Sunday, August 29, 2010

Women Who Run With the Wolves

Wildlife and the Wild Woman are both endangered species.

Over time, we have seen the feminine instinctive nature looted, driven back and overbuilt.  For long periods it has been mismanaged like the wildlife and the wildlands.  For several thousand years, as soon and as often as we turn our backs, it is relegated to the poorest land in the psyche.  The spiritual lands of Wild Woman have, throughout history, been plundered or burnt, dens bulldozed, and natural cycles forced into unnatural rhythms to please others.

It's not by accident that the pristine wilderness of our planet disappears as the understanding of our own inner and wild nature fades.  It is not so difficult to comprehend why old forests and old women are viewed as not very important resources.  It is not such a mystery.  It is not so coincidental that wolves and coyotes, bears and wildish women have similar reputations.  They all share related instinctual archetypes, and as such, both are erroneously reputed to be ingracious, wholly and innately dangerous, and ravenous...

Healthy wolves and healthy women share certain psychic characteristics: keen sensing, playful spirit, and a heightened capacity for devotion.  Wolves and women are relational by nature, inquiring, possessed by a great endurance and strength.  They are deeply intuitive, intensely concerned with their young, their mates and their pack.  They are experience in adapting to constantly changing circumstances; they are fiercely stalwart and very brave.

Yet both have been hounded, harassed, and falsely imputed to be devouring and devious, overly aggressive, of less value than those who are their detractors.  They have been the targets of those who would clean up the wilds as well as the wildish environs of the psyche, extincting the instinctual, and leaving no trace of it behind.  The predation of wolves and women by those who misunderstand them is strikingly similar.


-Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D.,Women Who Run With the Wolves



Thursday, August 26, 2010

My brother and me on Parenthood

George, my brother, was holding our 1 year old baby cousin when I realized what a great father he will be one day. I told him so and he replied with a thank you. We were taking our other cousin downstairs to look for a movie when I told him I thought I would make a horrid mother.

My other cousin, Sophie, was trailing down the stairs after me at that point and while I was distracted she yelled "Hey wait for me!"

Case in point: I practically forgot she was there. I'll be a typical Aquarian mother I figure: leaving the kid's toys in the freezer and worrying more about my dogs than my kids.

I was afraid to be alone. Now I’m scared that’s how I like to be.

It’s been close to 10 months that I’ve been living alone.  My apartment goes in phases of cleanliness and complete and utter disorder.  I like to measure my mental states by it sometimes. 

Things I’ve learned these past ten months:
  • Singing and playing my guitar whenever I want is worth the extra cash in rent.
  • Occasional insomnia bothers a lot less people when you live alone.
  • Drinking wine alone while drawing is okay; drinking whiskey, however, is not.
  • I can become much like a hermit and not see people for days (aside from work) and retain about 60% of my sanity, which in my book is pretty damn good considering it’s probably only 65% at best.
  • I’ve developed a closer relationship with my plants than I ever thought possible.
  • No Jen, you do not need to purchase a box of mangos because of a really good deal. Food spoils a lot faster when you live alone.
  • All those dishes piled in the sink ARE all really yours.
  • Cooking is a lot less fun when you know you’re the only one that will partake in eating the meal.
  • No checking with the roomies to see if the TV will be free when you’re in the mood for a flick is awesome. J
  • No one to watch the movie with is slightly less awesome.  L
  • Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches are nutritious and delicious and make for a great breakfast, lunch or dinner!

You can go a little further in extremes when you live alone with no one to draw you back or remind you that you are not an island.  My tendency to float off on boats to the exotic islands in my head is quite impressive.  I forget there’s a huge land mass I live on called CHICAGO and that accepting phone calls from friends might be a good idea before getting all Tarzan-like: having existential conversations with volleyballs (Wilson), or thinking your pet fish is really a prophet born into a fish-like body and he’s been trying to tell you about some world disaster for weeks now.  Tragically, you don't speak fish and when you watch the news and learn about the tornadoes taking over Kansas your prophet-fish gives you that all-knowing look while you sink into an uncontrollable guilt for not speaking fish.

Like they say, everyone should live alone at least once and perhaps, have a dog instead.

Hija de la Luna - theme



In honor of tonight's full moon...

I am having a love affair with the moon
How I wish I could make her grow round and swollen at will
She births my creativity – longing and desire illuminated under her soft gaze
She can swell up slowly until so full she might burst, then a gradual deflation, like sighing.
Exhaling softly, then silent into the dark of the night.
I will write her my poetry and sing her essence as wolves howl their praise,
As the frogs gleam a tinted green, while oceans reflect her full splendor.
I am silent and still, humbled to bear witness to her cycles
In sync with my own, what is it to grow? 
I am but only her mere daughter birthing nothing more than words.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Freckles lie.

I used to love being held, but now each embrace leaves me anxious. I am waiting for the seconds to span faster; not wanting to study a new face.  Staring at strange eyes peering back and not knowing what they see; the iris a façade, while pupils focus in on the countless freckles across my cheeks, oh so many, still unbeknownst to me. 

I pull away abruptly.  Trying to find some excuse to leave, but you’ve seen my kind before, the ones who memorize each room if only for the door.  You’re anticipating, whispering: "it’s alright" to the lobe of my ear, as though it’s exactly what you think I want to hear. Funny thing about that is you don’t know what “it” is. You’re assuming you know exactly what I need– like the freckles on my face somehow told on me, like the taste of my neck was that revealing.  Before you fake some consolation both my feet are on the floor, my keys are in my hand, I’m swiftly out the door.

The smell of midnight on an open city road, the sound of my engine roar…I leave the quiet alone, my sobbing breaking the silence; my stream of tears soaking the dashboard.

Oh what is it to be alone?

My empty apartment doesn’t speak such silly things – the artwork on my walls don’t try to console me and so I lean into them, my arms around my legs, breathe in deep and fall asleep there to awaken by the sun pouring in.  I’m still on the floor, now kneeling, giving thanks for awakening to the Sun’s warm embrace and not some stranger who thinks he knows my face.

Friday, August 20, 2010

This is how I need to be living

No joke.  I could do this and be quite happy and guess what?  MOUNTAINS!


You'd never think I was such a city girl from these pictures, would you?







Gorgeous moon...
Colorado 2009  

Hopefully my little adventure to Wisconsin this weekend will give me a good dose of country so I could love Chicago again.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Downtown

Walking around downtown today to meet with my friend for lunch and I realized how dead the city feels to me sometimes.  Everyone going about the same old business, the same restaurants, same routine, day after day...

Routine sucks the soul out of me and maybe I didn't mind so much when I was living in the mountains of New Mexico - everything around me was alive - the earth, the plants, the water...

It's summer in Chicago and I should be grateful considering the winter, but the concrete and steel buildings are robbing my creativity, one floor at a time.  I happen to work on the 16th floor.  My soul is being sucked out of me.  Ode to the mountains: I should be with you instead.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

On Mentorship...

If you would have asked me a couple of years ago about mentorship I would have immediately thought about The Karate Kid and Mr. Miyagi or something – I would have never thought about having a mentor for my career. 

I’m blessed with two spectacular mentors and many wise teachers.  My mentors are incredibly intelligent women that against many odds and struggles have succeeded in business and personally.  They’ve learned many lessons along the way and choose to share them with me (I'm a very lucky girl).  They also have mentors in various areas of expertise and their mentors have mentors. It reminds me of indigenous religions when knowledge was passed down from the elders to the youth of the tribe because they were the future.  

Living in a digital age where information consumption doesn't necessitate conversations with other human beings and isolation from others is an every day reality for many, the thought of having a mentor might strike some as odd or maybe even unusual.  Furthermore, if your perspective isn't challenged in an experiential fashion every now and then how to you grow and not remain stagnant?

Today I read and reread the same line a dozen times: “Admission of ignorance is often the first step in our education.”  It really resonated with me on many levels.  In order to grow one must be humble enough to know that one is not fully grown ever. Henry David Thoreau once wrote: “How can we remember our ignorance, which our growth requires, when we are using our knowledge all the time?”  Both of my mentors realize this on such a level that they seek growth and learning opportunities like flowers seeking the sun. 

For any of my fine lectors out there that are looking for pathways to success in your respected fields – look no further than the people that you admire or the people that are in a position that you aspire to be in whether it be five years from now, ten years from now or twenty.  Find a way to engage those individuals – invite them to coffee, ask them how they built their business, or how they were able to climb the corporate ladder, or how they became so great at guitar…whatever the case may be.

You have to respect the person to want to work with them on this level and vice versa.  There has to be something about that person which resonates with you personally as well.  For instance, both my mentors have qualities that resonate with me such as: a commitment to women’s issues, integrity in their work and a strong intuition that guides them in business and in life.

For a successful mentor/mentee relationship it’s more than mere admiration for one’s work – that person must also want to work with you.  It has to be a relationship where there’s a great deal of trust, shared vision in some senses, honesty and in some cases friendship.  There’s something very karmic about these relationships as well – the expectation is that as you grow influential and successful in your career or art that you pass forward that which was given to you. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about leadership.  What makes a good leader?  What type of leader do I want to be?  One of the key things I keep thinking is how a sense of humility in the face of adversity is incredibly valuable.  Knowing thyself and one’s own limitations as well as strengths allows for more creativity and collaboration with others on a level that is often underutilized.  There is a reason that in economics and business there is so much emphasis on “human resources” and “human capital.”  No technology can replace the innovation, motivation and inspiration of the human spirit.

There’s so much reinvention of old wheels that if we all looked to each other and linked up like a chain we’d be halfway to the moon already instead of charting the same old roads and finding the same dead ends. 

Well, I want to go to the moon, baby.  Venus sounds lovely too.

When I was living in New Mexico there was an old man who taught me to make Native American crafts like dream catchers and fans.  He did beautiful leather and bead work and one day I asked him: Who are your teachers?  He told me that everything around us is a teacher so long as we can shift our perspectives to being students. He was a wise old man and I think of him now - wherever he might be...

A special thank you to all of my elders out there for helping me figure this world out.

Here's to a lifetime of learning.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Lesson # 26 I guess




My 15 year old cousin is here from Los Angeles.  She hasn’t been back to Chicago in about four years.  I remember being a 15 year old girl going to visit my cousin Susana at University in Mexico City and I thought she was so beautiful and so cool.  She listened to all of this cool music and had all of these cute friends and would just buy a single cigarette from the kid selling gum on campus and talked about philosophy and how she and her friends were starting a new movement in the art world.  I remember looking at her thinking: that’s who I want to be when I grow up.

Last night, we picked up my dog and it was so hot and I paced around my warm apartment trying to think of something that I could do with my cousin that didn’t involve drinking or bars in the neighborhood.  We were hungry so we went walking and I showed her the cool architecture and we went into local art galleries I had never been in and I realized how difficult it was for me to relate to her.  I took her to Los Comales for authentic Mexican and then we went to this open mic that I’ve only been to a few times and I performed an old poem.  The place was packed.

I kept thinking about Susana and me looking up to her thinking about “when I grow up” while sitting there with my fifteen year old cousin I realized this is it.  I am grown up. 

Took me 26 years to realize it’s no longer when I grow up – it’s now.  Am I the person I thought I'd be at 15?  Am I doing those things I had dreamed of doing?  If not, why not?  What stops me?

Sometimes, I’d prefer to be ignorant of that because knowing that you are in complete control of your life just makes you feel all the more responsible for everything you are or aren't.  Choice is a beautiful thing unless you almost always feel bipolar like me.  My ambivalence pushes and pulls me in opposing directions laying me stagnant and exhausted on my bedroom floor. 

So where to from here?





Monday, August 9, 2010

something about subtlety....

"I don't like my language watered down
I don't like my edges rounded off."
-Ani DiFranco

Saturday, August 7, 2010

the frug

and I can hate your girlfriend
I can tell you that she's real pretty
I can take my clothes off
I cannot fall in love 
you'll never see my eyes
I will not call you back
I cannot fall in love
I'll never fall in love
I cannot fall in love

-Rilo Kiley