…they start sending you The Pyramid Collection catalog – specializing in Fantasy Apparel, Celtic Jewelry, Mermaids, etc. – and you’re pleased as punch about it. Woo-woo’s an adjective, defined as New Agey; having to do with the metaphysical/spiritual & I use it oft to describe my way of being in the world. Loving my magical life, I know how well the woo-woo works & wouldn’t have it any other way.
Check out this cover:
While the Pyramid collection is full of enough crushed-velvet couture to give any fair maiden a case of the Excaliburs, they’ve got plenty of Pixies to purchase too. But have no fear, my dear reader, this chick’s Classic Modern sensibilities shall prevail, saving the pad from possible patchoulism.
My favorite item, though, was this:
Seeing this creative cleavage enhancer inside the catalog validated what I’ve already learned: the woo-woo & the wink-wink aren’t mutually exclusive. You can bring the sex, the sass & the kink to the personal power party as it’s all welcome. At the Artist’s Retreat last month, I witnessed how naturally this can happen. One minute you’re asking God for something to sculpt & the next, out pops one big penis. Not that God necessarily sent it but art is art!
Then, just last night at my Intimacy Group, we saw ourselves segue seamlessly from Gurus to Guardian Angels to a playa hater’s tips to a man on the prowl. On that note, I dedicate this one to Karen for the following: If a man says he’s not “dating” anyone, don’t just leave it at that, if you’re looking for a committed relationship, that is. Go ahead & ask, “I know you’re not seeing anybody but who are you fucking because I know you’re fucking somebody?” It can’t get much more intimate than that.
Bless you, woo-woo, & the Pyramid peeps for promoting personal growth & (s)exploration in all the right areas. Sign me up because buying I am!
Hey, nice pyramids!
Long live the woo woo. They’re so much fun to be with and to love!
i worked in an ecofeminism/women’s spirituality book and art store once as one of two “token males” [not counting the owner's husband who did all the woodworking] hired to “balance out all the strong female energy”, and also in an international chain bookstore as manager of the “body mind spirit” section. i think i know from the woo woo. and until you have a bona fide huichol medicine man blow sage smoke up your ass and tickle you with eagle feathers – you have not lived, my friends.
the ultimate woo woo pickup line: “weren’t we lovers in a past life?” you would be astounded at how effective it is.