No Bodies Girl

“She walks the earth freely, yet her feet never touch the ground. Many hands will reach for her, but she cannot be anchored. She belongs to no one, to nothing, to nowhere. When you meet her, you will recognize her for what she is–a free spirit, a wandering star. She will fit in your arms like she was made to be there. And she will show you what it means to hold something you can never hold on to.”

– Lang Leav

A term I have loved since I first read those wonderful words of Yeats, of the “white breast of the dim sea, and of its disheveled, wandering stars”. Portia head wrote an entire song around it. And while astrologically used to describe the motion of the planets, “wandering stars” arrived within me as something deeper, a metaphor for our own being as women. Just as the planets themselves are in motion encircling the sun; so are we, endlessly dancing yet fixed in our own celestial journeying.

We are wild, infused with astral light, abiding in magic that has no textual equivalent. And we NEED reminders of that magic all around us to stave off the mundanity and mediocrity that is thrown at us every day. It must be a conscious practice, like meditating or exercising, keeping our magic alive. Remembering what sparks our soul what makes our heart dance, that we are children of the stars. This is why I art. To create works that capture our souls nature, longing and intent as it exists beyond my ability to articulate it.

To remember and remind us of both the magic of this beingness and world, and to keep that alive and conscious within us.

And so with this work, I won’t overdefine it. It is a story of sisters intertwined, the best friends that we walk with; of ancient longing, of cosmic purpose that exists though few may understand it. Just as one woman carries a veil of stars, and the other the moon, their intent is only revealed to the careful study of the viewer’s eye. It longs to tell it’s story to those who have the eyes to hear it

To those that know, here on this earth, that they too the embodiment of this magic, moondancers with wild hearts

forever the wandering stars.

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Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited

I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse. As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven. I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child. I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power.. I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination.. Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative". It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..

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