Monthly Archives: July 2005


by Leonie Dawson on July 30, 2005

I think it is so important for us to take back our bodies,
our lives, to call out our true names, to live in our skin in a way that suits *US*.

~ Maitri.
Goddess, writer & dear friend,
on my eyebrow piercing.

::: the piercing light :::

by Leonie Dawson on July 30, 2005

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I take deep breaths this morning
and step into a destiny.

I have wanted this for so long. In my teens, I used to hold my eyebrow when I felt in need of strength.

I decided a couple of weeks ago.
It’s now… or it won’t happen.

I don’t want to live my life with an unpierced eyebrow.

So I book my appointment.
I listen to all the nay~saying,
but I consult with my heart, and she knows what she wants.
I speak with my spirit. It tells me all will be well.

So I select the blue barbell.
I lie softly, peacefully on the white vinyl.
I meditate on a candle flame.

The forceps holding the skin tight. The lightning pierce. And then it is over. I scarcely believe it. My eyebrow is pierced… finally.

It is my wedding ring to myself.
Leonie, I promise to treasure your dreams. I will chase them with you and for you. I will hold to your truth, and I believe intensely in your intuition. I love you, and commit to you.

I walk the length of the yard, up and down,
and I feel like I have stepped into the body I’ve been waiting for.
I feel more normal in my incarnation as Leonie than ever.

The truth, the love, the dreams come pouring out.

A pierced Leonie.


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but fancily… is the only way to do it…

by Leonie Dawson on July 28, 2005

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“You have no conception of the limits
you have placed on your perception,
and no idea of all the loveliness that you could see.
Perception can make whatever picture the mind desires to see.
Remember this.
In this lies either Heaven or hell, as you elect.”
~ The Course in Miracles

Who told you that life was meant to be hard,
that challenges couldn’t be overcome,
that you weren’t supposed to be happy and joyfilled?

Who told you that you weren’t a god/goddess,
that your dreams were too fanciful to be reality,
that you should settle for less than that BIG LOVE,
that you were unloved or unattractive or ungroovy or just plain un?

And when the hell did you choose to believe them?

I want you to know I believe in you.
Even when I can’t find the words or the self love or the gntleness.


i sit watching rockstar idol
i am intoxicated… by them… and fermented grape…
i am intoxicated because i see how each are so different.
some have the stronger voices… but they each do what they can do best…
i love butterfly girl heather. daphna with bangs. serial killer marty. intensely jd. cheerleader with the grunty voice. the blonde janis japlin. mohawked chocolate daylight. barefooted bearded shagadelic one. miggy wiggy.

and i love them…
because they have perfected the art of being themselves.