Or is Cosmic Cowgirls about creating balance in women’s lives?
And say, well no. Not at first anyway.
Cosmic Cowgirls stir sh*t up before it settles
into any semblance of what one might call balance.
When we have been hiding from who we are.
Not listening to the voice of the Muse for our whole lives.
Feeling isolated and confused about being here on earth.
Experiencing ourselves as the only one.
Feeling like if we are who we are, we won’t be loved.
Practicing being invisible since age 8.
Balance isn’t what the Art Doctor ordered.
The saddest thing of all is that the thing we hid from
is often the key to our genius, and our pleasure. ((((Sigh))))
The Art Doctor asks for a complete re-organization
of how you experience yourself and the universe
that starts with a pure prescription of unbridled unapologetic
Now chaos often just happens in our lives, and that isn’t what I mean.
Chaos is at work in the universe and in the world, and I don’t mean that either.
I mean chosen chaos. A conscious dismantling of beliefs. POW!
A free-fall into the possibility you might not be who you think you are.
The parts of ourselves and our lives begin to fly around
and we duck for cover (((((watch out for broken chains)))))
I don’t know how others do this but we do it ‘committing art’
Beliefs, relationships, projects and assignments begin to fly apart.
We don’t know what hit us or if we could call it ‘a good thing’
But something begins to rise up if we can listen
if we can stand in the center of the storm and pause there
and look around. WHAT IS THAT FEELING????
Then we dance. (booooggggiiiiiieeeeeeee down get down)
A new vitality begins to emerge we haven’t felt before.
We have destroyed the established order and chaos has come – YA!!!
It is from the piles that remain after the storm
that we build our dreams anew or chuck the stuff.
It is from here that a legend comes into view, yours!
Can I get an amen? ((((((((AMEN))))))))
Cosmic Cowgirls as a tribe, culture and response
to societal norms and conditions aims to destroy
established order. We aren’t going for it.
We have seen the impact on the lives of women
and families trying to fit in and keep up. Nope.
We choose awakeness over acceptance.
We choose revolution over acclimation.
We choose freedom over conformity.
We choose playfulness over appropriate.
We choose creativity over ‘assigned usefulness”
So no, Cosmic Cowgirls isn’t about creating balance,
first, it starts with CHAOS. And paintbrushes and
cupcakes, whiskey, midnight tea with the Muse
and cowboy boots. Perhaps Naked.
Signed in frosting,
~ Chief Laughing Cloud
“Commit Art” ~ As said by Sue Hoya Sellars
P.S. As soon as I published I of course noticed I wrote, destory instead of destroy.
But I like it. Keeping it, claiming it. New vocabulary.
On a personal note…
They say that the night I was conceived my parents
were on acid, white lightening, and walked naked down Montezuma Avenue
in Forest Knolls in Cowboy Boots. I came into THAT portal.
I think the seed for Cosmic Cowgirls chaos theory was started that night.
Now some 44+ years later my dear dad finds himself in the hospital
for accidental overdose (yes it was, and yes he is an addict), and he
won’t ‘come out of it’. We are scared. Yep, same time as Sue.
When my mother shows up, he comes into
consciousness. He told me, he smelled her before he saw her,
and that was his first moment he was conscious of where he was,
and this is over a week into lala land. Jonathan and I were standing
there. She touched his hair, she told me later she went where
he was ‘energetically’ instead of where they were trying to tell him
he was, the hospital. And from that space, he came online, didn’t
open his eyes. We heard him say F*ck like, OH NO, where am I
that Caron would be here? But that was it, his connection
to the world came back online from the smell of my mother.
In his chaos and dismantling of his universe he has come
back to life, and sober for the first time, since THAT night
of my conception, but he wasn’t sober then either lol.
They told me he might never return from where he was.
But he did. He did. And when I saw him last week
he told me about smelling my mom – he remembered
that as his consciousness returning moment.
Then we showed him the video Jonathan took of
the helicopter he took to the hospital – WOW COOL!
There is beauty in every story, it is helpful to look first
at the chaos for the beauty instead of the order.
Know what I mean Cowgirls?