Here grow Brigitte Dörnerova's Wild Flowers Of Muchness
Why Puppets and why naming them BoobiePuppets™?
The female body and all her parts are sacred.
The path to this place of appreciation might be a different one, though, (and often very difficult one) for every woman. Blessed are the ones who have been in this place all along their lives! I dare to say they might be a minority, at least in our so called ‘civilized’ – means female-body-hostile – culture(s).
Standing the discomfort of not being able to please everybody here and having this conversation in public is new to me and probably part of the path I’m about to embark on by doing this work. Very scary but also empowering after taking the time to reflect on what I would like to say. So no paddling back! ;-)
We teach best what we experienced ourselves, right? And in my case that was getting breasts too early too big, attracting a lot of unwanted and unpleasant attention. Calling them breasts was not an option for me in my younger years, since for me, and maybe only for me, but maybe not, this word confronts with their ‘fleshiness’, which also confronted me with the trauma of entitlement by greedy old farts, pubertarian boys, their pimples larger than their one lonely brain cell, and 'grown up' males who, after asking me for a dance, were stating the obvious by opening the conversation with the heartwarming ice-breaker 'You have big breasts'. Say what! No need to mention that we didn't get very far from there...
Only a few examples for my joyride as a voluptuous woman.
Yes, I took part in the #MeToo movement, too...
Seeing my body as sacred was not available to me for the larger part of my life so far. Getting to my present place of peace, acceptance and even love was hard work, blood sweat and tears not only in a metaphorical way. And, to be fair, the loving attention of a few ‘good’ men along the way as well. They ‘mended’ what others broke, partially, the inner work still to be done by moi myself…
Calling them boobs or boobies is like giving something previously disliked a loving nickname to allow it to grow closer to you, until you have other possibilities available. So yes, I do call my breasts boobs and boobies, I like the words, they're soft, like pillows, what they are, to me it doesn’t feel disrespectful, playful, yes, but not disrespectful. There are other words given to them by brainless men that I consider disrespectful and would never use for mine. And we should (re)claim our language as we feel comfortable with, not leaving it up to others, mostly men, to decide/imprint for us, right?
All facts on the table? I even named mine! They are Mina and Lucy (the ladies from the Dracula novel, sorry, love vampires! :-D), and I love talking to them. Lovingly. For me unimaginable in my younger years…
If you have larger breasts like me, you most likely experience things that a woman with smaller breasts doesn’t, they do funny things in all sorts of situations, seem to have a life of their own at times, and if you don’t have humour at your fingertips for these moments you’re screwed. Pardon my French…
Laughter is sacred medicine.
Laughter very often is the only way of ‘breaking through to the other side’.
Sex without laughter? Religion/belief/spirituality without laughter? Not for me. I’m not talking about ridiculing things . But a good belly laugh until you ache and tears are running down your face? Oh yeah, baby, healing and powerful, letting go of tension, loosening up, a beginning…
Look at the work that clowns do, in hospitals, in refugee camps, etc, it’s laughter that can help at least start the healing process, until deeper layers of the trauma are accessible for further integrating and healing .
This playful approach is not for everybody, and that’s okay. But I think different paths can peacefully co-exist and offer a variety of possibilities for each one to choose from when dealing with an intimate and delicate subject. There are so many wonderful and empowering ways of doing healing work out there, each equally important. And I bow to all women in deep appreciation for taking up this sacred work and leading by example, inspiring other women to do the same for themselves. So deeply needed in this world of ours... Thank you to each and every one of you, known and unknown!
I’m a puppet maker, my artistic language is playfulness and loving humour, and puppets are powerful messengers. They can say and do things we wouldn’t allow otherwise, and they are fun. Not only, but very often.
Penetrating protective crusts of shame, trauma, self-loath with patience, love, kindness and humour is very powerful and for some people the only way to get to the deeper layers of inner beauty and sacredness.
I am an Imaginista, Character Creatress and Mother of Masks.