Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.
Light shifts hour by hour
blue gray white silver golden;
spring controls the view.
Women are so awesome. Without them there would be no homes, no fires, no communities, no real art. Their stories are the stories that make the world turn and keep turning because the stories are real whether fiction or not. Men would not make art if it weren’t for the help and support of women. Men participate in activities women do not prefer, like hate and war making.
Women carry the stories of all women inside them as they make love and make babies, as they nurse their infants and care for their children and sisters and elders. Women share their stories around campfires and quilting circles and kitchen sinks. The stories of women shudder under the shadow of men who want women to be other, never to be equal, never hearing our voices, fearing our power as not men.
I listen to the stories of women, the cries of the voices in the light and in the night needing to be heard in the sun and in the dark. Listen closely. The voices belong to you and me and us. It’s not one voice, never just one voice, but a chorus where each voice is important, each voice carries a part of the whole, each voice counts. Each voice bio-electrically connected to the next and the next. Each voice with a different tone and timbre, but resonating together.
We may have one voice but it is not the same voice. The voice has layers and harmonies and dissonances. No matter the differences the voices have knowledge revealed or veiled through fiction, trumpeted or embellished in memoir. I find the stories of men, about power and war and control, to be faded pale, tarnished and lackluster in the blood of women’s lives.
March is traditionally Women’s History Month and spring is the time for rebirth. This month look at women and their lives and write down your story. Purchase a book or artwork made by women. Make art and give it to women. Read stories women write. Know that her story is as hard as yours has been and maybe as joyful as well.
Color Watch – blooming attractions in my neighborhoods this week – I love hot pink hues of lacy blossoms cascading off this bush; the soft pink shades of candy striping on this hyacinth; something magical about masses of purple grape hyacinth in a yard; and magic tiny fairy bells in the palest pink; the purity and clean lines of the creamy white tulip; and the sheer brilliance of the yellow tulip.
Currently Reading – Claire of the Sea Light (2013, fiction) by Edwidge Danticat; Humble Inquiry: The Gentle Art of Asking Instead of Telling (2013, psychology, communications) by Edgar H Schein; Making Yourself Indispensable: The Power of Personal Accountability (2012, psychology) by Mark Samuel; Mr Strangelove: A Biography of Peter Sellers (2002, biography) by Ed Sikov. Yes, concurrently.
This week I have been grateful for:
- Now that the vernal equinox has officially passed it seems like our Oregon spring is on steroids. So much blooming, so much green, so much abundance.
- The trees looking like grandma took a crochet hook to the edges of the branches making lacy green and pink and magenta leaf buds on them like she crocheted the edges of all her towels.
- Spring rain showers.
- Soft rain on my hair and the nape of my neck.
- Having three days off work.
- Feeling better after those three days were spent puny mostly in bed.
- The neighbors not doing their outside burning long enough for me to get some fresh air in the house.
- Some pain free moments.
- The hubster’s step-daughter from his first marriage taking the time to stop by while on her vacation road trip from California. Sooo enjoyed her stories and the re-connection. Also, having a comfortable relationship with his first wife and step-daughters: no hate, no animosity, no jealousy, just support of each other.
- The stories and advice from an older woman friend. And her willingness to listen back.
- The clean sweet smell of wet earth, grasses, and plum blossoms during the spring rain.
- Birthdays this month for some women friends who own interesting stories to tell.
Hoping you have a lovely week.
Namaste. Peace. Blessings.
Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch
Bunny ribbon by Susan Branch