“There is no chance on the welfare of the world unless the condition of the women is improved. It is not possible for a bird to fly on only one wing.” — Swami Vivekananda
“Wolves and women are relational by nature, inquiring, possessed of great endurance, and strength. They are deeply intuitive, intensely concerned with their young, their mate, and their pack. Yet both have been hounded, harassed and falsely imputed to be devouring and devious, overly aggressive, of less value than those who are their detractors.” — Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Midweek Motif ~ A Woman’s Day: Be Bold For Change
International Women’s Day, originally called International Working Women’s Day, is celebrated on March 8 every year.
It’s a global day to honor women’s achievement in social, economic, cultural and political spheres.
This year’s theme is “Be Bold For Change”. And it is all for ‘a better working world – a more inclusive, gender equal world’.
What about us? Are we ready to be Bold For Change?
Write your lines keeping this theme in your mind.
The Laughter of Women
by Lisel Mueller
The laughter of women sets fire
to the Halls of Injustice
and the false evidence burns
to a beautiful white lightness
It rattles the Chambers of Congress
and forces the windows wide open
so the fatuous speeches can fly out
The laughter of women wipes the mist
from the spectacles of the old;
it infects them with a happy flu
and they laugh as if they were young again
Prisoners held in underground cells
imagine that they see daylight
when they remember the laughter of women
It runs across water that divides,
and reconciles two unfriendly shores
like flares that signal the news to each other
What a language it is, the laughter of women,
high-flying and subversive.
Long before law and scripture
we heard the laughter, we understood freedom.
by Maya Angelou
I’ve got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I’ve got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.
Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.
Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
’Til I can rest again.
Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You’re all that I can call my own.
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(Next week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ The Kindness of Strangers)