Goddesses

Sometimes the words that spill out, come from my own skull, rather than my crystalline friends...

My home is not a show-house, I am not a Domestic Goddess. I don't iron (unless I really have to). I'm not a Gourmet Chef. In truth, I hate domestic chores. I don't feel it's solely a woman's work, I prefer to see it as a co-operative effort, we all share the space, we all mess that space up, so equally we should all share in it's maintenance...

Life is too short to be spent 'keeping house'... our house isn't dirty or full of germs... it has it's own Chaotic Order for sure... but it's a house full of Love (and various furry creatures).

 

I admit, sometimes I see posts on Social Media, of all the wonderful accomplishments of people I am connected to and wonder why I am never able to find enough time to even begin, let alone finish, such things. And that seed of doubt plants itself... but that seed is not allowed to grow here... any anyway who actually set these 'rules'?

Women have fought for so long to be seen as Equals... and I look around and see how close we are to going back to the 'old ways' where women do as they're told, when they're told and how they're told to do it. If we are just here as Breeders then why do we have a fully functioning brain? A woman's place is NOT in the home, chained to a sink with nothing but household chores to look forward to for the rest of her life.

We are all 'Goddesses'... pure and simple... we deserve to be honoured and respected and loved. Our Men are all 'Gods' and they deserve the same. (By Gods and Goddesses I am NOT referring to religion, I am NOT disrespecting anyone's religious beliefs)... we shouldn't feel guilty for doing what makes us happy.

So if I got distracted playing with bunnies for an hour and forgot to do the washing up... or got so lost in my book that tea was late... or found myself in a beautiful daydream instead of putting the washing on... or painted a painting no-one will buy but I did it anyway because that's what I needed to do today instead of dusting... I am not going to feel guilty, they're only going to mess it all up again in the space of a few hours anyway... I am allowed to do these 'pointless' things because I am more than a cleaning machine.

The 'stuff' that I do may not be the same as travelling the world, or bungee jumping, or writing a bestseller... but it's MY stuff... it helps me remember who I am...