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.
Sun warms my cool skin.
Wind brushes my tangled hair.
Rain splashes my face.
March is Women’s History Month. Many people ask why we don’t have a designated Men’s History Month. One need only look so far as the history books or the Academy Awards to see men dominate the culture; we celebrate men every day. My question is why do we need Women’s History Month? Why don’t women have equal status as achievers and contributors? Doesn’t every man have a mother, that is, born of woman? When men grow up do their mothers suddenly become lesser persons because the boy is now a man and can dominate with his physical strength or superior intelligence? Bah, that’s pretty shallow thinking.
Every person deserves honor. Male, female, whatever gendered, able, not able, young, old, whatever shade of brown your skin is. Doesn’t matter. We are alike and unique. We are all our own special snowflakes in this wild weather we call society.
I don’t want to disparage men. I like the creatures, and they don’t get the credit they deserve for being sensitive people. There are decent men out there, men who honor their mothers and wives, who take care of their families. I don’t know many. Not every woman has the advantage of being within the auspices of a good man, a man who loves and protects her and their children. In fact, in American society, this is almost a fluke any more. Men hardly know how to be men and what is needed from them; the role model is changing too fast. Men can barely make a living to support themselves let alone the women they love.
I want to celebrate women who have lived their lives without, or in spite of men.
I celebrate the woman who has spent her life alone without a man in her home to come home to, not through choice, but because the right man never presented himself. The woman who earned her college degrees because there was no one except herself to depend on. The woman who created her career because she could only rely on herself. The woman who has so much to share and give yet faces an empty bed and solitary heart each night.
I celebrate the woman who has been abandoned by men, whose husband has left her with his children and no support for them. The woman who must choose to pay for day care while working a minimum wage job because she doesn’t have the education or support to choose otherwise. The woman who barely sleeps because if she doesn’t work, cook, clean, pay the bills, drive the kids around, help them with their homework, volunteer at their school, take them to the doctor and dentist and nurse them when they are sick, protect them and help them succeed, if she doesn’t do it all it doesn’t get done.
I celebrate the woman who has survived the rape culture we live in, who has risen above physical, sexual, and mental abuse to protect his children, her babies, from suffering the same abuse she was subject to. The woman who chooses to live alone rather than in another abusive relationship.
I celebrate the woman who is the breadwinner, because her husband is too damaged by health or society to participate. The woman who doesn’t ask for public assistance because it’s too embarrassing, better to get by on less, in a crappy job, than be judged by others for asking for and accepting help.
I celebrate the widow who lives on long after the man she cared for all those years left her in poverty because he spent every cent he made on himself. The woman who creates a good life for herself after giving all to him for nothing in return.
I celebrate women who know they do not need men to complete them. Women who know they are complete in and of themselves, and that a partner is a complement, not another half.
Color Watch – colorful attractions in my neighborhoods this week – Red orange coral, such an interesting color to describe, of the flowering quince. A sunny spot for a leafy green cascade. Bright yellow trio of fat blossomed daffodil faces. You can’t keep a good rose down. Pretty pink plum blossoms.
Current View – binged through season 4 of the Netflix production House of Cards (2016, not rated), with Kevin Spacey and Robin Wright. I’m not enamored of politics, generally, but this series is interesting. Each character is manipulative for their own gain and the spin of one person’s efforts can really muck up the spin of another’s. I don’t understand all the manipulation, mind games, power plays, and hierarchy shuffling, but they sure manage to mess up each other’s plans. * God’s Pocket (2014, rated R) with Phillip Seymour Hoffman. A little mystery, a little cover-up, a little betrayal, a little boring. I might have understood it better if I’d watched it a second time, but in a way I resent a movie I have to watch twice to understand, because maybe it really was as trivial as I thought and then I’ve spent twice as much time on it than I should. You could judge for yourself. * BBC’s six part mini-series The Crimson Field (2014, not rated), with Oona Chaplin and Rupert Graves, about a World War 1 field hospital in France and the challenges nurses faced caring for war-wounded men. Interesting story with an anti-climactic ending.
Currently Reading – Soul Retrieval: Mending the Fragmented Self (2006, spiritual healing) by Sandra Ingerman. Working on some issues, yep, I’m a piece of work, constantly in progress. The Autistic Brain: Thinking Across the Spectrum (2014, psychology and neurobiology) by Temple Grandin and Richard Panek. Science rules. I love science, and it’s interesting how science is fluid, changing with new discoveries and new knowledge and new technology. Ms Grandin remains vividly aware of her experience as an autistic person and is forever curious about what autism is, what causes it, and how to help people who have it. I especially like her recognition that like any other “typical” person, each person with autism may have individual experience, unlike others with a similarly labeled diagnosis. Yes, concurrently.
This week I have been grateful for:
- Sisters who pray and send healing energy for you.
- Brothers who work on cars.
- Women who make their own way whether by choice or by necessity.
- Men who know how to support and care for their families.
- The bumper sticker I saw today promoting Picard/Riker for the 2016 presidential ticket. Humor is fun when the choices are limited.
- Still learning how to be an adult. (Some days not wanting to be adult at all!)
- Reading to keep my mind busy, and looking for ideas and opportunities.
- The small hawk that flew out between cars on a narrow crowded busy road and missed all of us.
- The drivers who were paying attention on the 4 lane road when a man ran out in front of all 4 lanes without looking and just kept running.
- The beauty of snow on the coast range when I drive west.
- Some California strawberries that smelled like strawberries, are firm and have a bit of flavor to them. I have a hard time waiting for Oregon strawberries.
Hoping you have a lovely week.
Namaste. Peace. Blessings.
Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch