every girl
is a
riot girrrl
OK. So a few short hundred years ago I moved back to Nebraska. And I was a yoga instructor and I was raising a small child under the tenants of: Truth, Magic, and Individuality. (I still raise him under those tenants.)
Anyway....I had to register my car here and I paid the extra bucks for my personalized license plate which reads:
OMGRRRL
Om being the classic sound that is produced from the back of the throat and (if performed in Vedic traditions) creates a space between your head and your heart for the purpose of making energy flow.
Around the same time that I was working on my yoga certification (Iyengar, for those of you who feel a need to Google) I was also part of a musical culture that included the Riot Grrl universe.
Oh and I gave birth to Big Funny Kid at the end of that whole scene.
So, yes. The 90's were a very interesting time to me.
So it only made sense in 1999 to brand myself as OmGrrrl. It seemed a great juxtaposition between Peace and Riot.
I stand by that decision.
Several people (like that one crazy toothless guy outside of JCPennys) like to think that the Om stands for Omaha .
Several others may wish to argue that I am no longer a Grrrrl. Because I am of a certain age.
I would like to take the opportunity to say that my monicker represents my belief in Peace and Personal Freedom.
And to suggest that you: Take time to sound OUT LOUD the noise in your heart. Repeat that noise as often a you want to.
Above all else: Occupy Yourself.
om, shanti shanti
And a little L7 for you.
Man the 90's were funny.
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