Last night I dreamed I was this woman. I only vaguely remember it. I realized that the reason I have trouble remembering my dreams these days is that I snooze too long. You gotta wake right up cause if you doze off again then it gets all muddled or you forget it entirely. I used to be really into lucid dreaming and I could remember dreams as if they were happening right in front of me, but these days I don't recall so much, just sensations and fragments. maybe because its so freakin' cold all the time I never want to get out of bed, so I hit that snooze button like 4 or 5 times before i finally get up.
anyways, I do remember that in my dream I was this paleolithic woman. my skin was even kind of stone textured, and i had these massive pendulous boobs, the "overlarge breasts and belly" that the Hermitage museum uses to describe this icon. I felt like she looks like she feels: nurturing, sensual, modest, peaceful, loving. it was pretty cool.
the weird thing is that my mother looks almost exactly like this figurine. would she be a goddess if we still wanted our women to look like her?
Considering how accurate paleolithic artists were in portraying animals, is it possible that their women did look like her?
Chauvet Cave Images, 30,000 B.C.
Holly, I loved your "I'm a Giantess" picture. Here's a poem which was (sort of) inspired by it:
There once was a girl who was tall as the sky
She was pretty mind you, but Oh! Was she high!
She could hold fifty men in the palm of her hand
And great mountains shook as she walked through the land
There one was a boy, who was handsome and good,
Who would often gaze up at the girl as she stood
With her head in the clouds. He wondered: “Does she
Ever wished she had someone to talk to, like me!â€
One day the brave lad set himself a great task.
He set out to climb the fair maiden and ask
If she could find space in her life for a friend.
So he hopped on her toe and began to ascend.
As fortune would have it, the young giantess
Was wearing that day her favourite dress.
When she glanced down and saw him, a rude horrid youth,
Daring to climb up her skirt! How uncouth!
With a flick of her huge hand she brushed him away
Sent him tumbling down to her feet. In dismay
The young lad looked up at her, he trembled with fear
That the end of his life was incredibly near!
The young giantess for a moment felt sad
At the fear in his miniscule face. For she had
Very few she could talk to, and sometimes she sighed
For a handsome young giant to make her his bride.
So the giant young girl smiled down and said “Hey,
You impertinent flea! Don’t you dare run away!
You’re a handsome young lad, maybe we can be friends!
Though you showed disrespect, you can still make amends!â€
Very soon on her shoulder he sat and looked down
At the world far below, village, city and town
Looking no more than toys beside the girl’s feet
Which covered more land than a meadow of wheat.
“Fair maiden,†said he. “It must seem very queer
To be so gigantically tall. And I fear
You must get rather lonely. Do you ever ache
To be smaller?†She smiled and her head she did shake.
“It’s fun to be tall,†said the girl. “And you squimps
Like so many dolls, insignificant shrimps!
I could crush you so easily under my shoe!
I love being me! I’d so hate to be you!
“I love to be huge, so mighty and big!
As I stride through the land, I don’t give a fig
For you miserable mortals, you tiny peasants!
Get out of my way or I’ll squash you like ants!â€
“But it gets kinda lonely,†she added. “That’s why
I’m glad to have you for a friend. So lets try
To be good to each other. I’m sure we’ll have fun
Though you’re not a giant, you’re better than none!â€
The boy and the giantess from that day were friends
And later were married, so our story ends
With an unlikely wedding. And so its goodbye
From the groom and his bride who’s as tall as the sky!