In the beginning: Women in Creation

“Tiamat:Creation Story”

By Toni Truesdale

Tiamat. of the darkest sea of Creation.

Tiamat, of the abyss mixing waters;

The Creatrix vessel, the first

Body of heaven and earth

In the Babylonian beginning...

Tiamat, ancestress of the Biblical,

Alpha and Omega. 

Damaged but not destroyed by the patriarchs; 

Before the one in two;

Creator male/female: An/Ana

Whose divine daughter, Inanna, descended back into chaos

To establish sacred marriage rites, 

Of equality in the ancient 

Civilization of the Mesopotamian deltas.

They that revered small clay mothers

Set in every female house.

As Priestesses still spoke to the serpents

Close to the pulse of this sacred earth.

Creator Mother Tiamat’s beating heart,  as

Today we gaze up into to see again,

The beauty of her eyes... 

From Garden to Briar Patch: Ode to Eve

“From Garden to Briar Patch

Ode to Eve: another perspective on original sin”

Words and Image by Toni Truesdale

Poor Adam,

Would have been blind all his life

If it hadn’t been for Eve.

She was the smart one, you see;

She thought it all out

Knowledge was the key!

She listened to the wisdom of snakes

And ate to see….

 

What kind of sin was that?

You may quite rightly ask.

For what kind of deity demands

People be stupid, mute, blind, deaf, still;

And who would want to believe in that kind of supreme authority

That says “Do not question ME!”

(Adam did, Eve had her doubts)

 

Thrown out of the garden, (That Primordial duo),

Is how the story goes,

And into the world,

Where ole Eve gives birth;

Wait, don’t women do that anyway?

What kind of curse it that?

And where would any of us be?

 

Now, all women have been blamed,

(for thinking it appears)

And called imperfect for centuries,

(for seeing it all clear)

Why? Cause we wanted knowledge!

And for this, a male ”god” wrathfully imprisoned us

Psychologically;

(said: we needed to be controlled, wanted to be dominated)

 

And Eve is still cursed for her intelligence

Original sin it is called. But, is it “god” or Men

That so fear the wits of women?

 

In reality,

Like the trickster, Brier Rabbit,

We are born into a thorny world,

For who wants to live cloistered anyway?

And would we rather be free?

To think, to question

And to SEE.

 

So when you see that image of the couple,

Standing meekly by the apple tree,

In their nudity.

Think about it.

Is that what you want to be?

 

The Great Tree of Life

Is far older than any Authority;

Is from what we all are descended,

Our Mothers, Grandmothers, Great Grandmothers, Great, Great and so on…

Mitochondrially….

 

So thank the thoughtful Eve,

She challenged “god” and won,

For the thorny bush is filled with roses,

And that beautiful garden has always been

In all glorious fecundity,

Inside us,

All Women in history.

Dana/Danu: Song of the Tuatha de Danaan

Spirals pecked into rock

Set into massive stone shrines,

Built to last all the ages of humanity.

They signal the constant cycles of seasons;

Newgrange, Knowth, Dowth…

Portals for the Sidhe that

Drift into this world from the Other

At Equinox, vernal and autumnal;

From the chthonic world they were cast

By the Sons of Mil.

 

Waters swell to the surface,

From deep subterranean waters

Within this greening land.

Wells and Grottos mirror the darkening sky,

Just as they did for the eons of

Offerings and prayers

Left with generations of hope.

 

This is the song of Dana/Danu

Stone, water, land

Great Mother of the Tuatha De Danaan

The mysterious, gifted and beautiful

Ancestors of Ireland.

 

Please remember all my work written and painted is copyrighted, Thanks!

Coming: Spirit Women Coloring Book and The Great World Tree by Toni Truesdale

Spirit Woman Story: Skywoman

Spirit Women Stories
"The Woman who fell from the Sky" Iroquois Creation story
There are thousands of stories that explain who the world began, as many as the diverse cultures of the world. There are commonalities in all, water or the abyss, we begin in darkness and water. As human beings emerge usually after the earth is formed and animal wildlife exists, the stories can part in interpretation. The Judeo-Christian belief finds fault the female, even though she brings about modern life. And the Tree of Life common, in so many stories, forgets that the roots are from ancient female lineage. Forgotten also is An/Ana, male and female duality; and Inanna, their sacred daughter.
The most ancient story, predating the garden of Eden, is of Tiamat of the mid-east. She'll follow in another blog because she deserves her own discussion...
The Skywoman story is reflective of the duality myths. But just as the Iroquois (Onondaga, Seneca, Mohawk, Tuscarora, Oneida, Cayuga; together they call themselves the Haudenosaunee)  love to expand on the human gift of explaining the world and promoting understanding; their original tales are complex and meaningful.  The Great Tree of Peace is the direct descendant of the "Tree of Life" and remains central to their culture to this day.
Her story, The Skywoman, begins in the skyworld. From this beautiful place, a young woman pregnant with twins,  fell into the abyss to land on the back of the turtle. Her body became the earth;
her twins, nurtured by the divine grandmother, created the world as we know it with their dynamics of oppositional dialectics. They call the world, "Turtle Island".
See this story in "Skywoman" by Joanne Shenandoah and Doug George, illustrated by the wonderful Mohawk artist( and my long time friend), John Fadden.
More Spirit Women Stories and their roles in the Creation of the world follow in new blogs.

Callieach as Creator

Spirit Woman Stories: Callieach as Creator

The sleeping woman stirs…

Earth Spirit, a woman, Callieach of

Scotland, Ireland, England, Wales and the Isles.

She weaves the landscape, pours the rivers;

Molds the mountains, controls the elements;

Spirals with the seasons, the Callieach.

Reborn each spring

Child, woman and then elder, the first trinity;

Callieach, of the Earth, eternal, ever changing…

Stones of Callanish, sacred dance to the maximum of the moon as it pauses;

 Callieach the last shrine in the wilds of Scotland, Glen Lyon

Seeds left to be rekindled bringing the past into the future as we remember the

Beautiful and sacred Earth, some call Callieach.

 

How we see ourselves as we move into our elder years: The Grandmothers

With the children of our children, our own lives expand, as do our hearts. As we reach out to those tiny hands, embrace the small frames; we experience anew everything in all its freshness through loving and curious eyes. We can’t but want the world to become a better place for them to grow into.

Abby Arquero, Cochiti Pueblo, has nine grandchildren under nine years of age. I asked her about her role as Grandma. “Unconditional love,” she says, “and it is seeing everything from a different perspective.” I’m an honorary Grandma to hers as she is to mine. Those little ones are all joy! To think of her Grandchildren and my own, images of hugs come to mind.

My friend Patty Morris, just became a Grandmother last week. A tiny new one takes a place in the next generation. Can we not but think of the passages in the fabric of the life of our families. Victoria Scott said shortly before the birth of her first grandchild, “…and life will never be the same…” In truth, after they come into the world the redefine our lives with their precious presence.

We cannot but celebrate this.

The dearth of imagery in western culture of this important stage of our lives reflects the lack of respect for woman in their later years. The emphasis on youth and materialism degrades the authority of senior femininity. In truth we are at our most intelligent and influential. We have time, wisdom, identity, leadership; the strength of the love that comes with age that provides positive power in the family and community. And there are a lot of us in this generation.

Check out my Grandma series of images at Truesdaleart.com and add to the discussion….

 

 

 

 

Art Process: How I approach the canvas

People often ask me where do my seemingly endless ideas come from. I am almost always working on several projects at once. These visuals usually have a sequence in a series that are variations on a theme. Currently these are the treads I am working from:
The great Earth Goddess Callieach (Scotland, Ireland and England) whom I encountered last fall in Scotland. I'm thinking to integrate her into the cycles of both the seasons and life. This idea was generated from a previous topic which was not "finished" to my satisfaction. So I will look over older sketches and give them more substance before painting four pieces that interlock in some way. I will approach images by first identifying old concepts; which will become concrete with more information and/or research. Intuitive knowledge plays an important role as well, this wonderful and powerful spirit woman has been living in my unconscious for years. In fact, the sketch I did of her in Fife, was similar to one I did in my early 20's while living in intercity Detroit. I do believe in genetic memory! And this is my cultural heritage. I'm also working on an original prints of these images. On my easel is the painting from this drawing.
Other images I am continuing to develop are Everyday life which I will blog on shortly and Waterways, that is, how the waters are the world are connected and the sacred tree.
Next blog, I will continue to delve into how I process images from seeds of thought and the many origins of ...
 My Portrait is by my talented daughter, Maia T. Scott