Part One of two posts on The Conscious Feminine I Been 'Buked and I Been Scorned So goes the old gospel hymn, which Mahalia Jackson sang at the March on Washington, 50 years ago. And so goes the Feminine in our society, as I've seen it: 'Buked, and Scorned. At least, that's been my experience, especially as I've moved into the business world. That's what I see as we continue to plunder the Earth … [Read more...]
The new soft war against myself
I wrote this after a great night back at the J-School a few weeks ago. _______ May 2, 2014 What stories are we writing? Is it the stories of “us” or “unconscious-us?” “I want to write with depth,” said Peggy, an older professional woman currently getting her master’s at the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism. I met her last night at a J-School reception honoring three of her fellow female … [Read more...]
A message from the birds
Song of the Soul in Scottsdale I am one who gets a kick out of squawking loudly and hasn’t forgotten how to play.. I am one who jumps into things headlong and cries out, Why do I doubt? I am one who who flies with buntings and keeps on singing. I am one who stands on straws hollow, light, yet strong, and dances to the sails of circling clouds. I am one who is serene inside the colors … [Read more...]
I choose to risk my significance
I Will Not Die An Unlived Life by Dawna Markova I will not die an unlived life I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which came to me as seed goes to the next as … [Read more...]
Poetry in the Desert
Tribulation Each day a bird would shelter in the withered branches of a tree that stood in the idle of a vast, deserted plain. One day a whirlwind uprooted the tree, forcing the poor bird to fly a hundred miles in search of shelter— till it finally came to a forest of fruit-laden trees. If the tree had survived, nothing would have induced the bird to give up its security and fly. — Anthony … [Read more...]
Heard Last Night
We’ve had a wonderful Spring Series this year, and last night was an especially inspiring session for me. Therefore, I feel inspired to share this morning just a few things I heard at our session last night, for your reading pleasure. :-) Opening Poem Resilience. Communicate slowly. Awaiting. Never let it starve for lack of what it needs. Love. We therefore have an obligation to each other...not … [Read more...]