shall because of the beautiful noise it makes when I dance as well as the way it reminds me of what dancers in Ancient Greece would have worn. I imagine my faux coins are the real thing they once used as they chime along with every move. For almost as long as I can remember I have felt a deep connection to Ancient Greece, in particular the mythology I’d consider one of my first true loves. I spent the day imagining myself as an Ancient Greek beauty and it inspired me to work with some of my favorite myths to recreate stories of my own, painting myself onto oil of some of the tales that have been sources of inspiration for me.

I would have to consider the tale of Orpheus my favorite of the Greek myths. It truly is an awe inspiring tale of epic love and tragedy. Orpheus was an exceptional musician who had been taught by his father Apollo. Orpheus’ skill level was such that even animals would gather to listen to him play his beautiful notes. It would be his music that become his bridge between heaven and hell as he goes on his journey of love redemption. The tale begins with the marriage of Orpheus to Eurydice. The two loved one another with a love that burned brighter than any other but their happiness would not last. One day while Eurydice was frolicking in the wood she captured the attention of a Satyr. Eurydice refused his advances and was forced to flee. In her haste to get away she ran into a pit of snakes and was killed. Orpheus was devastated. He began to play a song that was so sorrowful that he captured the attention of the world, including the Olympians. His father Apollo descended to the Earth and offered his son assistance. Orpheus was led to the entrance to Hades itself. He played his mourning song for the ferryman who was so moved he agreed to transport Orpheus across the River Styx into the Underworld. Once in the Underworld Orpheus played his mourning song time and again, moving all that he met into sorrow, until finally he was granted an audience with Hades the Lord of the Underworld himself. Hades and his Queen Persephone too were moved by the song of love and longing. Hades decided to make a deal with Orpheus. He could lead his love back up to the land of the living under one condition, Orpheus had to trust Eurydice was following behind him, he could not look behind him or she would be sucked back into the underworld. The pair began their trek back to the surface and were just about to reach the land of the living when Orpheus began to fall prey to doubts. “What if I’ve been fooled?” He wondered. “What if Eurydice hasn’t been following along behind me at all?” Unable to resist temptation, as Hades knew he would be, Orpheus turned and looked behind him. There was just enough time to glimpse the look of sadness on Eurydice’s face before she disappeared beneath the surface. The mourning song that Orpheus played from that moment on was beautifully unbearable. He soon was killed by Maenads at the behest of Dionysus but his head remained intact with his essence. He spent the remainder of his existence as an Oracle.

I have a special place in my heart for Hermes, known by the Romans as Mercury. Mercury is the ruling planet of my zodiac sign Virgo. Hermes shares a divine link with the Archangel Michael who is a protector on my path.

I love the story of the fall of Troy because you can view the story from so many angles. My favorite is the story of Paris and Helen. Helen is famously known as “the woman who launched a thousand ships” Helen was rumored to be the most beautiful woman in the world and as a daughter of Zeus it was likely true. Paris fell in love with Helen while visiting Sparta as an Emissary from Troy. Helen reciprocated the feelings and Paris stowed her away on a ship back to Troy. When all is uncovered Paris refuses to return Helen knowing that they will kill her. Agamemnon the brother of Helen’s slighted husband declares war and ships are launched for Troy. The Siege on Troy lasts for 10 years and Helen is never surrendered. When Troy finally falls is when the story of Odysseus’ Odyssey begins.

The myth of Cupid and Psyche was the first I ever remember reading. Psyche was a mortal woman the most beautiful the world had ever seen. She was so beautiful that Aphrodite the goddess of Love grew jealous. She sent her son Cupid with his bows to shoot Psyche and make her fall in love with a hideous monster. When Cupid saw Psyche he was distracted by her beauty, the rumors had been true. He dropped his own arrow upon his own foot and fell in love instantly. In the night Cupid came cloaked in darkness to express his love for her. Despite her inability to see him she felt her heart return his favor. Cupid made it clear that they could be together happily, he would come to her in the night but she could never look upon his face. For a time

Psyche was alright not knowing the identity of her lover, until her sisters began planting seeds of doubt. “What if he’s a hideous monster? A beast?”

When Psyche could ignore the doubts no longer she devised a plan. While her lover slept she held up a mirror before his face and illuminated his beauty with the flickering glow of her candle. She was shocked by her ethereal beauty. Unnoticed by Psyche candle wax dripped onto Cupid’s nightshirt and burned him. Betrayed he fled into the night. Afterwards he was hidden by Aphrodite. Psyche searched for him aimlessly and in desperation finally asked Aphrodite for help. Aphrodite set before her a series of tasks so daunting that she was nearly killed in the process. Through the power of their love Cupid sensed his beloved departing the Earth and was able to fly his way to her. Witnessing this great love Zeus decided to thwart Aphrodite and grant psyche immortality. Psyche and Cupid brought a divine child into the world who’s name translates into the world pleasure.

Another turn on the wheel of the hero’s journey, I’ve traveled centuries just to breath life back into our stories.

Hecate, Goddess of Magick and wicked light, walks hand in hand with the wildness of midnight. Join her to dance beneath the moon when the clock strikes.

If pandora had known she was a pawn in Zeus’ game I wonder if she would have treated the box the same. Chaos reigns but if you look inside you’ll see hope remains.

THE GIRL IN THE SPIDER'S WEB

When I found this button up I was instantly reminded of spider webs and fell in love with it. I have a great reverence for spiders and consider them one of the most sacred of my personal anima spirit guides. Spiders are the sacred animal of the Native American Goddess Spider Woman, also known as Grandmother Spider. Of all the Goddesses who hold soul resonance for me Spider Woman truly connects to me in a way that I truly cannot describe. I think of her as my divine grandmother, the weaver with destiny in the palm of her hand. Because of all the inspiration her connection has brought into my life I have decided to dedicate this entry to her.

In the myth of Spider Woman she created all that we know the mountains, rivers, deserts and all else beauteous by weaving together the rays of the sun. She wove and wove until all of Earth’s landscape came into existence, except for the humans which she made individually from clay. From the crown of each human rose a golden thread of of connection to Spider Woman so that they always had access to her wisdom and love. Form the heavens Spider Woman wove together the destinies of the humans that she created, never missing a single detail. Even in moments that to an individual seemed full of darkness or uncertainty Spider Woman was weaving far ahead of what they could see bringing everything into perfect alignment for the highest good of all. Spider woman is a reminder to us that the hand of divine timing is always in flow, creating a world of opportunity for us. She also reminds us that we can connect to the divine at anytime simply by knowing we hold the key within our crowns. The divine is always present within the sacred space of your consciousness waiting to be heard by you. Just follow the golden thread.

Whenever you notice an abundance of spiders around you this is a signal to take destiny into your hands and work with the divine to create the life of your dreams. Spiders choose to work with those who have the power to determine their own fate. Spiders seak out weavers. Weavers are those who recognize the power of free will and how to walk in harmony with the divine plan. Spiders also remind us of the importance of patience, persistence and attention to detail. Success comes through vision and follow through, one of the spiders most noticeable gifts. The way the spider weaves together its web with perfect precision invites us to to the same with the visions we have for our own abundant lives.

We are woven together by the same great hand of love. The eternal feminine Grandmother Spider leaves us a constant reminder through the spinnings of her eight legged descendants. Do not run from that which brings you closer to yourself. Instead let your gaze follow as they spin, perhaps inspiration will strike and the next phase of your destiny can begin.

Oh how the webs I weave lead me to the heart of the eternal flame unfolding within my being. Spinning my way from one lifetime to the next, when destiny is on the line there’s no time to rest.

I only bite if you wander into my web without invitation. Come a little closer if you want me to leave a mark with a lasting sensation.

Dripping with the divine, I’ve got true love on the line, spinning its way closer right before my eyes. I’ve got a taste for the wilder side of life and baby you look like you could go for a bite.

SEX CELLS

Even though this sheer floor length dress was printed in delicate daisies something about it made me feel instantly sexy from the moment I put it on. I chose to pair it with a bra and pair of shorts. The combination made me feel so free and confident in my skin my sensual nature couldn’t help but be amplified. I was in the type of mood where nothing sounded better than an erotic evening in the arms of my lover.

While my sexuality has always been vibrant in expression and a vital part of my nature I have found myself increasing in sexual appetite and fluidity the deeper I sink into my spirituality. Divine love has truly opened my eyes to the wonders of erotic love and the magic that can be unlocked when you share your physical and spirit body with another from a place of true intimacy.

Still we live in a world where the expression of sexuality is often demonized, specifically in women. I have reached a point in my life where erotic love and sexuality bring me such freedom I would love to see nothing more than these societal bonds broken and the unfoldment of a new era of wild love. The time to reclaim our sexual power has long been upon us. It’s time to talk proudly about our fantasies and wildest cravings. It’s time to talk about our most favorite pleasures. It’s time to talk about the things we love and loathe behind closed doors. In fact in time to fling the doors open wide and allow the world to behold us in our divinely inspired erotic joy. Let’s bring our ecstasy out of the shadows and orgasm cosmically. Let’s use our sacred sexual energy to manifest the lives of our dreams. Let the sounds of your pleasure reach the heavens and know that the divine smiles.

Join me beneath the sheets and I’ll introduce you to the astral realms. let’s blur the lines between you and I, find the sea of tranquility and take a dive.

Lotus flower kisses between my thighs, you’ve got a look like wild honey in your eyes. Soul shivers escape down my spine, somewhere between reality and fantasy I’ve lost the time.

Wild abandon. You’ve sent waves up my spine now I’m barely standin. Another taste before you go? I know you like it when my hips move slow. They’re spelling your name in a serpentine rhythm, your hypnotized again with a flick of my tongue.