Meditation & Litany

From an_gadhar’s Med­i­ta­tion, cour­tesy of misia.

The Father God is stern but lov­ing, smil­ing benign­ly on his strong white sons, with their square shoul­ders and their firm, clean-shaven jaws. He is strict about things like sex and lying: sin is sin. He expects obe­di­ence, but he’ll usu­al­ly for­give you if you ask nice­ly. He favors brown­nosers. Every­thing goes on your per­ma­nent record.

The Moth­er God­dess is not so sin­gle-mind­ed. She is indul­gent and for­get­ful, extrav­a­gant and capri­cious. She favors skin a thou­sand shades of brown and pink and mahogany; she thinks large, hooked noses are beau­ti­ful, so are broad, flat noses, as well as small pert ones. Hair of all kinds pleas­es her, the more the bet­ter, on every part of the body. Most of her warm-blood­ed chil­dren have it all over them; why should humans be any dif­fer­ent? She absolute­ly dotes on curves, love-han­dles, jig­gles, and folds, and makes sure that peo­ple acquire these attrib­ut­es as eas­i­ly as pos­si­ble. She also likes wrin­kles. A lot.

And from the Litany

Lady God­dess of the human world, of inge­nu­ity and the delight of mak­ing things, of human appetites and desires and every­thing we get Not Quite Right, but Boy Howdy, We’re Try­ing, Lady of all our well-meant fail­ures as well as our hap­py acci­dents, God­dess watch­ing over every­thing we do even if we’re pay­ing no atten­tion to her,

Lady God­dess of Legos and Dogloos,
of Swiss Army knives and Laz-e-boy recliners,
search engines, cell phones, and auto­mat­ic dishwashers,
of walk­mans and Dremel moto-tools, paper, microwave ovens,
corkscrews, polarfleece, sweat-wick­ing under­wear, and ball-point pens

God­dess of the com­put­er I write this with, may it nev­er crash

Go read the rest of both—those are just teasers.

Yes, I adore misia, source of all good things!