Repent, Repent The END is Near – or is it?

My Great Grandmother Helga Swanson. About age 15. I called her Morta-Mor, Swedish for grandmother.

My great-grandmother Helga Anderson was an OX born in Ostergotland, Sweden in 1901.  As the world was poised at the threshold of WWI, in the spring of 1914, she and her family immigrated to Stratford, Iowa.

Without knowing a word of English and hoping to finish her education, she began school.  Within a few months she saw her family needed support.  She quit school, left her house and became a domestic for a neighboring farmer.

The blue-eyed, blond haired girl caught the attention of a local bachelor.  He wrote a postcard to my great-grandfather Axel who was working in Philadelphia.  The card said “New arrivals from Sweden.  Come home quick before they are taken.”

As the war ended, 17-year old Helga became Axel Swanson’s wife legalizing her residency in the USA.  A year later my grandmother was born.

And life continued on.

Her one regret was had she stayed in Sweden until she was fourteen she would have completed her confirmation studies in the Lutheran church.  In the end she was confirmed in the Stratford Lutheran Church.  She became a lifelong member.

Stratford Lutheran Church.  Established 1859

Stratford Lutheran Church. Established 1859

A hundred years later, emails about 11/11/11 and 2012 missives warning me we are dangling on the brink of THE END flood my inbox.  I think of my grandmother, the farmer’s wife whose life experiences reflected her time and place, but whose words reveal her profound knowing.

“Regardless of what you may want, the world will change and you will have to adapt to those changes.”  Helga Swanson

Thank you for the wisdom Morta-Mor.

A Cocktail of Red Velvet Cake, Art and Birthday Presents

Melissa's Bday Portrait by Loredana. In front of Al Riwaq, they are sitting on grass sofas by a local artist. Notice the mural of the women. Only in Bahrain will you see that.

“Please join me on the terrace of the Al Riwaq Gallery to celebrate my birthday with tea and cake – 10:30am”

Only my friend Melissa van Maasdyk could glam up her birthday in the morning.  As I fooled around with the clock last night, Mojo asked, “You are setting your alarm on a holiday?”

“I don’t want to miss Melissa’s party,” I told him.  “I’ll need time to get ready.”

Ready because I knew Melissa’s cafe table would be surrounded by a stylish coterie of interesting women.

Known as one of four original saviors of Bahrain’s Modern Art Scene, Melissa’s universe is filled with artists, writers, poets, musicians, photographers, architects, clothing designers, chefs and restaurateurs.  She is a whirlwind of excitement and always has at least a dozen fantastically fun ideas on the tip of her tongue.

And her tongue is quick.

When I first met Melissa I could only stare her mouth trying to absorb her South African accent.  Luckily she accommodated this aMERican and kept me as part of her circle of stylish, globe trotting friends.

A fellow Scorpio I appreciated Melissa’s choice of sitting outside on a BEAUTIFUL November morning in the slowly awakening 338 district which became more vibrant after everyone had their coffee.

Scene around Block 338 in November

Fellow spiritual seeker Dierdre and I helped light the candles on the two layer, red velvet cake as Melissa greeted a Kenyan friend who just returned from visiting monks in Tibet.

Pic as I arrive to the Birthday Tea - Melissa in front of Al Riwaq

The rest of the table was filled with Melissa’s group of working women: Amy the British CEO of a branding company, Nicola a fashion/style writer, Loredana the Italian photographer on call 24/7 for royal gatherings, and tri-lingual Salma, a Syrian who taught Melissa Arabic.  BTW Salma’s gorgeous daughter is the lead in the upcoming Faulty Towers next week at the British Club.

And of course who arrived in gold high heels and a leopard skirt?

Maeve the Irish queen of storytelling and travel writer.

Melissa is nearly done with her new guide to everything modern and fashionable to do in Bahrain.  No boredom allowed.

Accompanied by her photographer she has interviewed Bahrainis to find the best of the best.  She sampled, tasted, and explored every alley to come up with this must have guide for anyone visiting Bahrain.  Her city guide will reflect Melissa’s background as a food critic, style editor and travel writer for international magazines.

As Melissa’s ideas poured out, we laughed when we noticed each of us had pulled out a notebook to write down names and places.

This month Happy Birthday Melissa.  Next Month HAPPY BOOK LAUNCH!

Who was the Sphinx? and other interesting questions

The Woman's Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets by Barbara G. Walker

If you ever sat down to eat your lunch and “just” took a peek at your friend’s new photos on Facebook, then looked up and saw it was dinner time, you understand the genius of Facebook.

Before Facebook and Wikipedia, there was a genius named Barbara G Walker.  When I open her book The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets, I find the hours have disappeared as I jump around exploring such things as Montanism, to Cybele, to Antaea. Then I discover when witches were carried to prison their feet were not allowed to touch the ground.  Why Not?

Answer: So they could not get power from the earth ie, Mother Earth.

In the 1960s journalist Barbara G. Walker began investigating the disappearance of a Goddess.  No one seemed to why the Goddess no longer starred in ceremonies or why no one wrote rave reviews about her anymore.  Occasionally close observers noticed her small cameo appearance in books and films.  For twenty-five years, Barbara Walker sifted through the clues to see if she could write a story about her.  Walker discovered the Goddess existed only censured by centuries of patriarchy.

In 1983 The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets was completed. Walker wrote about all the clues she found: 1,350 entries on magic, witchcraft, fairies, elves, giants, goddesses, gods, and psychological anomalies such as demonic possession; the mystical meanings of sun, moon, earth, sea, time, and space; ideas of the soul, reincarnation, creation and doomsday; ancient and modern attitudes toward sex, prostitution, romance, rape, warfare, death and sin, and more.   Then she linked and cross referenced ideas, religious traditions and people across centuries.

By opening The Women’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets your mind will be introduced to perspectives and ideas never discussed in a classroom or in Bible study.  And you will know why some libraries have banned the book.  If this encyclopedia wets your appetite, you can read one of her eleven other books about myths, symbols, crystals, tarot, spirituality and rituals.

Or if you knit, you can join her fan club at the Walker Treasury Project.  A woman of multiple talents, she wrote 13 books on knitting including the renowned “Treasury of Knitting Patterns”.

I have never met Barbara G. Walker but I would love to.  Born in Philadelphia in 1930, Walker read the King James Bible as a teenager.  “She decided the Bible “sounded cruel. A God who would not forgive the world until his son had been tortured to death–that did not strike me as the kind of father I would want to relate to.”

Walker obviously thinks for herself and has enough confidence to say this idea does not resonate with my soul so I better look at it more closely.  She displays all of her human complexity and allows herself to be passionate about many things: writing, researching, atheism, knitting, humanism, social criticism, social work and dance.  Just like the Goddess she searched for, today, Walker the person is a bit elusive.  She lets her work be her legacy.

Facebook is criticized for revealing too much minutia about people’s personal lives and Wikipedia carries warnings about its lack of authoritative sources yet people “go to” both of them if they want to find out something.  Opponents criticize Barbara Walker for the quality of the information and her feminist bias.   But her bibliography is 15 pages and her cross-referencing is fantastic.

Just like I use Wikipedia for a quick answer to a question or Facebook to find someone, Walker’s encyclopedia is a go-to source if you want to begin to explore anything about women’s spiritual or mythic history.  And 30 years after its first printing, HarperCollins reissued the book with an updated cover proving the Goddess is still in demand.

Whether banned, criticized or lauded, I love it and always find something that makes me say “Now that’s interesting.”

Hvov, “The Earth” an Iranian form of Eve.  Zoroaster’s followers called her Mother of All Living.  Known in India as Jiva or Ieva.

Hmmmm that’s interesting.

Oh yes, the Sphinx.  Look up the Great Goddess Hathor and compare to Oedipus and the Sphinx.

Queen Victoria sends Birthday Greetings

My Birthday Card from Queen Victoria

Next to my coffee cup this morning was a card from Queen Victoria wishing me a very happy birthday.

Queen Victoria runs the castle for me and makes sure the food is on the table.  I have never been very domestic and if it wasn’t for her, we would live on peanut butter sandwiches.

She wasn’t always known as Queen Victoria.  When she came to work for us I told Susan her name was Maria Victoria and since my kids go to a British school I added, “You know – like Queen Victoria.”

“Hello Queen Victoria.  I’m Susan,” said Susan.  And from that moment the tone was set.

Queen Victoria calls Susan “Princess” and Susan secretly tells me “I’d rather be called rock star.”

Queen Victoria is one of hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of mothers who leave their children to find paid work overseas.  Like her namesake, she is a widow.  She supports her four children who are making their way through school.

On the one hand I think she’s lucky to be a widow because when she sends money home it is going towards her children.  All the other women who have worked for me have sent their hard earned money back to their country.  When they returned home, the house was empty, the money was completely spent on drink and other woman and their mothers were taking care of the children.  Penniless, again they leave to work far away from their families in a country where they don’t speak the language and have few, if any, rights.

Queen Victoria, the Empress of India, also felt “sick at heart” to see her 17 year old daughter leave England for Germany to marry Prince Friedrich Wilhelm.  “It really makes me shudder”, she wrote to Princess Victoria “when I look round to all your sweet, happy, unconscious sisters, and think I must give them up too – one by one.”

The word Courage conjures up images of soldiers fighting in battle.  But whether villagers or royalty, throughout history women have had the Courage to leave everything they know to go live under the roof of a man whose control over their lives is extensive.  And every day, even today, women around the world do this.   Yet their courage is hardly written about.

So receiving these birthday blessings from my Queen Victoria makes me pause.

I wrote about the Graeaes for the first time in Preparing Ourselves for Perseus’ Visit.  And two days later I am given this card.  The picture alludes to the original description of the Graeae.  As members of the Phorcys family they were marine divinities, emerging as the white foam seen on the waves of the sea.

Perhaps Queen Victoria is a messenger for the Graeae who are telling me women don’t need to wait until God or someone else gives us wings to fly.  All the courage we need is already within us.

And if I am ever afraid to follow my dreams all I have to do is glance across the kitchen at Queen Victoria who sings as she cuts vegetables.

Only the French have Dolls Like These

Arabian Princess from Tiny Us

How do I manage to find myself in a yoga class with a whole team of lithe French women?  And to top it off they are all interesting.

One of the most darling is Virginie Dreyer – equestrian, business owner, artist and yoga enthusiast – who has come up with a business model for the 21st century.

Virginie

Virginie is the mind behind Tiny-Us, a paper doll company.

Paper Dolls? that is so 18th century.   Not the way Virginie is doing it.

First her Arabian and Japanese princesses, Cowboys and adorable animals are special.  They can be ordered as cards, invitations or prints.  And she will personalize them for you no matter where you are in the world.

It is so easy because you order, pay and download everything online.

How is this a new business model?  You pay however much you want.  All the proceeds go to her favorite charity – a school for young handicapped people in France.

Presence in La Seyne sur Mer

Virginie is a social entrepreneur; someone who makes money so they can put it towards a social or environmental good.  She uses the internet to make connections, builds a following with her blog, provides quality products then puts the profits towards the school.  The school not only gains funds but their profile is raised as people read about Virginie.

I wanted to write about her before October passed.  She has a series of very cute Halloween cards.

And she has a fabulous blog with lots of modern photography.  Enjoy!

Visionaries Anita Caspary and Steve Jobs’ deaths on Oct 5, 2011

Technology Visionary Apple CEO Steve Jobs died Oct. 5th if you didn’t happen to catch the news.   On the same day Spiritual Visionary Anita M. Caspary passed away.  Forty years ago she was called Mother Humiliata by 400 nuns.

Anita M Caspary AKA Mother Humiliata. “I found peace and happiness in the convent.”

In 1995 I took a graduate class called an “Introduction to Feminist Spirituality”.  By far, I was the youngest student around that square table.  I listened as six grey haired women explained to me how spirituality meant more than participating in a religion, being religious or praying.  They described how Spirituality included a person’s whole experience including the body and the emotions which traditional theology tended to denigrate.  These women were versed in the “feminist praxis (putting a theory into practice) cycle of experience, analysis and reflection.”

I was amazed at how educated, articulate and passionate they were.  They did not shout at one another and everyone had a quiet, calm strength.   I kept asking myself,  who are these women?  I had never met anyone like them.  After numerous references to Jesus, I suddenly had to ask,

“Are you all nuns?”

“Yes,” said five of them, including our instructor, Dr. Susan Maloney.

“I’m sorry but why aren’t you wearing habits?” I asked coming from Protestant side of the divide. They all laughed at me.  “How was I supposed to know you were nuns?”  And they laughed harder.

“You need to get updated,” one former Sister of the Immaculate Heart of Mary (IHM) told me.

Sister Susan SNJM (Sister of the Holy Names of Jesus and Mary) told me the story of how 315 rebellious brides of Jesus broke centuries of tradition, docility and obedience in the hills of Hollywood.  Unlike the 1968 bra-burning myth, in 1970 when these nuns threw off their habits, it was real news.

Time Feb 23 1970 featuring Anita Caspary IHM and James Shannon

The IHMs were a teaching order who worked in the well established Los Angeles archdiocese schools.  Educated woman they believed Pope Paul VI’s Second Vatican Council’s Perfectae Caritatis (1965) empowered and authorized them to take the necessary steps to adapt, renew and change the character of the Church in the modern world.  While the Vatican recognized the church needed to change from being an Institution to a community of believers and to move from a tradition of power over others to service in order to stay relevant, the Los Angeles cardinal archbishop did not.  His Eminence James Francis McIntyre wanted to retain his title over passive, obedient women and could not tolerate the idea of leading a community of mature adult Christians.

After five years of visioning a future, archdiocese visitations, Vatican inquiries, international meetings, a Carl Roger’s encounter group and of course prayer, 400 sisters had to make a choice between living under Sister Eileen MacDonald’s pre-renewal rule or in a new community led by Mother General Anita M. Caspary and live under the 1967 decrees.   The result cannot be counted as hundreds of millions of IPODs sold, but on October 1, 1970, 315 women signed a contract surrendering her vows and status within the Catholic Church and demonstrated her commitment to the newly visioned Immaculate Heart Community.

The table where I sat at the Immaculate Heart College Center, was their legacy, a graduate program unique in all the world, called Feminist Spirituality.

Today I regret not spending more time when I was at IHCC with Anita Caspary, whose soft tissue paper skin and fluffy grey hair reminded me of my grandmother.  She could have been my grandmother born in an age where women were not expected to be fighters.  Like other unexpected revolutionaries, they courageously changed with the times.    If Steve Jobs was a child of the 60s, then Anita Caspary was a Mother of the 60s.

“In a way that re-imagined business itself,” Jobs was described as merging his “innate understanding of technology with an almost supernatural sense of what customers would respond to. “

In a way that re-imagined religious life itself, Caspary merged her innate understanding of the worth of religious women with an enlightened view of the principle of aggiornamento, or updating, that gave millions of women and men the courage to become mature, spiritual beings.

The waves continue to ripple after both these single pebbles were dropped into the river of life.  May they both Rest in Peace.

Anita Caspary wrote a first hand account of her experience.  You can read about the IHCs in Witness to Ingrity.

My Mojo Floweth Over

Mojo one of the Rabbits in my life.

MOJO

I was really disturbed yesterday to listen to the Yahoo entertainment commentator say nasty things about Cher not being able to cry at Chaz Bono’s dance recital because of her cosmetic surgery.

First, she looks Fan ROCKIN tastic. Second, she is a Diva and if she didn’t look eternally young you would criticize her for that.  Third don’t make fun of my friend.

Yes Cher and I are friends, well – that is – we both know Mojo.

Mojo is my husband.  And there are two reasons I married him.

1 – He remembers everything and acts as my life’s walking encyclopedia.  Sometimes if he gets a little tipsy he reveals too much from the “X” pages where people don’t usually go and I kick him under the table.

2- He has LESS than 6 degrees of separation with everyone.  And that includes Cher.

Everyone else 6 degrees of Separation

Everybody but Mojo

A couple years ago, Mojo walked straight through the First Class Lounge in the Bahrain airport to his favorite quiet corner.  He was a bit irritated to see a slim woman in boots and a cowboy hat and her friend sitting in his spot.  He sat near them and pulled out his laptop.

Within seconds he recognized the voice and turned around and asked.

“What are you doing here?”

It was Cher.  She was returning from a trip to Kathmandu.  Her flight was diverted to Bahrain because the Bangkok airport had been bombed and was closed.

“I am on my way to Germany to see a friend,” she told Mojo.  “But they can’t tell me whether or not I will fly out tonight.  Can you recommend a place to stay if we get stuck here?”

“You are welcome to stay at our house.  My wife would love to host you.  I am going out of town,” he offered pulling out his mobile and dialing the house.  Please Eva pick up he thought.

I heard the phone ringing but it was about midnight.  Who would be calling besides my husband?

“Eva I’m at the airport.  There are some stranded passengers here and I was hoping you could have them stay at the house.”  Before I could protest about all the things I needed to do, he handed the phone over to Cher.

“Hello” was all she said.

“Is this really Cher?” I nearly screamed but restrained myself like any self respecting (Los) Angeleno.

We chatted for about a half an hour.  She told me about trying to sell her house in Malibu, Vegas, Katmandu, vacationing in Santa Barbara and I invited her and her assistant to stay with us.

“Is there anything to do in Bahrain?  Should I try to stay here for a couple of days?”

Cher at Caesars PalaceCher’s name in lights at Caesar’s Palace, Believe, singing Shoop Shoop Shoop in Mermaids, getting an Oscar, Moonstruck, her farewell tour all went through my mind.  I compared those images with the Gulf Hotel ballroom and hesitated two seconds too long before springing into my “Bahrain is so interesting” speech.

Cher promised she would give me a call if she ended up staying.  “You Haven’t Seen the Last of Me” she promised.   She flew onto Germany that night.

Cher’s new movie Burlesque made over $100 million.  The other day Cher tweeted her Rimpoche arrived from Kathmandu.    And Mojo said she has a great ass.

Thank You.

Besides a two minute video clip on Yahoo every other day, what do you have ugly, chubby man?

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