Jan. 16th, 2009

My Lady

Jan. 16th, 2009 11:45 am
qos: (Ereshkigal)
In the course of a conversation on someone else's LJ, this comment was made:

Ereshkigal is Not Nice, At All.

That is, of course, the common opinion of Ereshkigal. Since I haven't talked all that much about Her in this journal, I thought it was worthwhile to post my response here:


I used to be of that opinion. Since going to to work for Her full time, my perspective has changed.

Inanna is about violating boundaries. Ereshkigal is about enforcing and defending them. Ereshkigal is also about Facing Your Shit, dealing with your shadow, facing the darkness and going through transformation so you can rise again as more than what you were. She's one of the gods who manage the spiritual forges, those who help us be healed by hardship rather than destroyed by it. She and Inanna are the opposing-but-complementary-poles on the Descent-and-Ascent path of transformation.

In my direct experience with Her, She is a tough but supportive boss who doesn't accept excuses or quibbling, but who is willing to answer questions and respond to arguments, and She is quick to give praise when it's been earned. She's not cuddly, but She is compassionate, in a tough love kind of way. She won't blink or flinch as She hangs you up on a hook, but She doesn't do it just for fun.

Do you know the musical Into the Woods? Toward the end, the Witch sings:

You're so nice
You're not good, you're not bad
You're just nice.
I'm not good, I'm not nice
I'm just right
I'm the witch
You're the world


I think they make an appropriate response to any allegation of Ereshkigal not being "nice."

Not Her job.
qos: (Argh)
This afternoon I had a lovely session with my spiritual director and then an equally lovely time waltzing with Jeremy.

Other than that, pretty much everything else that has happened since around 2pm today has been messed-up, confused, disappointing, stressful, and/or aggravating to one degree or another.

I really would like a drink -- or two -- but the only vodka in the house is a last-of-the-bottle two-fingers measure in the offering bowl on the household altar that's been sitting out since Tuesday -- and I am not so far gone as to do "take backs" with my household guardian.

One of those not-the-way-things-are-supposed-to-be elements is that Wolfling is here rather than with her dad, so I'm not getting my usual Friday evening private time. I have withdrawn to my office to remove my snarly self from her presence.

I suspect that a hot shower is now in order.
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