Merry Meet! I have chosen to use my "Me" page to highlight poetry, prose,
and images that I have found in various places (my favorite books and internet haunts, and new discoveries, etc.).
I hope that you enjoy them as well.
"The answers I have found have just served to raise a whole new set of questions. In some ways I am as confused as ever, but I believe I am confused on a much higher level and about more important things."
~Author Unknown~
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"Whatever women do,they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good.
Luckily, this is not difficult."
~Charlotte Whitton~
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As within, so without
My harmony exists throughout
I am one with both these worlds
Within the two, my spirit twirls
from "Everyday Magic" by Dorothy Morrison
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"The Womanly Song of God" by Catherine de Vinck
I am the woman dancing the world
alive:
birds on my wrists
sun-feathers in my hair
I leap through hoops of atoms;
under my steps
plants burst into bloom
birchs tremble in their silver.
Can you not see the roundness of me:
curve of the earth
maternal arms of the sea
encircling you wetly as you swim?
I am the birthing woman
kneeling by the river
heaving, pushing forth a sacred body
not mud, not stone: flesh and blood.
Round, round the wind
spinning itself wild
drawing great circles of music
across the sky.
Round the gourd full of seeds
round the moon in its ripeness
round the door through which I come
stooping into your house.
I am a God of a thousand names:
why cannot one of them be
Woman Singing?
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"No one can make you inferior without your consent." ~unknown~
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"A Childhood Remembered" by Mercer Mayer
As a small child I remember standing in front of my house and looking out across the yard which spread itself before me wide and green. I remember asking myself, Who am I and what is this place? Even today I do the same thing.
Childhood is a place of wonder. The edges that surround the world have not been set. All the textures are new and wonderful. As children we do not understand how things happen, they just do. It's magic. A breeze is delicious, a tree is friendly or maybe not so. The sound of thunder can be giants or dragons. We laugh more joyously, we cry with more abandon.
Then we grow up and the breeze just blows. Some trees are pretty and some are not so. The sound of thunder brings rain. We gains some mastery over our world yet lose the magic, the wonder of it all.
What we see with our eyes is so organized and defined. When we see something it is always "over there." But to hear is to be part of the hearing. Stories and music enter us and transport us beyond our well-defined world.
Children's stories are not just for children, they're for the child who still watches the world from behind our eyes and believes all things are possible.
With music the edges can immediately soften and the world melts back into that textural realm of direct experience. The child within us stretches and comes awake, and we are filled with wonder. We sense that magic is present. We are filled with images and feelings that just happen. We are children again. We always were.
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"Phenomenal Woman" by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
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"People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are.
I don't believe in circumstances.
The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, they make them."
~George Bernard Shaw~
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from "After A While" by Veronica A. Shoffstall
After a while you begin to understand the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security
And you start to realize that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you learn how to walk away
With your head held high and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
And you learn to build your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in midflight
After a while you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting for somebody to bring you flowers
And you learn that you really can endure
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and learn.... and learn
With every goodbye you learn.
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