ARTFUL THURSDAY: I am Woman, Hear Me Roar. Reflections of Rhea.

As Mother's Day approaches, let us reflect on one of the greatest Mothers ever.


-From www.theoi.com

RHEA was the Titanis mother of the gods, and a goddess of female fertility, motherhood, and generation. Her name means "flow" and "ease." As the wife of Kronos (Time), she represented the eternal flow of time and generations ; as the great Mother (Meter Megale), the "flow" was menstrual blood, birth waters, and milk. She was also a goddess of comfort and ease.


In myth, Rhea was the wife of the Titan Kronos and Queen of heaven. When her husband heard a prophecy that he would be deposed by one of his children, he took to swallowing each of them as soon as they were born. But Rhea bore her youngest, Zeus, in secret and hid him away in a cave in Krete guarded by shield-clashing Kouretes. In his stead she presented Kronos with a stone wrapped in swaddling clothes which he promptly devoured.


Rhea was closely identified with the Anatolian mother-goddess Kybele. They were both depicted as matronly women, usually wearing a turret crown, and attended by lions.


Presenting Rhea:

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Lucky Seven Meme... and a Sky Throne Excerpt

I have been tagged to participate in the Lucky 7 Meme... a *Get-To-Know-My-Work* exercise, of sorts. Here are the rules:

The Rules:
1. Go to page 77 of your current MS/WIP
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating
4. Tag 7 authors
5. Let them know


So here we go: (I went with 7 paragraphs)
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This selection is from my WIP The Sky Throne, which recently got accepted to the Nevada SCBWI Mentor Program and is being considered by several agents.
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Once the crowd dissipated, the first wrestling match was set to begin. A tall, athletic man with the obvious talent of throwing his voice to the far reaches of the arena, announced the contestants.

“From Elite Academy of Sumeria we have the Asian champion, Enlil.”

The crowd applauded as he jogged out. He didn’t seem very big, but his muscles were well defined and popped out of nearly everywhere. His hands glowed as he walked to the center of the circle. Then he surprised the crowd by slapping himself in the head several times and howling like a rabid wolf.

“And from our own Othrys Prep... Menoetius!”

“O.P.” the crowd chanted over and over until it reverbed in my ears.

As soon as the judge dropped his hand to begin the match, the contestants attacked and mauled one another. Strong stance after clever defense, the combatants clawed their way to points of advantage. I admired their brute strength.

I remembered wrestling with Tos. I’d always beat him, which was interesting in its own right because he was better than me in nearly everything else. I had a signature move that he fell for every time. But as I looked on at Enlil and Money, it occurred to me that Tos and I were only playing at wrestling. Enlil and Money were engaged in the real thing.

Now for seven more victims, I mean, authors.

1. Brooke R. Busse 
2. Carrie Bastyr 
3. Kerri Cuevas 
4. Sarah Pearson 
5. Esther Spurrill-Jones 
6. Andy Brokaw 
7. Tara Tyler