I wasn't entirely sure where I was going to go with this week's theme. Last Friday, 8 March, was International Women's Day, and ever since I have been thinking what that means to me, Now...
I know it has meant many things over my 60 years on this planet, and probably a LOT of that was very reactive on my part.
I grew into my womanhood at an ideal time, at least I think so, BEcause a lot of the "heavy lifting" had been well-BEgun by women a decade or so BEfore me.
Although I was less interested in college than in Clown School when that was on my horizon, I find it hard to imagine BEing alive in a time when going to college was NOT a given!!
Upon reflection, I can see that the World I grew up in and the one I pretty much take for granted today are vastly different. However, I have been in it Present Tense throughout, so it requires a LOT of pause and reflect to SEE the arc of change.
I've returned to the medium of words to express my thoughtsandfeelings this week...
Who Is This Woman I Call Me?!
Is she the sadness that sometimes swallows her whole
Or the silly that makes her heart sing
MayBE she is a little of both
Yet I suspect there is more to her.
She is first herself
Her own constant companion
Encouraging, listening, and available
So that BEing herself is enough.
I BElieve she is adventurous
Yet wholly content where she is
She loves the Journey
And deLIGHTs in BEing home.
Somedays she is a bit of a whirler
Brain firing on so many cylinders at once
Ideas dancing like butterflies in the sun
And this is simply magical.
Other times she is quiet
Even a little intense
[though she does NOT like to BE called intense]
And her mind is diving deep, deeper.
She enJOYs laughter and creates her own fun
Which is a bit strange to consider
Having spent so much of her Life
Following others’ lead in that regard.
She is a daughter and a sister
She’s a mother and she has been a wife
She hopes she has been a friend
And she knows she has loved all of the above.
Her Life isn’t a tidy little package
Doesn’t fit into any sort of box or drawer
Yet it is enough all she’s been and done
Indeed, enough and so much more.