About my post below this one...

I wrote this "story poem" "Cinderella of the Underworld" in the post below a few years ago and had posted it in my blog during that time. Recently quite a few people have gone to this older post and read it and made some very thoughtful and nice comments about it. I even think I might have helped some people along the way with this little "true story" of mine.

I remember when I wrote this how easy it came and how it just seemed to "flow" out of me...took me about 20 minutes or less. I had just finally after years of denial come to the conclusion that my father who I always used to defend had not protected me as a father should have...from my mother. Though an alcoholic and abusive also I always used to feel that my father understood me best and at least we would have talks that were intelligent and real and often "emotional"...something I never ever ever received from my mother nor my two sisters...feelings, emotions and "being real" were not "allowed"...odd how I came out of this dysfunctional family being the one that was always able to "feel" and to express those feelings also. I often wondered why I was so different as a child and adult than the rest of the family. How come I didn't turn out like them or act like them? How come I didn't become just another fundamental baptist christian with all the dogma hate and anger like them? How come I was the black sheep who broke the cycle? And how come they have never really cared about let alone loved me or even cared if I lived or died? And how come I never became an addict? It runs in the family.......I was so blessed for this one thing to not have been a part of my life...addiction....and yet I was surrounded by it...even in the 15 years I had been married...the second time around no less.

Well, answers to these questions can never be answered really..it's more about trying to heal as time goes on even if your life become more and more difficult and with situations that you must always handle and "take care of" with no"back up" whatsoever...no family that you know you can turn too..no family that you know will ever be there for you....because they never were there for you in the first place since you were born..it's not easy..but writing about it as time went along sure has helped me.

Reading a post recently from Yoga for Cynics (check my blog link and you will find his blog) I read something he had written. I hope he won't mind if I quote him a bit here.

"If your family doesn't like you for who you are and they think you should be more like "them", and they treat you like you'll nevr live up to their standards...then you better take it as a compliment and consider yourself lucky that their limitations will never be yours, that you'll never need their approval". Thank you very much yoga for cynics...for when I read what you wrote, it helped heal some more of those old wounds. It's almost like being acknowledged...

About two days after I wrote Cinderella of the Underworld I rented the movie "Ever after" with Drew Barrymore...it was kind of a remake of the original Cinderella story. As I watched it, it suddenly hit me that my childhood and some of my adulthood also was very much like the Cinderella story! Only my father was alive...and my two sisters are not my stepsisters but my real sisters. I found it so ironic that I had just written "my Cinderella story" a few days before I had seen this movie!

My mother was very much like Cinderella's stepmother only a bit worse in the abusive ways..you can't even begin to imagine...there was never ever any maternal love or caring for her daughter...at least not this one...it was more like we the children were always taking care of the adults and all their "adult" problems..we were a pain to them...and they shared this with us almost daily what a burden we were to them...just in general and financially too..my mother had shared with me many times how she wished I had never been born.

My father tried but years ago it had finally come up, out of the blue, and the words came flowing out of my mouth out of nowhere "my father never protected me from my mother".."not only that he was not a good nor strong father and he abused me also and his drinking and alcoholism made him incredibly cruel through the years"..and "we were their little slaves"...I looked up at my therapist at that time when I said that and she looked at me "knowingly"...I could see that she already knew this long ago and was just waiting for when the realization would come to me....she knew it would she had said..and then we talked about if for about a year on and off.

Things changed for me more once I admitted about my fathers huge weakeness...knowing what my mother was doing to me and how she was beating me and treating me all those years...but he did not have the courage to stand up and speak and to tell her to stop...years and years and years of never doing anything or "saying" anything about it....my sisters were similar in their "nonactions" and the way they treated me putting me down and trashing me all the time...that I was "making trouble" by speaking up for myself..and my "co called rebellion"...so I better just "stop it".."or else"...I walked out in the middle of those "hateful mean" sermons in the church many many Sundays as a child through the years....and I paid for that on a regular "beating" basis..it made me sick to my stomach and heart and soul to listen to the hate coming out of that preachers mouth all the time...I knew he was "wrong" and he was filled with anger and controlling all these people...so sick...and though I got beat as a child over and over for walking out all those times, I still do not regret that I did walk out of those sermons...I saved my soul...I would not put up with that kind of evil sick crap! I knew as a child that this was not for me....

It's very sad to come from a family of totally repressed people...except their ability to physically abuse you...in that they were not repressed. I still often wonder to myself that the stork just dropped me off at the wrong house and I really did not belong there. From the book "the women who run with the wolves" the author speaks of this and in a tale she describes people that feel this way that we come from the "Zygot" family...we are called "Zygots"...where the stork accidently dropped us off at the wrong house..and we really belonged to that wonderful family about 4 blocks down where we really would fit in "just perfectly"...and the mother and father were good parents...etc...

Though I could not have kids and tried for years...I realize now maybe that was how it was supposed to be...who knows...maybe I would have passed down that hatred like my mother did with me to my own child? But you know I really don't think so...I love children and teens of all ages and I know many fosters kids and have been there for them..I understand a lot of their pain I can relate to them and they always knew they could share and talk with me. Everything happens for a reason...surely there was a reason for all of this in my life? I have learned so much...it still amazes me how far I have come.

It's how to let go and forgive when you know your family doesn't give a rats "A**" about you...but I do know that my mothers mother did the same thing to her and so I do understand in my mind how all these "patterns of abuse" came from...I think my mother was probably a lot like me when she was a child...she probably fought for her soul just like I did...but she gave in to "submission"...and then she finally caved in to her mothers "forceful pressure" once she was an adult...to become a radical fundamental "hell and damnation" baptist chrisitan...or whatever you want to call it...I watched it happen I heard her mothers (my grandmothers) phone calls yelling and preaching at her all the time...and oh by the way did I mention that almost my whole family are all this religion and are very very repressed till this day? To them I am the "evil one" yet I know that in a bizzare way they respect that I've made it thus far all on my own..I'd liked to see them do the same...I really dont' think any of them could.

Forgiveness is a long hard road...but I know it still hurts but not as much...and like yoga for cynics said I do feel lucky and I do take it as a compliment that they want nothing to do with me...

The whole truth and nothing but the truth...hope to learn more lessons along the way..so my little poem story is the post below this...and oh by the way guess what my maiden name was? "King"...I know it's ironic isn't it?

Rhiannon

Yes we did!..Yes we can "The Healing begins"....

For obvious reasons I'm posting this pic I had already posted of Obama on Nov. 4th, 2008. I added the text to the photo. It's going to be a "New day" "In a New way" very soon now! Horray! What a Blessing..

Love and Blessings to all,

Rhi

Loreena Mckennit....."Full Circle"......

"In your heart.....in your soul.....did you find peace there"? The very beginning of the video is instrumental, so be patient to hear her beautiful singing and to enjoy the beauty of nature and art in this video.

I can't help myself, I love this video song "right here"!

The Pussycat dolls singing their song "I hate this part right here". I love it!

The first time I heard this song the other day on the radio I couldn't help myself I just wanted to dance! Can't wait to move into my own place hopefully soon, so I can play it and get back to my old rockin dance steps physical therapy routine and having more fun! There is no room in the little bedroom I live in at the people's house I live in to even move around in let alone dance! All I have that's left is crammed in this one room. Hope you enjoy this music video as much as I did. Love those feathers in her hair.....I used to put feathers in my hair like that way back when.....looks like it's coming back in style!

The tale of the Welsh Mare Goddess "Rhiannon".

Rhiannon's association with horses, magical birds and the island "Otherworld" place her in a well established tradition with the Celtic world, as does her mysterious origins and her unjust treatment at the hands of her host community. She also exemplifies the medieval author's artistry at it's very best...wherein mythic archetypes are also represented in the human dimension....with distinct emotional and social characteristics which can touch us even today. Through the figure of Rhiannon, a powerful prescence is evoked. We come to know and respect this unique personality through her power of words and wisdom of forbearance. But like any three dimensional character she is not without her occasional flaws. Some of her less thoughtful actions carry serious repercussions. However, so carefullly does the author create this synthesis of the deeply human with the divine, that her endurance of the tragic yet redemptive fate as the Horse Goddess carries an unusually psycho-dramatic affect. Rhiannon bore her suffering and injustice with a patience that still seems remarkable.

In the mythological story Rhiannon came to our world and she met a human man and fell in love....she broke the Goddess rules so basically her punishment for breaking those rules was to lose her powers that she had...however the one power she never lost was the power to know what would happen down the road in the near future..and also her intuition to "pick up on" and know what is happening in the present before most others do.. a bit "ahead of her time" and yet "an old soul"....yet Rhiannon no longer had the power to change what would happen...even though she "knew"...the good and the bad..

Rhiannon was also cursed for something she did not do.....and her punishment for her so called "crime" was to sit every day at the court of "Arberth" castle entrance for 7 years near a horse-block outside the gate, telling her story to all that passed by. In addition Rhiannon was to carry any willing guest to the court on her back as a horse would.

Rhiannon was also always surrounded by three birds...a healing presence that brought peace and serenity to others in their suffering.

*When I first heard the song "Rhiannon" long long ago by Stevie Nicks I loved and related to it but didn't know why I just did.. Then in the late 90's I read about how Stevie came to write this song and what she read and learned about Rhiannon the Welsh Mare Goddess. So I started reading up on all the Mythological stories of Welsh Mare Goddess "Rhiannon" (about 11 years ago) and immediately was able to relate to so much of her mythological tale and what Rhiannon went through. Which is why I then gave myself the nickname of "Rhiannon" 10 year ago...some people in person call me by this name as they know "her story" and "my story" also and understand....and online I am basically known as Rhiannon. I certainly feel more like Rhiannon in my heart, spirit and soul...I'm part of her story...I've known what her story is like I've felt it in my own life. And I'm more comfortable wtih her name than my real name. So Rhiannon I am and so the "memory remains the same" as Stevie Nicks would say.

So now you know a bit more about why I gave myself the name Rhiannon....it was also a "spiritual growth name" in my learning and growing process...a new name for all the new changes and what I've experienced in my life....and I continue with the ever evolving changes as each day passes.

"Take me with the wind take me with the sky"

Love and Blessings,

Rhiannon.

Captain for Dark Mornings....video song, written and sung by Laura Nyro....

This is one of Laura Nyro's beautiful songs from "New York Tendaberry" my favorite album of all time...yes I said of all time!..if you read the reviews of this album on Amazon.com you will read many stating the same opinion that I have about her..there is no one else like her and there never will be. She was a true artist and spirit..and fame and money was never her goal....it was always about her passion, her soul, her spirit her creativity of her "Art".

What a talent she was..prolific, beautiful poetic lyrics, passionate, funky and she wrote and produced most of all her songs along with playing her piano and she had names of colors for musical notes..thats the way she saw notes..in colors... She spoke her own special musical language and expression with her unique words..like "keys" meant something else."...captain" meant her man...etc..etc...she wrote and sang "Eli's coming", I disliked the hit songs of it by others...Laura sang it so different so beautiful..maybe I will post that next. Most other artist sang some of her songs and had hits out of them but when you hear her sing the originals you go "say what"???

To me all of Laura's songs were like musical plays.....you could envision and use your imagination and "feel and see them"...what she was singing and the notes and well it's just too hard to explain..they all told a story and she went up and down in voice range all over the place. This song is about 35 years old...and I never tire of hearing any of her songs and music..never...I have all of her original albums..

Laura your spirit lives on in your music..thank your for your short time here on earth...and now an angel in spirit from above still singing in your beautiful rapture. Thanks for letting me share this with you all...Rhiannon

My Drawing of Linda Ronstadt.....

I drew this drawing of Linda Ronstadt when I was in my late 20's. I remember I had only done a few of these "White drawings" on black paper...it was not easy as the light and shadows are just the opposite! It was a good unique way to teach the brain something, a different way of drawing and looking at things...but very hard. Look at all the details of the musical equipment and those huge headphones in those days!...wow was that difficult and boy do I remember I was so determined to finish this and so I did! Notice the pig on her t-shirt? She loved pigs still does I think.

I have most of all my original drawings I've kept through all these years in my portfolio. Or I've sold some originals through the years but then decided to sell more prints so I can keep the originals. I haven't sold anything in over a year due to the expense of making prints and the special glossy paper and the amount I had to put out to frame and ship them off. I haven't sold a lot through my life but I have sold them throughout my life if that makes any sense?

Anyway I remember I had only done a few of these "White on black" drawings. I hope to sell more of my Artwork down the road so I can make some extra money to help me be able to pay my rent when I get my housing soon I hope. Due to being on disability now it's a rough road but there is so much I'm greatful for like still being alive and around and kicking and able to walk! With the brain damage I've recently found out I have (and have had for years apparently) and my vision problems, I am not able to draw much like I used to. My hands shake..but I can still write my poetry..thank you Angels for that! Remember this drawing is old so a bit worn and faded..but it's the real thing!..............Hope your all enjoying the Holidays...Love and Peace, Rhiannon.

The winds of time...calming the waters..

May motherearths nature force slowly begin to breath again in quiet contentment....may harsh winds become soft breezes and may the rage become at peace in soft abandon.... may we, "souls of humanity", open our eyes to the light behind the darkness...may our ears hear the beautiful calling of the Angel spirits and Heavens essence wrapping soft safe angel wings around our sorrow, pain and heartache...we are not alone for "after the storm" is the beauty of the lesson..."We all need each other we all are connected".....please don't wait for the disasters to happen before we awake from our deep sleep of ignorance....its time for a healing here for the whole country, the whole world, lets not hide behind our eyes, but let them open to "the Souls of Humanity".....We are not alone "Angels are watching over us".....

Rhiannon