Showing posts with label Virgen de Guadalupe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Virgen de Guadalupe. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 03, 2023

1971 - 2023 Ave Maria Atque Vale

Michael Sedano

Last month (link), La Bloga-Tuesday shared my sentimental foto essay on what I call Lupe of Happy Valley. In that December 13 column, I daydreamed about revisiting Lupe of Happy Valley, to check on her health. 

Last day of 2022, I trekked to Cinco Puntos to buy masa. I detoured on the route back to Pasadena to drive to Happy Valley at the boundary of El Sereno with Lincoln Heights. 

I got there a week too late.

Scroll slowly down the page, view the mural and its companions in 1971, then Lupe in altered garments in 2013 and again in 2019. 

The final pair of fotos depict the march of progress. By looks of the property, this happened only in the past few weeks. Real estate developers razed Lupe from sight.

When the work's complete, a new family will be able to stand atop their retaining wall and stare down at some random photographer making his absolute final visit to the site of Lupe of Happy Valley.

Pero sabes que? When the new structure is built and occupied by a happy generation setting down their own roots here in Happy Valley, there's gonna be a big beautiful wall in their front yard. 

Maybe Lupe of Happy Valley will rise again?

1971

 

The Happy Valley Cobra disappeared but that invasive English Ivy persists to this day. 


A French textbook company found this foto on La Bloga and purchased rights to use Ixta and Popo of Happy Valley in a chapter on Mexican Americans. I smile thinking there's a generation of French school kids who learned the story from this foto of an unknown artist's work.








2013

Alfredo Lascano


2019




December 31, 2022



Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Gluten-free Fancy. Lupe of Happy Valley 2019 Update.

The Gluten-free Chicano Cooks
Company or Courtship: Elegant, Easy, Gluten-free Peppercorn Beefsteak With Rum Sauce and "that potato"
Michael Sedano

Courtship meals should be delicious, impressively elegant, and easy to make. Unless a dining companion is addicted to wheat and barley, there’s no reason for meals not to be gluten-free, like this meat & potatoes menu of Peppercorn Steak, “That Potato," and some left-over or packaged cole slaw. By limiting the serving of potato, this is low-carb deluxe dining.

Pepper-encrusted beefsteak tastes just like the name says. Buy an expensive beef cut like rib-eye or filet mignon for best flavor. 

Whole black peppercorns freshly cracked into rough pieces similarly make a major taste difference. 

With this dish, .7 pounds of expensive beef can serve four adequately. A single medallion of filet mignon would make the right romantic candlelight portion.

“That potato” is a fancily prepped baked potato daubed with sour cream. The name remembers Hamburger Hamlet restaurant's "those potatoes" dish, crisply fried shredded hash browns covered with chilled sour cream.

Serving 1/3 of a medium-size papa per plate reduces the carb intake. Extra sour cream on the table to garnish is the diner’s decision. Ditto halving the "that potato."

Process: Prep steak in morning for best flavor.
375º oven.
Use leftover pineapple-cabbage slaw.
Prep Potato.
Prep Pan.
Coat steak.
Pan-fry steak, crust on both sides.
Finish cooking in oven.
Make rum sauce.
Slice and serve.

Microwaving makes papa prep easier. Use more peppercorns. Note coarse crush.
Sharp knives are the cook’s secret. The microndas is a second. Put the washed russet potato into the microwave for one minute on high. Let it sit for a minute. Now it is easily sliced by your sharp blade. If you microwave longer for faster bake time, let the papa cool five minutes before cutting into it.

Cut deeply into the russet potato drawing the blade slowly and don’t cut all the way through. Make cuts ¼” apart, or finer along the whole length of the papa. When you’ve made a first pass, push the potato against the cutting board. Effective slicing gives flex to the vegetable. Slice a little bit more if instead of flex you feel breaking tuber.

If you cut all the way through, oh well. You’re serving 1/3 of the papa per plate. Some people shove a toothpick into the divided papa to make it appear whole, if presentation is a value.

Wrap the sliced potato halfway in aluminum foil to make a boat that holds the oil and lets you transfer the potato later. Drizzle olive oil generously along the length of the russet. Flex it a bit and sprinkle salt (and garlic powder, optionally), into the crevices.

Bake the potato for an hour or more. 

Put the papa onto a small dish and keep it in the oven while you work the steak.




Use good hot pads. After an hour in the 375º oven that cast iron pan is hot! Turn off the oven and keep the door closed.

Add butter and olive oil. Set the flame to high. 

Place the steak on the iron and let it sit there for five minutes. Lightly salt the meat. Gently lift an edge with tongs and check the sear. The surface will be brown and crusty and lots of pepper will be on the pan surface.


Turn and brown the other side so both are crusty and brown. 

Return the frying pan to the hot oven for ten to fifteen minutes where the meat finishes cooking. Beef is "done" when the surface pushes back against a light touch. You can make a tiny slice in the center to check color.

Hold the finished beef in the oven, in another vessel, while you make the rum sauce.



Remember the pan is hot.

Drop two tablespoons of butter onto the pan and stir into the pan juices. Keep the flame medium or low.



Use any rum you choose. Dark rum has distinctive flavors some enjoy. White rum is just fine. I used an expensive gift rum.

Carefully pour ¼ cup of rum into the pan. Stir and boil, smell the alcohol waft off the surface. 

If you want to, use a match to ignite the boiling rum-butter sauce. Swirl the pan carefully. If your flames get scary, cover the pan with a lid.

Boiling evaporates all the alcohol. Burning is faster and spectacular if you have company in the kitchen and you turn down the lights.

Turn off the flame.

Pull the steak from the holding oven. Slice the steak across the grain and distribute to your plates. Dribble a couple of tablespoons of rum sauce across the slices. If you have sauce remaining, put some into dipping plates for each diner.

Carb count (link)
Rum, 0g
Beef , 0g
Butter, .01g


Potato, russet, 60g one 4” papa
Olive oil, 0g
Sour cream, 2 tbs 2g

Cabbage slaw, 5g/cup
Mayonnaise, 3 tbs = 4g
Pineapple, ¼ cup canned, 10g

Serve
Cut "that potato" into thirds and daub a tablespoon of chilled sour cream across the slices. The leftover is tomorrow's breakfast starch, reheated with cheese.

Three or four slices per diner is a lot for small eaters, or if they rarely eat beef. 



Make your peppercorn steak once before you make it for company. There's a rhythm you get into and the second time you'll be so smooth, if courtship's one motive for the meal, after bringing this meal to the table, you'll dine sitting across from a starry-eyed companion.

¡Provecho!




Lupe of Happy Valley 2019 Update

I’ve been watching Happy Valley Lupe since serendipity led me to her wall marking the border where Lincoln Heights meets El Sereno and Montecito Heights. She’s hanging in there in 2019.

Back in 1971, just out of the Army, I found a job going around Southern California to low-SES schools doing reading and math testing for a national study. 

Lincoln High School was on my assignment list and I was excited to see for myself. Only four years before, kids walking out of Lincoln helped launch the movimiento. I planned to get there early enough to cruise the area.



Finding the school was easy from the Santa Ana Freeway. Exit Broadway, head away from downtown, pass Las Cuatro Milpas, El Tepeyac, a couple of markets, and there’s the school on the left. 

I cruised past and pointed my wheels toward the streets behind the school.




At first, I didn’t see Lupe, struck by the mourning Ixta and Popo painted across a retaining wall. Above them next door, a couple of kids played against a rickety wooden fence keeping them from falling ten feet to the sidewalk. Below them on the wall guarding their home against sliding into the street, the Virgin of Happy Valley. A cobra to Lupe's left marked her barrio.



I parked and took out my camera. While I looked for angles--Ektachrome rationed the exposures--a couple of kids walked down the steps and took positions at the street sign to watch me.

I walked over and we had a great conversation, I took their foto but never shared it with them. Now they're all gone.

That moment stayed like that for thirty years.




Thirty years later, in 2014, I drove from Our Lady of Guadalupe church on Mercury and Huntington Drive toward Happy Valley. Cresting the hill, Happy Valley remains a cozy hamlet up against the now-tony Montecito Heights. 

Coming down the steep grade, there's a modern elementary school but still lots of open land on the heights.

Popo and Ixta disappeared into a white expanse. Lupe stands but the house where the kids played is now a vine-covered lot. The hillside is moving, iron straps hold the retaining wall together where it splits at the seam.
Alfredo Lascano stands where those kids were

Last weekend, expecting to see a new apartment building where Lupe held back the moving hillside, I crested Mercury Avenue and came downhill toward the school. There is Lupe, still holding her wall.



Lupe's face has been repainted, along with bright new colors. The Cobra was Christianized, but that's been overcome with healing vibes. 

Someone--an art critic, quien sabe?--gave Lupe a scar across her nose. Lastima, but now there's a reason to visit sooner rather than later, see who's guarding the spirit of this place, giving her a face?


Thursday, December 24, 2015

Chicanonautica: Recombcultural Christmas in Aztlán

by Ernest Hogan

This year I've got the Bob Cratchit shift here at La Bloga – Christmas Eve. I could just wish you all some merriness, but with all the hysteria and political turmoil sweeping over the planet, guaranteeing that the coming election year will be one of the weirdest ever, I feel the need to say a few things.

Here in my surrounding neighborhoods (I could say “barrios,” but we also have a lot of back people, some women wear colorful hajibs, and the remaining caucasians are getting nervous) in the Wild West of the Metro Phoenix Area, the shrines to the Virgin of Guadalupe have been touched up and festooned with Christmas lights since December 12, Guadalupe Day. The Christmas lights are thick this year. I think I can see Coatlicue shining through.

Pagan traditions and symbols from Europe and colder climes dominate even down here in Center and Lower Arizona. Plastic snowmen and styrofoam snowflakes gleam in the desert sun, next to the cactus. It's like an alien invasion has forced us to pretend we're living in the world of our conquerors.

Our consumer economy runs on a Black Friday/Christmas cycle. The publishing, and other industries would be casualties of a war on Christmas. Most money for a lot of retail businesses is made  during the mad, December rush. Santa Claus, the Wild Man dressed up as a Christian saint so he can hijack Western Civilization, rules.

Jesus Christ and his message of universal love does get lost in the shuffle, but then, without the constitutional separation of church and state, America would be a Puritan dystopia. Some Americans would like that, the ones dreaming of living in an anti-terrorist police state with closed borders.

You didn't think you could have closed borders without a police state to enforce it, did you? Some people will believe anything.

Some Mormons believe that Jesus was Quetzalcoatl on a post-resurrection tour of Las Américas. Then some Aztláni believe that it was Quetzalcoatl who disguised himself as Jesus. Other folks believe that it was Buddha doing the feathered serpent act. Maybe I should ask the Buddhas hanging out with the tikis, sacred skulls, and reptiles in my backyard.

More grist for the recombocultural/rasquache mill, the Chicano thing to do.

Meanwhile, be merry, cabrónes! Visit and call your loved ones. Eat some tamales. Soak up some Christmas cheer. May the blessings of Xochipilli alter your consciousness, if needed.

The madness will wait until the new year.

Ernest Hogan is an All-Purpose Heathen Devil guided by the crazy stuff Tezcatlipoca chatters into his ear. He claims to be a writer and artist.

Thursday, December 05, 2013

Chicanonautica: La Virgen Morena Online

By Ernest Hogan

This is going up on on December 5th, a whole week before the Day of Our Lady of Guadalupe -- December 12th -- but that gives you time. Time? For what? To see that classic Mexican film about the Virgin, the 1942 production of La Virgen Morena!

It’s online, thanks to the website, Gloria.TV.

It’s not just reverent religious drama. There are scenes of Aztecs battling conquistadors and a spooky, pre-electronic, sci-fi-sounding “canto celestial” when ever the Virgin manifests.

Abel Salazar plays the Aztec ruler Temoch. This was a couple of decades before he made all those incredible Mexican monster movies.

And Alfonzo Bedoya, best known for his “We don’t need no stinking badges!” speech in Treasure of the Sierra Madre, plays an Aztec who prefers the old time religion.

All in a glorious black-and-white Mexico that bears an eerie resemblance to the Planet Mongo in the Buster Crabbe/Flash Gordon serials.

It will enhance your celebrations in the Holiday Season.

Ernest Hogan recommends his books as great gift ideas.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

The Beautiful Lady by Pat Mora



FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Contact: Paul Samuelson, Random House Children's Books, 212.782.8875



Pat Mora's works reflect the cultural heritage of Mexican-American and U.S. Latinas and Latinos through her children's books, poetry, and nonfiction. Her writing, and the art that is found in her picture books, reflects the beauty and cultural diversity of the Hispanic-American experience, and nowhere is this more evident than in her forthcoming picture book. Read the full press release.

The Beautiful Lady: Our Lady of Guadalupe
Illustrated by Steve Johnson and Lou Fancher
Knopf Books for Young Readers/ Random House
Hardcover ISBN 978-0375868382, $16.99
Library Binding ISBN 978-0375968389, $19.99

La hermosa Señora: Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe
Spanish edition
Library Binding ISBN 978-0375968402, $19.99
Dragonfly Books Paperback ISBN 978-0375868405, $8.99



Every December, Grandma Lupita tells Rose the story of Our Lady of Guadalupe. As they make paper flowers together to put around her statue, Grandma begins: Long ago, on a cold December morning near what is now Mexico City, a man named Juan Diego put on his cloak and started down the road to church.

On his way, Juan Diego sees a beautiful Lady at the top of a hill. She tells Juan Diego to go to the bishop and ask him to build a special church for her. But the bishop doesn't believe that Juan Diego has seen the Lady; he asks for a sign. Again the Lady sends Juan Diego, and again the bishop asks for a sign. Until finally, she provides one: her shining image on Juan Diego's cloak for everyone to see.

Advance Praise
"Regardless of your beliefs, the tale of Our Lady of Guadalupe is a fascinating one, and Mora gives it a warm treatment befitting the beloved material. A framing device aims the story at young readers: two little girls look at a small statue of the Virgin Mary and ask Grandma Lupita, "Who's that pretty lady?" So begins the tale: Juan Diego, the humble Aztec villager who, in December 1531, encountered a beautiful, floating woman who asked him to get the local bishop to build her a church. After the bishop demanded proof, the woman revealed to Diego a field of roses blooming despite the snow. When Diego unfolded his cloak to show the bishop the flowers, the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe was miraculously imprinted upon the cactus-fiber cloth. Mora approaches the story without tricks, using simple, delicate language, while Johnson and Fancher employ aged-looking earth-toned paintings and surround them with patterned borders when depicting the past. A two-page author's note fleshes out the tale and describes Our Lady's continuing influence."—Booklist




Bilingual author René Colato Laínez arrived in the U.S. from El Salvador with few possessions, but many dreams for his future. During this program he will talk about his successful journey from his childhood as an immigrant lost in a strange new world, to his life as a teacher and a published author. His presentation is full of music, dreams, and roots, in English and Spanish—and is of course full of stories. Learn his three rules to success: never give up, study hard, and believe in yourself.

Colato Laínez is the Salvadoran award-winning author of I Am René, the Boy; Waiting for Papá; and many other books that feature Latin American children learning about cultural identity. His picture books have been finalists for the Tejas Star Book Award, given special recognition by the Paterson Prize, and earned the International Latino Book Award. He was named as one of the “Top Ten New Latino Authors to Watch (and Read)” by latinostories.com.

When: Friday, December 21, 2012, 11 AM

Time Detail: 11 a.m. & 2 p.m. Dec. 21 - 23

Categories: Gallery Talks &Tours, Kids & Families, Webcasts & Webinars

Venue: Washington DC: American Indian Museum

Event Location: ImagiNATIONS Activity Center, 3rd Level

Webcast: nmai.si.edu…

Cost: Free

Thursday, December 08, 2011

Chicanonautica: Pre Guadalupe Day Update

by Ernest Hogan



After this weekend, it’ll be December 12, Día de La Virgen de Guadalupe. It’s a new holiday for this high-traffic festival season, but it’s developed in the last couple of decades. Besides, the Lady and her mysteries are deserving of our attentions.



Last year I investigated possible UFO/paranormal connections. I also mentioned the classic Mexican film La Virgen Morena. It was frustrating not to be able to find a video clip to present -- well, the cosmic forces have put a manifestation on YouTube:






Note that the cactus-choked desert set -- for some reason they didn’t use a real Mexican location -- looks rather Martian. The music is theremin-esque. The encounter is strange, otherworldly, like a UFO experience, though La Virgen appears out of plants like a pagan nature spirit. The whole movie is worth seeing, like a cinematic Diego Rivera mural.



I also found a clip from an older, silent Guadalupe film, Tepeyac:






Made by “un grupo de bohemios” it has a more naturalistic, almost anthropogical feel. Once the Virgin shows up, with antenna-like “rays” as part of her costume, she seems to have dropped in from another world.



Both of the above clips are on OrgulosoGuadalupano’s YouTube channel. I’ve subscribed to it. Who knows what else they’ll post.



And there are other Guadalupe movies:






This more recent production by an “Emmy winning filmmaker” has stories of “miracles” that happened as it was shot.



Seems that whenever this Lady appears, out-of-this-world things happen. This certainly deserves a holiday.



Ernest Hogan recommends giving the science fiction anthology Alien Contact for Christmas, and any other holiday you may be celebrating.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Chicanonautica: The Virgin of Guadalupe, UFOs, and Other Strange Lights in the Sky




Not many Americanos know that December 12 is Virgin of Guadalupe Day. But then it's a Mexican holiday, not an American one. South of the border they don't make a big deal out of Cinco de Mayo, so there.


And Guadalupe Day is a new, twenty-first century holiday, started after Juan Diego, the guy who saw her, talked to her, and had her image appear on his tilma was made a saint. That was back in 2002 (the sainthood, not the vision) – I have a clear memory of a news clip with Pope John Paul II, on the verge of death, nodding off as Mexican children sang “Cielito Lindo” in celebration of the canonization.


I've been to the futuristic Basílica de Santa María de Guadalupe. I've seen the image on the tilma, or at least I saw what I could as I stood on the airport-style moving sidewalk in front of it. It looked like a painting to me.


Still, there's no denying the power of the Virgin. My grandparents had a statue of her in their living room. In Mexico she's a right-wing symbol. Up here in El Norte, the lefties bring her along on their marches. Gangsters tattoo her on their bodies. Every day I see her on cars and clothing.


The big question is, just what is she?


She's not the Virgin Mary. Unless of course the Mother of God was a Mexican Indian girl somehow transported to the Middle East long before Columbus sailed the ocean blue.



It may be that I'm an Atomic Age baby, but she looks kind of sci-fi to me.


Take the classic film, La Virgen Morena (1942), that Spanish-language television used to show before Easter, in the pre-St. Juan Diego days. We got to see Aztecs and conquistadors in epic battles with a look similar to the Buster Crabbe/Flash Gordon serials. When the Virgin appears out of some Martian-looking cactus, theremin-like electronic tones were heard. If you were totally ignorant of Mexican history, and didn't understand any Spanish, you'd think you were watching an interplanetary adventure.


And I'm not the first to make this connection. In his book, Passport to Magonia, Jacques Vallee points out that UFO stories have a lot in common with tales of fairies and other such entities of the past. He points out that story of the Virgin of Guadalupe “reminds us in several important aspects of the many tales of fairies,” the way that modern children's stories of meeting beautiful ladies from spaceships are similar to ancient tales of meeting with fairy queens and princesses.


There's also a tradition of seeing strange lights in the sky, particularly in the Southwest/Aztlán that go back centuries. This was before airplanes, or news of flying saucers, or even dreams of space travel. And they're described in Rudolfo A. Anaya's Chicano classic, Bless Me, Ultima:


He dismounted and crept up to a clearing where the light of the fireballs shone. He drew near and saw that it was no natural fire he witnessed, but rather the dance of the witches.”


And: “She learned from the greatest healer of all time, the flying man from Las Pasturas - ”


This is not to say the Virgin of Guadalupe is really a space alien, a fairy, or a witch (though, the resemblance to Glenda, Oz's Good Witch of the West, is uncanny). We're probably talking about something people have experienced since before civilization, that our perceptions aren't capable of fully processing. Every generation and culture fills in the gaps with their own experiences. But we still don't really know.


Or as Arthur C. Clarke said, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”


Ernest Hogan's story “Radiation is Groovy, Kill the Pigs” is available in the anthology, 2020 Visions.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Goddess of the Americas: Looking Back to Create the Future


Writer extraordinaire, Ana Castillo

photo/mixed media by Alma Lopez


This a brilliant collection celebrating the love of and devotion to the enduring influence of the Virgin of Guadalupe. Castillo includes male and female writers, agnostics, traditional Catholics, feminists, and Santeras in this eclectic homage. This anthology contains essays, memoir, poetry and rhetoric celebrating a complicated relationship with a folk deity, one that is much less European, and traditionally Catholic, much more than that. This is a deity that is full-bodied, sensual, actively involved in the thrum and unraveling and reclamation of the world.
In the preface, Castillo writes that this brown-skinned Mary appeared in 1531; but in reality, existed as Tonatzin, a thousand years before the conquest. The thread that weaves these essays together is the fascination with the ways in which Tonatzin, the moon goddess, morphed into this particular image of Mary.

She is essentially Latina, essentially an emblem of indestructible indigena roots, which survived through a syncretic practice. (Much like the ways Mejicanos/Chicanos themselves survived the conquest.)
Authors such as Elena Poniatowska, Luis J. Rodriguez, Sandra Cisneros, Denise Chavez, and Gloria Anzaldua write with clarity, precision and grace, depicting a 'Virgin' that has survived the conquest and embodies a multiplicity of identities, based on the multitude of goddesses that are her antecedents. Shaped in their image, this goddess is rooted in the indestructible, the indigenous. Each of imbue this goddess with qualities the colonizers could not imagine, let alone control.

This Virgin is an amalgam of mother, consort, liberator, guardian of the living and the dead, and wellspring of the revolutionary.
Of particular interest to me was Sandra Cisneros' essay entitled, Guadalupe the Sex Goddess. In it, she traces the Virgin's pre-Columbian roots as icon of fertility and sexuality, central to a cosmology in which female sexuality was valued, not denigrated. In that cosmology, Guadalupe's antecedents included Tonatzin, the moon Goddess who embodies the feminine principle of cyclical re-creation. She (Guadalupe) is also linked to Tlazolteotl, patron of sexual pleasure and Tzinteotl, goddess of the rump. Lastly, there is a connection Tlaelcuani, the filth-eater, she who transforms the ugly, the corrupted, into the sanctified and renewed. Cisneros on her significance:

When I look at the Virgin of Guadalupe now, she is not the Lupe of my childhood, no longer the one in my grandparent's house in Tepeyac, nor is she the one of the Roman Catholic Church...Like every woman who matters to me, I have had to search for her in the rubble of history. And I have found her. She is Guadalupe the sex goddess, one that makes me feel good about my sexual power, my sexual energy, who reminds me I must...speak the most basic, honest truth...write from my panocha.

This is the vivid imagery, the hidden history I need in order to shape a reconstruction of identity, one woven with both Catholic and more ancient threads. The is the Goddess that saves and transforms sexual violence and abuse, celebrates the sacred, sexual body.
A formidable read. This book has helped me think about what in means to be a Latina, in a personal and epic sense.

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Lisa Alvarado

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Dancing in the Flames: The Dark Goddess


Marion Woodman is a Jungian analyst—and is one of the most inspiring voices in the global movement for peace. Here she joins forces with Elinor Dickson, Director of Psychological Services at St. Michael’s Hospital, Toronto to produce an informed and penetrating investigation of a source of spiritual and creative power, not popular in Western circles. In Dancing in the Flames, they point to a constellation of archetypal ideas which they hope will be a source to inspire and inform: the mythical complex of the Dark Goddess. Their book operates on two levels, as a guide for individual transformation and ultimately transforming society.

The core of the book is a cluster of chapters using psychoanalytic material that draws on the mythology of the Dark Goddess. Mind you, the frame of reference is European, but Woodman does attempt to bring in a non-Western perspective, honoring as best she can the thousand years of Hindi veneration to Kali, the root source for this archetype.

At a broad-brush level, this initially involved the matriarchal phase, a belief in a living world where everything in nature held spirit-life flowing from source, the Great Mother. This was followed by the emergence of a separate. individual 'self', then the formation patriarchal and hierarchical power structures.

Throughout the early part of this history, the archetype of this Goddess progressively is split off more and more from that of the Great Mother, emerging as a her polar opposite---killer, and scourge. In reality, it's the cleansing aspect of the Good/Bountiful/Great Mother. The split of the Great Mother vs. Dark Mother mirrors that schism between matriarchy and patriarchy, the body and the spirit.

The authors make the case that in the period that followed, both the Great Mother and the Goddess are repressed, and driven into the "murky depths of our unconscious." Yet the culture of the Goddess lives on, underground, in succeeding centuries. It eventually finds expression, despite repression, in the form of the Black Virgin from the twelfth century onwards. And I would argue, our own veneration of La Virgen, of Tonatzin, who survived colonization, a remains a vital life force in the Chicano/Mejicano soul and psyche.

The authors make an impassioned case that society as a whole must reclaim the Dark Goddess. To underscore, they turn to personal analytic material, allowing the reader to make their own contact with the goddess archetype. The mythological aspects of Virgin, Mother and Crone, making up the European triple goddess, are followed through their appearance in the therapies of both men and women, these images used as tools in the process of personal evolution. In my experience of Eurocentric, new-age feminism, its subtle racism links creativity/goodness with the idea of light and so I found it powerful and liberating to be reminded of the imagery of the holy darkness, its power to cleanse, nourish and renew.

This idea of darkness, again, is no stranger to indigenous ideas of the Mother--She Who Is. I have a personal source of connection to the Santeria/Yoruba deity of Oya Yansa. Oya is also also Dark Goddess, keeper of the whirlwind, sweeping clean all that is decayed, corrupt. It was important for me to reframe my own ideas of Mother, particularly in contrast to the long-suffering, pale Virgin of my Catholic school youth. This book was a thought-provoking resource, stirring up a fleshy, full-bodied, powerful female deity, one with deep hunger, deep ability to consume, transmute and transform.

The authors give a picture of integration inspired by the qualities of the Dark Goddess, a process in which fear of death, fear of nature, and fear of our own femininity (whether we are men or women) are reconciled in the dark. They stress the dangers of yearning for a world of "pure" spirit and "light," a state where in our yearning for perfection, we confuse a certain kind of "perfection" with wholeness.

I would further challenge the notion of light equaling perfection---light without the regenerative power of darkness is half of what is and only half. And under the harshness of unending, unshrinking light, all fades and withers away, spent beyond resources, starving for rest, for the dream world, for losing oneself and finding the body made anew.

One of the most interesting parts in the book subdivides the process according to the traditional chakra system, while still basing the account firmly on the actual material of analysis. From this viewpoint, integration is seen as a process of “building the subtle body,” of embodying spirit in a complete and integrated way.

The key step in this process, for the individual, involves the recognition of our own autonomy, the acceptance of ourselves, and the finding of our own voice. For this to happen, "it takes great resolve to enter the darkness of our own chaos, to give up the familiar path and begin to trust in our own experience. The recognition and unconditional love of oneself is never a selfish journey."

It's a journey of seeking awareness, increasing confluence between those things we normally separate as "physical" and "spiritual." At the end, the book returns to the societal level, where the authors’ believe the protests of the Sixties "were the seeds, at a culturally recognized level, of a movement based on hope for a more meaningful existence.... What began as a protest has become a challenge, a challenge that will involve not only technology, but a new understanding of human mythology."

Depending on how we choose to phrase it, either ideas of ' science' must be revamped to include this relatively unused 'female' approach, or should be blended into a larger perspective that gives equal status to this view. The authors’ account at the end gives us a start -- some tools that may enable us to do this. They give us immense hope, and also a profound challenge. This new vision is not one that we can dream up intellectually: it can be reached only by transformation, only if we "throw ourselves into the flames and dance in the refining fire..."

Our traditional ideas of 'science' stresses the intellect, the rational—in archetypal terms, a 'masculine' construct. It operates with ideas of impersonal, 'objective' discovery and 'absolute' truth. While it's an important way of knowing, it has limits as a basis for a new world view. There are deep questions that emerge. How do we construct gender and identity? How are those concepts linked to to behaviors like violence and passivity? How can we integrate complicated, contradictory ideas of male/female that include ‘dark’ and healing forces in both?

This book kept me up at night. It was another piece of encouragement to let go, to delve deep, and look at what's revealed without flinching. I'm always on the lookout for things that will strengthen me, as well as shake me up. The themes of violence, sexualized violence in particular, are shot through the fabric of this American life, and to ignore them is one darkness I find unacceptable. Dancing in the Flames provides a kind of comfort, as well as a challenge.

ISBN-10: 1570623139
ISBN-13: 978-1570623134


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Presented by

CHICAGO FOUNDATION

FOR WOMEN'S
Latina Leadership Council

An Evening with
"MACHOS"
BY TEATRO LUNA



6:30 p.m. wine and cheese reception
8-9:30 p.m. performance
Friday, Nov. 9
Chicago Dramatists
1105 W. Chicago Ave.
Chicago


C
all (312) 577-2801 ext. 229. Tickets are $45.

Proceeds from this event benefit
the Unidas Fund of the Latina Leadership Council.
No refunds or exchanges.


A world premiere production, "MACHOS"
is an interview-based play about
contemporary masculinities.
As always, Teatro Luna asks
hard-hitting questions, such as:
Exactly how did you learn to use the urinal?


"MACHOS" presents a range of true-life stories
with Teatro Luna’s trademark humor and unique
Latina point-of-view. "MACHOS" follows
Teatro Luna's critically-acclaimed shows
"S-E-X-OH" and "LUNATIC(A)S."
It moves beyond the everyday stereotypes
of gender, offering a complex look at how 50 men
(and eight Latina women) learned how to be men.
Performances are drawn from interviews
with 50 men nationwide and performed
by an all-Latina cast in drag.
After the performance there will be a reception
with director Coya Paz and the actors.


Featuring Belinda Cervantes,
Maritza Cervantes,
Yadira Correa,
Gina Cornejo,
Ilana Faust,
Stephanie Gentry-Fernandez,
and Wendy Vargas.


Learn more about the Latina Leadership Council
of Chicago Foundation for Women.


Chicago Dramatists is wheelchair-accessible.
If you have other accesibility needs or questions,
please contact Marisol Ybarra by Nov. 6 at
(312) 577-2836 / TTY (312) 577-2803 or
mybarra@cfw.org.


AND

The 17th Annual Gwendolyn Brooks
Conference on Black Literature and Creative Writing


Fine Fury: Celebrating Gwendolyn Brooks at 90
October 17-20 2007 Chicago State University

As for that other kind of kindness,
if there is milk it must be mindful.
The milkofhumankindness must be mindful
as wily wines.
Must be fine fury.
Must be mega, must be main.

-- from Young Afrikans (of the furious)
by Gwendolyn Brook
s


Featuring:
Sonia Sanchez
Martin Espada
Ed Roberson
Tayari Jones
Donda West
Cheryl Clarke
Julius E. Thompson
Haki R. Madhubuti
Sterling Plumpp
Angela Jackson
Sandra Jackson-Opoku
Margo Crawford
Camille Dungy
Jacqueline Jones LaMon
Evie Shockley
Adrian Matejka
Gregory Pardlo
Randall Horton
Kelly Norman Ellis
Nnedi Okorafor-Mbachu
Bayo Ojikutu
Kalisha Buchanon

Workshops by Martin Espada and others.
For registration information visit
www.csu.edu/gwendolynbrooks or call 773-995-3750
.


Lisa Alvarado