Full Moon Happiness...

I had the great opportunity last night, after working 24 1/2 hours this weekend and ending up in detox, to polish the weekend off by going to a Woman's Full Moon Gathering. What an awesome thing! Some of you might be saying "don't you have enough of women, going to school with them all the time and working several jobs that involve women and their suffering?" Ah no, I can never get enough of women...women are perhaps some of the most beautiful and amazing creatures on the planet. We give birth to babies that are technically too large for our bipedal bodies, we belly dance, we know how to make love, to make soup, to make tinctures, to make a house into a home. We are magic creatures, born to amaze ourselves over and over again. We amaze and confuse the opposite sex, frustrating them to no end. We can breastfeed! We bleed every 28-30 days or so! Our bodies and our cycles follow the cycles of the moon, if we let them...all of the homeless ladies I work with bleed on the full moon because they are outside so much...I know this, because I am the person who hands out sanitary napkins and tampons.

Another amazing thing about women is our pheromones; I finally figured out what makes men sometimes flock around me to flirt and talk, when at other times, no one gives me a second glance...after working with a co-worker all day Sunday who gets me hot (she's a Rose-City Roller with dreadlocks, for god's sake,) I apparently had some pheromones flowing (not to mention I'd probably ovulated just the day before,) I boarded the MAX and was surprised to find everyone and their brother wanted to talk and flirt with me. I started to think about other times strangers have been especially attracted to me, and it all came down to hormones..I realized that I get the most conversation from strangers when I'm close to ovulation and I've been flirting or thinking dirty things...anyway...it was an interesting self-discovery. I remember first learning about how pheromones affect our selection of a mate from my friend Lucas Jones...he told me that if you can't nuzzle into your partner's dirty armpits and enjoy it, you best find yourself a different mate. I think he's right...I've been noticing the subtle smells of people a lot these past few years and I can almost tell how compatible we'd be in bed by how a person smells...not how their perfume or lotion smells (in fact, if that is all I can smell, that turns me off,) but how their body smells...those unique skin smells that come from within a person. My favorite are the people who have a faint woody smell; when I come across those rare few, my heart skips a beat!

Anyway, I'm a little off topic here, I meant to write about the Woman's Gathering. It was a beautiful, unique experience in several ways; first of all, it was very small, there where six women gathered. Second, our ages ranged from 47 to 21; our income levels and interests varied pretty wildly as well. Well, we where obviously all interested in plants on some level, but other then that, we appeared, on the surface, as very different. As the night wore on, it became more and more apparent that being women, we shared some very fundamental and cultural similarities. We had all experienced bad/abusive partners, we'd all been taught to be "seen rather then heard," that women should be primarily pretty, pleasant and hardworking. We'd all been told, at one time or another that our emotions where "too much," or that we where "hysterical." I personally see nothing wrong with being hysterical sometimes, the state of our world and the condition of our lives calls for it sometimes.

Anyway, it was a wonderful evening of sharing; and not only that, but I found out about a Woman's Health Collective that is beginning and how I can be involved in that! I'm very excited about that, since my vision with midwifery school has been from day one that I'd be able to serve women who would otherwise have few or no options. I also found out about more rewilding skills classes coming up and learned that Puritan women actually did ride their broomsticks...meaning they used to put hallucinogenic herbs on the handles of their broomsticks and then masturbate with them; causing them to get off and go "flying," if you get my drift. Suddenly the imagery of witches that we all have makes a lot of sense, the manically laughing lady flying across the sky with wild hair and crazy clothes; those repressed Puritan ladies no doubt needed this togetherness and getting high in order to survive their harsh, strictly controlled lives. I now understand even more why they where burned at the stake for this; no doubt those Puritan elders where deeply disturbed by the ideas of women gathering to group-masturbate and take drugs.

Anyway, shout out to all the women! You are more wonderful then can be told with words!

Love ya,
Carrot