Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Woman's Soul Journey










Woman’s Soul Journey
by Katie Sulkowski
How many of us don’t take the time to recharge, to listen to our inner guide that speaks to us in soft manners but pounds in our hearts underneath the daily grind? Why do we under-value time off to just be⎯or make time to be like a kid again? As my friend, Nicole and I packed up and departed our R&R vacation at the beach, we were not tired, but our bodies had just settled in to a new slower rhythm. We had made promises to the moon in certain slant of light that opened doors which cannot be closed. This, our Chopin-esque Awakening. To keep it alive, we brought back special souvenirs⎯what may not look to be important, but as I learned later, they are enough to change us.
Since when did that spirit-centric life seem unimportant or not as important? In need of a restorative getaway for not too expensive, we chose Tybee Island off the coast of Savannah, GA. It had the right combination. Easy access, we could get in the car and go, great hotel rates on the beach before peak season, and plenty to do and see in nearby-Savannah. There we followed our noses exploring the hidden treasures of Savannah’s historic district, an old port and a beautiful 15-minute drive from Tybee.
I recommend 3 things for a truly restorative weekend women’s getaway:
Do what you love. For me, it is sipping a bold Americano on the beach at 11:00 a.m. after I’ve slept in and moseyed on down the beach to my favorite café, Surfside Café, and taking it to the beach to watch the waves pursue me in the young daylight.
Take an adventure. Nicole and I went for a bike ride to the Tybee Lighthouse. It wasn’t planned; we didn’t even know there was a historic lighthouse on the island! At Surfside Café, the owner, Monty asked what we planned to do and our shrugged shoulders and giddy smiles gave us away that we had no fixed itinerary. Well, he exclaimed, you must take a bike ride around the island. He helped us where the best local place was to rent bikes, and to let the owner, Dave, know he sent us over. Fat Tires was our next destination after morning coffees and a breakfast of the world’s best mini cinnamon rolls on the beach.
Read a book together. This is not the most obvious one. In fact, this one also took us both by surprise. Nicole brought the book Captivating by John and Stacy Eldridge (Thomas Nelson, 2005). She asked if she could read a passage to me while laying on our beach mats, a steady wind whipping through our hair. Of course! I responded, nothing delights the kid in me more than being read to as was a favorite past time of my youth. Only this time, I was a grown woman, single, looking to my North Star for the next direction, and hoping with intensity that the next and only star-crossed love of my life is soon arriving. Captivating, I had heard before, was such a book to ignite the heart longing for true love, the kind of Tristan and Isolde.
For me love is synonymous with the beach. It is a Paradisiacal place where I’ve fallen in love many times in my lifetime. Long ago, I met a young man there, and conversations of ambiguous nature were whispered in the moonlight. Reaching back to the beginning, the beach also holds my first memory of love, as a little girl no more than 2 or 3, waking up for the first time to the yellow beach and slender strip of royal and teal blue, running full blast into the ocean falling in love with this rainbow pouring over me. I still feel this way to this day.
Reading from Captivating to one another, short excerpts or whole chapters, whatever way the spirit leads, is a subtly transforming experience. It is affirming and healing in its truth as it poured over my ears and eyelids, shoulders and body with the warm sun rays stroking down my limbs from a vast blue sky. So did the truth weave into our hearts with the salt and the sea those three days as we two friends read and listened, stopped and shared our stories what the words reminded us of. In this organic, trusting and surrendering way, we co-created a trip of healing for our bodies, our hearts and souls. Like Jonah’s whale, the sea swallowed the blockages that serve us no more, only in their ability to serve as stepping stones to a new transformative perspective. There, within the seascape from the mollusks to the grains of sand to the wood swing on the dunes, to the tides of people coming and going with the change of hour life infuses everything.
Change. Sometimes to invoke change we know we need, we need to change positions⎯get up and move! See the world from a new angle, a new light, in a new planetary wind path, through the gentleness of a new friend’s smile to come guide us through these waters. Giving myself the gift of travel, excursion, child-like play at the beach, I reconnect with a very elemental core of my being⎯my childhood⎯where I spent hundreds of hours in meditation on the beach. And when I am in the midst of turbulent change⎯what I need is the gingerly stroke of Mother Nature. The model of gentle change like silver stars migrating across a night sky, or the waxing of the ivory moon, or a school of lavender and tan pelicans crossing my viewfinder in flight. Simple beauty relaxes me. Enough where I let go and my defenses come undone. What I know goes and takes a hike or a very long swim and leaves me alone⎯the me I came to greet at the water’s edge upon arrival as she reconnects with the beauty of the sea, and finds her way back inward to the wholesome, eternal youth who is journeying the surface of this planet, but more, the hardscrabble of this life and knows when it’s time to take refuge at the beaches of her heart, the waves whistling, "Follow your bliss."
In a couple short days, confidence too returns and I am awake to the change arising in me. I’ve dusted off and let my true voice out to play in the fresh air and met the good hot sun. We’re gaining shiny, new energy again to take back with us to our home-home. That place outside of Paradise, where we must ask to be loved. That is OK.
Deep longing is part of the grace given to Eve to drive her to the River of Life.
What that means in the book, is archetypal Eve is filled with a drive and longing that no thing, no one can “slake her thirst” but relationship with the One. Her oneness with everything, the seascape, eternal love and desire from which she was created. And this same longing drives us to each of our rivers, wherever, whomever they may be.
To soothe a friend, Nicole sweetly helped re-make a memory at the beach to replace the older one. But I realize, all experiences are part of my rainbow and they are special and can exist. In the moment, the only feeling to feel standing in front of Nature’s sunrise is: I am greatly loved and lovable. I am the dawn and dusk of life, that beautiful rainbow of hope and promise what the day will bring. On this, my latest trip to Tybee, the unexpected happened: I fell in love with me.
In the dusk of things, the greatest souvenir we can take back into our world with us is not a what, not book or perfect shaped-shell, or the colorful pictures we may take. Rather, the greatest souvenir are the echoes of our dreams we claim to value, for they are enough to transform us.


For more information about Tybee:
Ocean Plaza Beach Resort – oceanplaza.com (912) 786-7777 Free beach parking for guests. Also has a great brunch at their famous Dolphin Reef Restaurant. 15th ST. and Ocean Front, Tybee Island, GA 31328
CSidesurf Café – www.csidesurf.com (912) 786-9312
Fat Tire Bikes – fattirebikestybee.com (912) 786-4013 For rates, visit their website. Open 10:00 a.m.-5:00 p.m. daily; free delivery and pickup. Also serving Fat Tire beer.
Savannah Historic District many great sites and restaurants.
For the best pecan pie in the entire universe, go to locally owned River House Seafood and Bakery on the riverfront, also featured on TV Food Network’s Food Finds. For the full menu visit riverhouseseafoodcom.

 2009 Katie Sulkowski

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

A FairyTale for the Holidays

The Tale of Felipe and His Magic Last Name
By Katie Sulkowski

One evening, a young man by the name of Felipe, had been wandering in a forest after a long journey by foot. He was a solitary traveler, and consequently a man of few words and many thoughts. His face was covered with dark prickly hairs, making him seem much older and more mysterious than he thought himself to be. Felipe was tired and needed a warm place to rest for the night so he could continue his journey the next day.
While deep in thought, remembering the happy days of his childhood, climbing banana trees and drinking sweet coconut milk, Felipe came upon a small cabin. Apparently, it was an old cabin because the thatched roof looked worn and patched several times. Felipe knocked on the little door. After a minute, an old white haired man opened the door. Felipe, a kind and humble gentleman introduced himself and explained to the old man how tired his legs were and if it was possible to stay in a warm house for the night before beginning his journey in the morning. He would be no trouble at all, just a blanket and a pillow was all he needed. But the old white haired man was already closing the door when he told Felipe he had no extra blankets and his house had no fire to keep him warm anyways. The old man told Felipe to try the next house,
“A little old woman lives there, I am sure she can help you.” Felipe, a little discouraged, said goodbye to the old man an sought out the next house where the old woman supposedly lived. It was quite a long walk, more than Felipe had anticipated, but his solitary travels had taught him patience, and despite his aching legs and back, he patiently walked on. Finally, he came to another house. Felipe knocked and the little old woman came to the door in her night clothes.
“I’m sorry to disturb you ma’am, my name is Felipe and I am a tired traveler; would it be possible if I had a warm meal and bed for the night? I will be on my way when the sun rises.” The old woman shook her head as she told Felipe she had only a bed of stiff boards, he would have to try the next house.
“There, a young maiden lives surely she has plenty of room and an extra blanket. I do, however, have a hen in the back that you can have to cook a good meal. Come with me.” Felipe followed the old woman to the back yard and there, lay sleeping, was a nice round hen. Felipe took the hen and held her tight under his arm. He thanked the old woman and was on his way.
And finally, Felipe and his hen, more exhausted, came upon a medium size house, quite cheerful but somehow very dark, there were no windows. Felipe walked to the door and knocked. He noticed there was no doorknob on this door. And then it opened! A beautiful young woman stepped into full view and asked what this man was knocking for, so late at night in the middle of such a forgotten forest. Felipe introduced himself and asked if he could rest in a warm house for the night. All he could offer her was a chicken dinner. The maiden assured Felipe he was welcome for the night. Felipe then entered the house, with the hen still under his arm and took it to the back yard to prepare a chicken dinner for the two of them.
After dinner, the young woman gave Felipe a blanket and pillow. She said goodnight and closed the door to her room. Felipe began to think and dream about his childhood home on the sunny beach, feeling the warm ocean wind on his face. Then suddenly, he heard a scream from behind the maiden’s door. Then it was silent and Felipe closed his eyes. Another scream! Felipe sat up and waited. After a while, more screams behind the closed door, and Felipe got up to check on the maiden. He knocked, and asked if the young woman was all right. She said she was fine and for him to return to bed. As Felipe hesitantly came away from the door, there was another scream. Felipe opened the bedroom door to fin the maiden tied to the far wall, a cloth around her mouth and cloth covering her eyes. She was hanging from her arms, her feet barely touching the floor.
Felipe rushed to untie her, and asked her how she became tied up like this. He asked her why she was screaming. The maiden only told Felipe to leave the house immediately not to ask these questions, just to forget what he saw and heard. Felipe could do no such thing. He picked up the young woman and told her he would take her away from whomever was doing this to her. She pleaded he leave her.
Felipe turned around and there standing in the doorway, was a huge hairy man. Felipe stunned, held fast to the young woman and demanded they pass through that doorway! The huge hairy man unfolded his arms and came toward Felipe and the maiden.
The huge man picked up Felipe who was still holding the woman, then struck Felipe who then went unconscious, the woman still in his arms.
Felipe woke up after some time it seemed in the forest. He rose and saw the young maiden again tied to a tree, her mouth and eyes covered. The huge hairy man grabbed Felipe from behind and took him to a cave. The hairy man spoke,
“Felipe,” he said, “The whole name, I want it.” And Felipe quite shocked he was still alive, took a deep breath, sat down and said,
“Before I tell you my last name, I must warn you, it has a danger. If I reveal to you my last name, something bad will happen to you, but I cannot tell you what before hand. It is an old curse placed upon me many decades ago by an unknown gypsy. And now, nobody knows me, those who do . . . .”
The huge hairy man said never mind to Felipe’s story, he needed to have Felipe’s last name. For the huge hairy man was also under a curse, and old curse bestowed upon him decades ago. He was told, however, there would be one man that could break the curse someday but uttering his last name. The huge hairy man knew it was Felipe who would break the curse because he was also told the man would look exactly as he, before the hair sprouted all over his body. This is why the hairy man did not kill Felipe when he was in the maiden’s house.
Still ignoring Felipe’s warning, the huge hairy man pressed Felipe to speak his last name. Felipe’s mouth curled around the syllables slowly at first, but it was a short name and it was over quick. After a moment of silence and perfect stillness in that cave, all the hair on the huge man began to shed. And he shed and he shed an he shed until he was a completely naked man, except for the hair on his head. The huge hairy man was no longer hairy nor seemed so huge, in fact, without all that hair he was the exact height as Felipe. In fact, Felipe noticed, the man looked exactly like him!
Felipe did not know what to say or do. The man took Felipe’s scarf and wrapped it around his torso, and then he thanked Felipe for breaking his curse. But Felipe still did not understand how this man looked exactly as he. Felipe spoke,
“I do not understand how a man had shed all this hair, and turns out to look exactly as myself, what is more... the danger I told you of will happened now that I uttered my name.” The man responded,
“Nothing could be so bad as to be trapped in a cage of hairy monster everyday of your life, too hideous to be seen, too frightful to be liked or wanted, too scary to be known.”
“It is more awful, I think,” said Felipe.
“Well tell me.” The man still did not believe Felipe.
“You only have three months to live. This curse also insures that nobody know my true identity, and when it is revealed, those who know me, perish after a short time. I am to be alone forever.” The man was stunned and speechless. But calmly he said,
“I would rather live 90 days a man, myself, than be that beast forever. And since I have a limited time, we must work fast to break your curse. I think I can help you.” Felipe was amazed that the man not only took the bad news so well, but he would devote his last days in helping him break the old curse.
“How can you help me?” Felipe asked. The man replied,
“Felipe sit down, I have a story for you. Many many years ago a young queen became pregnant. She was to have twin boys, the mystic fairy told her so in a dream on the 12th night of her pregnancy. She was so happy that for the whole 9 months she prepared for their coming into the world. She had a large room in the palace decorated just for boys and she had horses trained for when they were older and she had the finest silks imported that would be cut for their clothes. The king was also anticipating the joy of twin baby boys. He had lion skins cut for rugs to be placed before each crib, and gold jewels made for their future medallions.
“This particular king and queen would make good parents, but they did not make good people. They could offer their baby boys all the love and security in the world, but they did not give this to all the people in the kingdom in which they ruled. In fact, they neglected the peasants and poorer laborers all together. The queen’s sister came to visit shortly after the twins were born. They looked much like their father. She said, ‘But they have their mother’s smile.’ The queen and her sister had a pleasant visit for three afternoons straight. And then, as the queen’s sister was leaving the palace, she saw one hundred hungry, homeless people of the kingdom laying by the castle gate wall⎯wanting to speak with the king⎯and ask him for help in their desperate situation. The queen saw them and ordered her guards to beat them until they left or were dead. The queen’s sister was devastated and ashamed that a sister who could love her own babies so well, could not carry that love outside her castle door to the people of her kingdom. Some years later, when the babies had learned to run and talk some, they became very ill.
“The queen summoned the royal doctor, but he was in another kingdom far far off; it would take a month at least to reach him. The babies would certainly be too ill by then. The only other resort was the old decrepit widow who lived in the corner of the kingdom⎯she was known to have healing remedies and spells of certain kinds. Nobody had seen her for 20 years⎯nobody wanted to see her because her stench was more hideous than her appearance! The queen refused this option; she could not have such a creature near her children. So the queen stayed awake 4 days and 4 nights waiting to see if her children broke their fevers. They did not, and finally the queen summoned old Yagar, the old decrepit widow, from her pit in the corner of the kingdom.
The king’s loyal men rode out before sunrise on the 5th morning and returned with an even more decrepit, more hideous Yagar than the king or queen remembered from 20 years ago. Her stench as well was worse; it guarded her like a pack of wolves.
Yagar knew why she was summoned and she approached the beds where the twin boys lay weak and delusional. Yagar placed a bonny hand on each boy’s forehead and said what seemed to be prayer under her breath. She then took the amulet she had placed around her neck and unscrewed it. From the top, there was a dropper full of purple liquid. Yagar placed 2 drops into each boy’s mouth. She then turned to the queen and instructed her to let them rest and by morning her boys would be perfectly healthy. No sooner did Yagar finish, the queen ordered her guards to, ‘Dispose the court if such filth immediately!’ The guards grabbed the arms of Yagar and she shouted, ‘You! Queen of such a fair kingdom! Have made a grave mistake this day. A display of kindness shown today; you return with a cruel and shameful act. You have chosen not to see me, not to know me, despite the service I have lent, the life of your children. Well, let your punishment be this: Your boys will grow up not knowing their only brother nor their own mother and father! They will walk this earth not knowing anyone, not seeing the true soul of any other human being, just like their mother. And they will suffer as you will.’ With those words, the palace grew dim and there was a purple glow from the floor around the little boys’ beds. When the queen opened her eyes, there before her, just in Yagar’s place, stood her sister. The queen’s sister then took the boys and disappeared from the palace.”
The man that looked just like Felipe paused for a moment; he looked down and took Felipe’s hand.
“You see, Felipe, those boys are us. It is you and I who have borne the suffering of an evil done by our own mother so many years ago. But despite our curse, we have found each other and have the chance to redeem our brotherhood and our name. Felipe, you must understand that we are brothers and have found each other.”
Felipe knew the man must be right, he felt it deep in his heart that the man was telling the truth. Felipe nodded and after a moment said,
“Now that I have my only brother, my curse has taken to you and you will die in three months time.”
“Felipe, do not worry about me, I have told you. Now we must spend this time being clever to break your curse. But first, it is late, let us sleep. Tomorrow we will begin.”
The next morning came fast for Felipe and his brother. The sun rose with a red cape around it rising high above the mountains. The men gathered their few belongings and set out to break Felipe’s curse once and for all. This became their daily mission and routine for a month. On the 31st day, Felipe and his brother came to a village gate, and there sat the guard dog as Felipe would expect. As they neared the gate, Felipe realized the dog was asleep. A guard dog never sleeps; this was very unusual. Then Felipe noticed slumped to the ground was the guard himself, asleep also! This was extremely unusual! Suspicion grew in Felipe and his brother so they decided to proceed into the village. When the men reached the other side they were in awe and pure wonder as to what they saw. Everyone in the whole village was asleep, as if someone had put a spell on them in the middle of the day, when everyone was working, and walking, talking and eating, cooking and sharing and reading and washing.

Felipe and his brother walked to the center of the village because there stood a small stone monument with an engraving. It read:

Here sleeps the town of Rem.

Only the man with the right
magic word can break the
rhythm of this sleeping spell.

Fore worn,
the word is not right
Find your bed
and have a good night.

But, should you be the man
to utter the magic word,
your task is not so easy.
A test is placed upon your head
and heart. Be you wise
and compassionate
and rewarded in
the end.

Felipe turned to his brother who was showing the first signs of fatal illness, and raised a brow. His brother nodded assuring him to utter his name, the magic word that would surely awaken the town. Felipe took another small step toward the stone and whispered his name. Sure enough the people rose from their long slumber. Slowly they stretched and yawned and opened like flowers to the morning sun after a long chilly night. They rubbed many years of sleep from each other’s eyes and continued on their paths and daily routines as though the day was never interrupted. Felipe and his brother watched in awe as a whole town became alive and filled with noise again. Felipe and his brother took a liking to the town, though they didn’t forget their mission to break Felipe’s spell; they decided to stay in Rem for a short while.
It didn’t take long for the brother’s illness to grow within his body. His face grew hollow, his eyes deep, and his bones sharp. Felipe cared for his brother dearly during this time.
Then one day, Felipe was on his way to the market and noticed many elderly people were unable to climb the many stairs to the market. Consequently they had to ask others to buy fresh fruits and vegetables for them, or beg the towns people descending the stairs with bags full and spilling over with fresh fruits and vegetables. It was a sad thing for Felipe to observe he thought. That afternoon Felipe began to gather wood and nails to build a ramp so that the elderly could go themselves to the market and buy fresh fruits and vegetables themselves. They would also be able to wheel their commodities down the ramp more easily. A week went by and the ramp was finally complete. It proved to be very useful, and the elderly greatly appreciated Felipe’s generous service.

Soon after Felipe was walking through the town and noticed many starving children and their mothers huddled in the shadows next to shops and torches. Felipe remembered seeing a huge abandoned barn that would be quite suitable serving as a shelter for them. Felipe spent days cleaning and preparing the barn shelter with cots and cooking kettles donated by the townspeople, and finally leading the women and children through the barn door into their new warm home. The women and children were of course very grateful to Felipe for his generous service.
By this time, weeks had gone by, Felipe’s brother did not have much time for his life was surely leaving him. Nor did they have much time to break Felipe’s spell. Felipe decided to take his brother to a hospital so his last days could be more comfortable. His brother insisted Felipe resume his journey to break the spell. But, Felipe could not leave his only brother who found him after so many years. Felipe walked to the hospital to inform them his brother would need a bed and nurse. But when he walked in the front door, he saw dirt and filth and lack of staff. Felipe decided to improve these conditions before he brought his brother in, and help the patients already there. He asked some of the elderly to help him clean and organize the patients’ beds; and he asked the women in the shelter to come and help the nurses. Before the week was up, the hospital was a sterile and friendly environment very capable of healing many patients. Felipe brought his brother in.
Felipe knew his brother had less than a week left. He spent all his time in the hospital, by his brother’s side. The final moments of the brother’s life finally came and went. Felipe kissed his brother’s forehead and whispered a final goodbye. He walked out of the hospital door to leave the town forever. An old woman walked in his path and said,
“Felipe you have done much for this town; your cleverness and compassion have greatly improved the life for many here in Rem. And we all thank you for such generous services. You have traveled a long way, all your life, and have learned pieces of your past. And you have lost greatly. It is time you got something in return for such humble existence. Continue on your way and you shall find what has been yours all along.” Felipe recognized this old woman, it was as though he knew her long ago, and he trusted her. He walked through a forest and pastures and came upon the palace that ruled the town of Rem. Felipe approached the palace gate and it opened with great welcome. There standing on the other side was a beautiful aged queen and a stern king. They looked as though sleep had just lifted from their ribs and took a new breath of waken life. The queen outstretched her arms toward Felipe, for a mother always knows her own. And the royal family embraced in overdue reunion.
After a proper and respectable funeral was given for the brother, Felipe was announced to the townspeople as heir to the throne. He became the dearly beloved and well known king of Rem, otherwise known as “The Kingdom of Felipe’s Friends.” In the center of town, Felipe put a stone monument dedicated to the legend of his brother, Ember.
copyright Katie Sulkowski 2005

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Her name is Malalai Joya

Spotlight on Afghan Female Parliamentary: Malalai Joya

Malalai Joya is the centerpiece of a 2006 documentary titled "Enemies of Happiness" produced by a Danish company, edited by Eva Mulvad. A viewing of the film can be seen on PBS.org; or select theaters. This review was done after viewing at Vanderbilt University, Nashville, Tennessee.

Malalai Joya is a live Athena because at just 28 years of age she sits in the Afghan parliament--Joya is the youngest person ever to be elected to Parliament in Afghanistan. And she's a woman. Malalai is a leader and incredible voice for the Afghan people, especially the illiterate masses, also victims of the tribal warlords' reign and terror, as well as women--many of whom desire change in their country such as fair voting process and women's rights. Malalai speaks quickly and with a beautiful melody in her native tongue, yet remarkably, she keeps a stern and poised expression on her face when delegating and consulting on many tough issues such as unfair arranged marriage, taboo divorce, and warlords buying the vote, or worse, threatening her people or her own life. Only one small clip in the hour-long film shows a vulnerable and emotional Malalai--when she's sitting with her sister who admires her greatly and says she worries for Malalai. The young politician goes to the window to shed a couple private tears. Then, the last scene she is being driven to Parliament in the city, briefcase in her lap, asking the driver to turn on some music because she does not know anything about music--she hasn't ever had time to learn because she's been working since she was in 8th grade--going to school in the morning, teaching others in the evenings. No doubt Malalai has a lot ahead of her and the Afghan people when it comes to creating a democracy in the cradle of the Middle East, but she has three things going for her that supports her as she empowers the Afghan people: love for her people, a higher education, and commitment to see her dreams for Afghanistan come true. LiveAthenas would like to encourage all our readers to view this documentary to know Malalai Joya, Parliamentary official for Afghanistan, and the positive changes she's giving voice and affecting in the Afghan nation.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Welcome to Live Athenas

Welcome to the new blogspot brought to you by two modern-day Athenas, just living and working and playing as spiritedly as we can in the one and only "Athens of the South." Another moniker for our city on a hill is the better known, Music City USA, home of country music ya'll!

Yes, yes. It's true; Nashville is the birthplace of LiveAthenas and shares a zipcode with Chet Atkins, June Carter Cash and Johnny Cash, and Hank Williams Jr. as well as the ONLY exact replica of the Parthenon [http://img.groundspeak.com/waymarking/13ace5e5-49ca-403e-8739-591780d13bb2.jpg], built in 1897 for the Centennial Exposition. A little known fact: at a time where Nashville and Atlanta rivaled in economy, railroads, and population, it was Nashville that was speculated to explode and expand on the national scene. Today, with a population a quarter of the size of Atlanta's, it's apparent Nashville has remained a small city, or a large town--depending on who you talk to on the street.

Nevertheless, in her Parthenon replica, off Broadway between MacDonald's and a funeral home, sets the majestic Athena quietly in her temple, gilded, at 41 feet 10 inches. There is about one foot of headroom between her and the temple ceiling. In her right hand, true to the myth, stands a poised 12-foot Nike, Goddess of Victory getting ready to award her Athena with a victory wreath.

Athena, Goddess of War, has with her some mighty accessories. She is requite with a spear--because every modern woman needs a spear to keep the ghouls, dragons, and pigs away. She's also got her Nike, her best gal-pal who guides her with great advice, support, or just a open ear to listen when A has a really bad day at work. And, most spectacularly, she's adorned with a gigantic shield and snake. Every woman should not leave home without her shield and snake!

What better heroine, warrior, and goddess than Athena, is there for modern women living in today's every-city-USA! She's intelligent, she's courageous, she's vulnerable (every hero is--thank you Achilles), she's a leader, and she's not infallible. She errs just like real women, too. But taking cues from her posture and focus, women today can imitate such character when entering the office, the jobs, their roles as mothers, friends, and daughters, when taking on new responsibilities and community roles, whether political, non-profit, or grass roots. Whatever our sisters are involved in these days, one thing is for sure: it's more than women have EVER been involved in, and we are learning from each other every step of the way, EVERYDAY. This blog is that experience, of two women going out into the world, and many times that means marching silently into our interior worlds, to become who we truly are. In our own eyes, who we are as an individual woman, individual person, as a sister in a global circle that is the world--we are everyday Athenas. We are the heroines of our own story, of each other's stories, and we are the voices of Nike to one another. So, as you come to this forum, remember that you are part of this same woman's story--it is YOUR story. A story of life, of resilience, of restoring, and of victories.

In this blog, Amy and I will share some of our Athena experiences as well as give pithy reviews of art and culture to add to this fabric of what makes compelling story for readers to find any nugget of truth or empowerment. Women today may not have a gilded shield with an animus snake to do our dirty work, but there's a lot out there to feel victorious about. To inspire, to celebrate and support is the reason we're writing. Hope you enjoy this, our small contribution to Voice, and please comment and share with others your Live Athena stories.

Peace,
Live Athenas