The Cliffs of Insanity

Motley has spirited away my home figure of Durga. The Goddess is now *somewhere* in the house, but Durga only knows where. At least my travel figurine is still safe in her drawstring bag in my purse. Oy....

I talked to Mrs. Patch this morning. Shmoop doesn't have a hook worm or any other type of worm. Her poop provided no information on why she has diarrhea. Doc also checked her protein levels to see if that was the problem, but everything came out okay. So they're giving her an antibiotic for a possible intestinal bug. If that doesn't work, she may have to be switched to specialty food. I'll be going to get my bebbeh in about an hour.

My neck was getting better until I tensed up when Aunt Tudi fell. I am now unable to turn my head to left even a little. Hopefully, it'll ease off with time. Until then, I'm looking straight ahead.

Aunt Tudi's knee has gone down and her lip looks much better. I think she may just survive! The jury is still out on whether or not we'll be going to the Father Unit's this weekend, though. The good thing is that Lori said I could wait to the last minute to cancel boarding the dogs if need be. There's one wee load off my mind.

I'm now off to post pictures from the Asheville trip and figure out what I need to write next about Tuesday's goings-on.

I awoke thinking of my first Goddess experience. I was 5 years old and my father brought home this statue that he was commissioned to reproduce on paper ~ a pencil and ink piece.
The statue immediately fascinated me and I would lie on the floor for an hour or more, just staring at the bizarre image of the multi-armed woman on a lion, brandishing weapons and looking uber-regal.
The art deal fell through, but the woman who had lent my father the statue never contacted him to retrieve it. The statue remained with us for some time until Mom and Dad decided that they should sell it. I didn't want it to leave, but I had little say, only being 5.
They found someone who may be interested and took it to her house. When she opened the door and saw the statue, the woman said "Oh my god, it is Durga!" Needless to say, she bought the statue and I then had a name for this powerful image that so enthralled me.

Here's a picture of mighty Durga.


and some information on her, found here

Durga still plays a strong role in my life, particularly as one of her other aspects, Kali-Ma. Mother Kali is a strong, dark Goddess, equated with the Scots-Gael Cailleach, who is one of my patron Goddesses and the patron Goddess of the Tradition in which I 'grew up'.

I perpetually feel Her influence in my life, whether She comes as Durga or Kali-Cailleach. She is the first Goddess I ever saw and the one who gave me my first taste of the Divine Feminine.