Getting Ready To Bellydance At The Farmers Market

Me in my bellydancing costume.

There were a few things I wanted to change about my costume after our dress rehearsal last night in Bellydancing class.    So this afternoon I dressed up adding some things and changing others.

Now I feel confident with my outfit and will be ready to get into it tomorrow morning.

I still have to try out the makeup.  I got some more makeup this morning after talking to some of the women in my class last night.  They gave me tips about things like  how to keep the makeup from running when I get sweaty.

I’m thinking of dancing tomorrow as a kind of exorcism, as a way of dancing my old body image away.  Somehow, that idea helps keep me from getting too nervous.

But I’m also thinking about the women I’m dancing with. This has less to do with me and more to do with us dancing together.  That’s the miracle of bellydancing for me, the way we need and depend on each other to dance.  We can’t do it alone.  And I’m looking forward to being a part of that.

I’m going to go and work on my make up now.  I’ll keep doing it till I’m comfortable with it.  Till I feel confident that tomorrow morning I’ll be able to wake up, get dressed, put on my makeup and feel good about it all as I drive into Bennington Vermont.

Jon will be taking some pictures and video, so I’ll write all about it and post some pictures on Sunday.

I’ll be dancing with the Bennington Beledi  Tribal Bellydancers  tomorrow at the Bennington Farmers Market in Bennington Vermont from 10am-1pm.

Belly Dancing Week, Our Latest Podcast

Liming the pastures

After a glass of wine for me, and scotch for Jon, then ice cream, with make-up on my face, Jon and I decided to do a podcast.   It was 9:30 pm, not our usual time for this kind of work.

We talk about Bellydancing (which is top of mind with me) and the farm and animals.  We talk about Bud and our new found trust in him and what the next steps with Zelda, our aging sheep will be.  We also talk about caring for the pastures and the book Never Home Alone by Rob Dunn.

So come and listen to our night time podcast called Bellydancing Week.  You can listen to it here.

You can also listen to any of our podcasts, anytime,  by clicking on podcast buttons at the top and bottom of my blog.

And let me know what you think….

I’ve Never Worn Make-Up, Never … Until Now

Me in my Bellydancing Makeup

I don’t wear make-up.  I have never worn make-up.  Never, in my whole life.

I don’t know how to buy it, I don’t know how to put it on.  But on Saturday, when I dance with the Bennington Beledi Tribal Bellydancers,  I’ll be wearing make-up and it has to look good.

Kat (aka Kitty), my friend who introduced me to Bellydancing, gave me a little bag stuffed with make-up in December when my Bellydancing class had our holiday Hafla.   I wore the costume and the turban for that, but I skipped the make-up.

Someday, I thought to myself then, just not right now.

Six months later and now it’s “Someday“.  So last night I got out the little bag of make-up that Kat gave me and started drawing on my face.  Then I spit on a tissue and used it to rub all the make-up off.

I needed YouTube.

I chose a video where a woman, was applying eyeliner.  I paused the video before she began curling her eyelashes, but got a few pointers and most of all realized that the lines didn’t have to be perfect.

Then I took the bag of make-up into the brightly lit bathroom and tried again and again and again.

I looked at the pictures of the women I dance with every week, in full make-up, on the Bennington Beledi Tribal Bellydancing website, and copied what they did.

It was the eyeshadow that made me feel old.

It seemed to bring out my wrinkles in a way that made me feel like I was trying to cover them up.   I felt like an unsuccessful Cross-dresser.  Because Cross-dressing is supposed to make a person feel more comfortable in their skin, not less.

I sent a picture of myself to my friend Suzy, who just happened to text me.  “Well, just do what your comfortable with, she wrote back,  if it’s not fun or enjoyable then keep finding what works.”

Jon said I looked like a Madi Gras Hooker.   I took that as the compliment it was.  But I won’t dwell there.

I like Suzy’s advice.

So, before class this evening, I’ll go back to the bathroom with my make-up bag and try to find what works for me.   First I’m going to check out YouTube again and see if it’s best to put the eye shadow on first, or the eyeliner.  There’s also some cover make-up in the bag, maybe I’ll get brave and see how that works too.

Tonight we have our final full dress rehearsal before Saturday’s performance. (Which is from 10am-1pm at the Bennington Farmers Market in Bennington Vermont)   This morning I woke up with butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it….



I Am Enough Potholders For Sale

I Am Enough Potholders for sale in my Etsy Shop

“Wow…what timing… At yoga today our Yogi (Courtney) told us that when we breathe in to believe that “I am authentic”… Then as we exhale believe that “I am Enough”. How cool is that… Will be checking your Etsy shop… I’ve got to get her one of these potholders… Rebecca”

I believe my I Am Enough Potholders speak for themselves.  And I know they’re speaking directly to people because I’ve gotten a couple of messages similar to Rebecca’s.

I just finished sewing them and they’re now for sale in my Etsy Shop.  They’re $25 each + $5 shipping for one or more.  You can see them all  and buy them  here.

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“Yoni Tree”, My Fabric Painting

Yoni Tree is sold for sale in my Etsy Shop.  It’s  30″x 47 1/2″ and is  $400 + $20 shipping. 

Yoni is the sanskrit word for vulva, womb, vagina, the sacred place where life comes from.

The next time you take a walk in the woods or down your street, look and I’ll bet you’ll find a Yoni Tree.  A tree with an opening or folds  in it that resemble a vulva or vagina.  Once you start looking for them, they begin make themselves visible to you.

In my Yoni Tree fabric painting, I bring together many different parts of the sacred feminine.  From the symbolism of Yoni herself to the practical and creative endeavors of woman thought history.

The vintage quilt top is hand sewn, using scraps and a traditional quilt pattern, a functional art form.

The doilies were the kind of creative work women were encouraged to do in the past.  Most of them have outlived their function of covering table tops or being draped over chairs.

So I’ve found another purpose for the old worn and torn quilt top and the outdated doilies.  I’m using what other women have created as the raw material for my fabric painting, incorporating the energy they imbued their work with.

I like the juxtaposition  of using permanent marker to draw on the white spaces of the quilt top.  I took imagery from my Language of the Goddess book by Marija Gimbutas to inspire the drawings.

And, as I said  yesterday, the leaves are the extra coins from my coin bra, each sewn on with a blue bead.

This is a close up of some of the branches, drawings and leaves…

At the center of the Yoni is a small mirror that I took from a cholie made in India.  I used two old buttons to make the clitoris. And the surrounding red doily is two doily roses stitched together.

My Yoni Tree, is 30″ x 47 1/2″ and is sold $400 + $20 shipping.  You can buy it in my Etsy Shop, just click here.  Or you can email me here if you’d rather send a check.



Snake In The Manure Pile

Every day I’ve been taking a wheelbarrow full of manure from the pile that’s accumulated over the past year and have been spreading it out in the pastures.

The pile, which was pretty high and wide, is nearly gone and the pastures are sprinkled with manure which is slowly fertilizing the grass for the sheep and donkeys to graze on.

It’s a slow, purposeful and satisfying chore.

In the past we’ve had our neighbor and construction worker, Vince, come with his tractor to move some of the manure into a truck for a friend’s garden, then spreads the rest down the hill behind the pile.

But this spring the grass was a little thin in the pastures and common sense kicked in.  The pasture needs fertilizing and we have a pile of donkey poop.

Like stacking the winters wood, it took much less time than I would have thought to knock down the pile of manure.  Our world has become such a fast place.  Every thing needing to be done immediately, then often, forgotten in the next moment as we move on to the next thing.

I like the idea of taking time, of spreading the work our over days and weeks when I can.  It forces me to slow down. To experience a different kind of time, closer to the natural rhythms of the earth.

A time we humans used to be more familiar with but we seem to have forgotten.

(This snake was in the manure pile this morning so I only bothered her to take a video.  I’ll spread my daily wheelbarrow of manure this afternoon, after she’s moved on).

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