For the last decade I've been speaking about partnership as a value within Goddess spirituality or Sacred Feminine liberation thealogy, because I realized it could save the world. Partnership within ourselves, with our friends and community, between employers and employees rather than the current exploitation found in predator capitalistic domination. Partnership between countries to prevent war, and between humanity and Gaia to save all the species on the planet from mass extinction and prevent the continued and on-going rape of Mother Earth, in all its many forms. I recently took an online course at Riane Eisler's Center for Partnership Studies called "The Power of Partnership" and it was a great refresher with new information inspiring me, and enhancing my ability to speak about the necessity and power of partnership in more specifics, but for me personally, two areas were most significant.
First, I realized in my passion to teach the power of partnership I probably was not in good relationship with myself. It was a reminder I have to put the oxygen mask on myself before I can for anyone else in order to keep teaching, caring and sharing. It was also a reminder to tend my personal relationships and not neglect those closest to me or take them for granted. I believe its been a wake up call to be more compassionate and make time for others in their daily struggles with the challenges of life - struggles that might not be so severe if there was partnership not domination built into our socio-economic structures, which brings me to the second point I focused on for the class - the lack of journalistic integrity as domination.
Warm water bubbles beneath my knees. I feel weightless. The pool is just deep enough that I can't sit, so I let my feet touch the sandy bottom while the rest of my body floats. The water must be the same temperature as my blood for I feel neither warm nor cool, as if heat and cold were a foreign concept. In these hot springs it is easy to forget where my body ends and the water begins. I run my hands up and down my legs. I expect little bubbles to rise to the surface, the way they do in the hot tub, but instead I feel a thin slimy film upon my skin. I wonder about the mineral content of the water. The smell of rotten eggs announces sulfur and I wrinkle my nose, then quickly re-frame my association from disgusting-gaseous-anomalies to miraculous-healing-waters and manage to enjoy the odor.
Scholars continue to imagine that bull-leaping games in ancient Crete must have been about power over and domination of a very dangerous animal. Watch this video of a woman with her bull friend and weep for their ignorance.
"What seems to me even more significant are the ideas behind bull-leaping: the conception of the bull as an adversary, the need to prove superior human skill, the opposition between man and nature. . . If . . . the idea is that the bull is an adversary to be hunted or outwitted, as I have suggested, then it pertains to a domain which belongs exclusively to the male sphere." Nanno Marinatos, Minonan Religion
"As in Egyptian and Near Eastern bull cults, Minoan bull-leaping gave expression to the tension that underlies man's somewhat tenuous mastery of nature, reaffirmed each time human triumphs over animal. Not coincidentally such cults flourish in societies as they become increasingly stratified, as the affirmation of human prowess serves by analogy as an affirmation of social order." Jeremy McInerney, "Bulls and Bull-leaping in the Minoan World"