Thursday, 17 November 2011

Real Girl Power

Two articles got brought to my attention this week. The first was about the sexualisation of young girls. It is well worth a read.

In an age that has gone crazy with visualising a paedophile around every corner and telling our children they aren't safe to play out I can't quite believe that there are parents who think that high heels and red lipstick for littlies is okay. Sadly though I've seen it with my own eyes I can't tell you how uncomfortable it makes me. In my mind it verges on the criminal. On the one hand we are paranoid that someone might kidnap our young children for perverted pleasures long before the age of consent and on the other hand we think it's okay to dress them up like women over the age of consent or worse like little hookers. As a society we are giving girls such wrong and mixed messages about how to be. Girl power is not about flaunting sexuality but something so much deeper. Sure it's about owning it and knowing it, but not this. Owning and knowing your sexuality is not the same as needing to be sexy to be accepted and desirable. Stop brainwashing girls from a very young age that looking like this is the only way to go in this world.

We should be teaching our young teenage girls about their bodies and hormonal cycles, how to be naturally healthy via nutrition and exercise and how to have liberated but safe sex. We should be empowering them to own their sexuality not give it away. We should give them a loving world that accepts different body shapes and sizes, one that encourages them to find their own unique look and walk forward as confident young women. We should not be grooming them from tiny to be sexually acceptable objects.

The other article that go me thinking was about the HPV vaccine. Every time I hear or read something like this it deeply saddens me. I wish people would wake up to the fact that whilst there are thousands of people in this world dedicated to saving lives with their research, there are also hundreds of pharmaceutical companies just seeing pound and dollar signs before their eyes rubbing their hands in glee. Greed under the guise of saving lives is despicable. Young developing bodies need extra care and nutrition, not to be hit with vaccines that have not been properly researched. Anyway the upshot is, regardless of your view of vaccinations, parents and young women should be given all the information so they can make the right choices for themselves individually about this, without being pressurized by Big Pharma.

The Dreadess xx

Sunday, 13 November 2011

Raw Soup

Today I had my first raw soup. A dear friend and I, both of us having dabbled in and out of our own raw food moments full of intent but not as long lasting as we had hoped, whipped up our first soup, together. Sweet potato, leeks, a hint of chilli and garlic, coconut milk and hot water ... blended up in a few minutes of high speed whizzing and ta da ... there it was. Quick, delicious, creamy, smooth and warm.

I feel I may have turned a corner in this raw food journey. I've been doing it haphazardly, in fits and starts, that's how I am with stuff. When I eat more raw I feel healthier, lighter and have more energy, when I don't eat raw I crave everything I shouldn't, my body is lethargic and my joints hurt. Even though I know what's so good for me it's seems to take a wee while for me to overcome the resistance, but slowly and surely I'm beginning to see how it will come together for me. I'm already wondering how I can turn some of my favourites into raw winter warmers. Carrot and coriander or tomato and basil will have to be next on my list I think.

I'm not going to make a big deal of it, but just slip more and more raw into my daily diet. That's the way I do it with everything. Going all out doesn't last with me. Tried that before with so many things, including eating raw. It has to be gradual and permanent change, otherwise I hit barriers of resistance within my self. I have to bypass my inner saboteur. I already eat half a plate of salad with every meal, eat tonnes of raw chocolate, have my green smoothies several times a week and attempt to make my energy balls and cookies, so bring on the raw soup I say.

Heidi xx

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

The Myth of the Perfect Vagina

Up until a few years ago I never realised women were being conditioned to chop and sew the most intimate part of their bodies in an attempt to be "normal" looking ... yet another way to stop the rise of the Divine Feminine to equal power with the Masculine. Here is a new documentary exploring just this ... the Myth of the Perfect Vagina

Enough is enough already ... we're all different and all incredibly beautiful as we are. How dare you tell me how my body, one I might add that has produced two human beings, is supposed to look. Yes my body is now a little scarred with in and with out just because I've lived and survived like every other woman on this planet. What scares me the most is that I don't think most men are down there judging!!

Where is the sisterhood supporting and holding each other, telling every sister, daughter, mother, grandmother and lover, that you are plenty good enough and beautiful and sexy to boot? This makes me so mad I feel I want to share a poem I wrote more than a year ago but have so far never shared. I wish every women on this planet could fall in love with their bodies. I'm not saying I don't have my moments of wishing a few bits (okay several bits) were less wobbly, but honestly my moments of wishing these things are always driven by a desire to feel healthier.

The Bath

I look and I like
The whiteness underneath water
The curves breaking at the surface
My thighs and my roundness
Pink nipples firm and plump
Unlike the breasts they adorn
But I still tempt me
I still like what I see
And ...

I touch and I like
The softness underneath the water
Gentle hands across the surface
Examining the roundness
And the white silver scars
Of love and hate and survival
But I still tempt me
I still like what I feel
And ...

I remember and I like
Here grew my son and my daughter
Here got lost in soft all my lovers
These feet have danced so many nights
These worn hands which have aged
From work and play and creating
But I still tempt me
I still like what I remember
And ...

I fall in love with this body
These legs, these hands, these arms
This belly, these stretch marks, these lines
These curves, these breasts, these thighs
These feet, these knees, this beating heart
This wise and lovely lived in skin
It still tempts me
It is a woman’s body
Perfect ...

The Dreadess xx

Sunday, 6 November 2011


My morning cup of tea often brings with it a little drop of wisdom. Today my Yogi tea bag tag said "Let's learn to rejoice more often."

We know that to rejoice means to take delight (in) or to be glad, but I pondered upon the prefix. Re-joy-ce. It would indicate something we should do again or perhaps we just have to go back that to wonderful thing we have some how forgotten that we are. We are inherently joyful beings that forget to be just that. Joyful. Let us be filled, like birds with song, with joy, glad to be alive. Let us rejoice. Let us remember our true happy selves.

The Dreadess xx

Friday, 4 November 2011

Thank Goddess it's Freya's Day

I woke up this morning thinking "it's Friday, Freya's day" ... then got to wondering, like you do, how many people are even really aware that their days and months are named to honour the gods, the sun, the moon and the planets. Then I wondered some more ... in times gone by when the Sun and the Moon were all important to the growth of food, times to sow and to harvest, times to store up and times to feast people were so aware of the natural world, their environment and the changing seasons. Nowadays food is under the rather powerful domain of the multi conglomerate, everything is chopped up, processed and packeted, in season, out of season, grown locally and shipped from all over. It's a "have what you like, when you like with no regard to the whys, when or hows it got there" smorgasbord of choice with complete disconnection to the earth, the sun, the water, the soil, the people it come from. It makes us feel as though our technology has the power to give us everything. How often are we really aware that we rely on the Sun, the Earth and the Water to feed us? That we are totally and utterly dependant on them ... not our bank accounts, not the local supermarket, not the worldwide web and not the superpowers. How did we become so alienated from real living? When did everything else rise in importance and meaning like skyscrapers so far above the fruitful earth? It's seems that humanity is trying so very hard to deny its roots and out grow a mother, who unfortunately we are still so very dependant on. And just like a rebellious teenager we are disrespectful and hateful and forgetful. But how long before she takes us down a peg or two reminding us of our place. Let's hope that, more lovingly than fiercely, she will teach us the lessons we need, but I fear we are pushing her patience to the limit. So thank you Freya, goddess of fertility and love, for reminding me of how small and dependant I am. Thank you Great Mother for nurturing me. I won't forget you in amongst a crazy world of plastic and internet and cars and planes and shoes and books and coffee shops and phones. I will come home so very often, without my troubles and my laundry, and love you with my bare feet and my heart. I will praise the indefatigable greenery, the flowing waters and the radiant sun.

The Dreadess xx