Saturday, February 14, 2009
I have felt the Love this year...
Love in hope and hope in Love at Obama's inauguration.
and today on Vday I feel the Love from my family, my friends
I feel Love in the creation a new Cosm at upstate NY, my home ions ago.
A friend of mine from college sent this saying:
Love comes when manipulation stops;
when you think more about the other person
then about his or her reactions to you.
When you dare to reveal yourself fully.
When you dare to be vulnerable.
Dr. Joyce Roberts
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Photo above: http://www.achievement.org/autodoc/photocredit/achievers/ang0-007
I am reading Maya Angelou's collected biographies once again. The first time I read them, I was a young college student still trying to master the English language. Maya's powerful prose was more inviting than intimidating, reassuring me that being a woman is a universal experience. She is a powerful teacher and her lessons come within her personal stories,
her wisdom flows like comfort food for a hungry heart – mine.
Once again I find myself drawn to her voice,
unable to put the book down - a whopping 1000+ pages of pure Maya gold.
Thank you, Phenomenal Woman!
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.
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
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.
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
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.
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
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.
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
Friday, October 24, 2008
I have managed to gobble down a few books since I arrived.
- "Equador" by Miguel Sousa Tavares was very appropriate for a first reading in the tropics and a much appreciated trip in time back to our years in S. Tome.
Although I had not read anything in Portuguese since "Budapeste" by Chico Buarque in 2005, the language was practically irrelevant for me here so easy was the flow of this book.
- "The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency" by Alexander McCall Smith was a delight indeed. I had no expectations for this book and was very pleased with the gracious and witty Mma Precious Ramotswe the first lady detective in Botswana. I am looking forward to reading the other books in these series.
- The next book on conspiracies was an eye opener. A little full of facts and figures that were a little boring but their connection of the real stargate with the shamanic practice was just down my alley. I now want to read Jeremy Narby's "A Cosmic Serpent".
We are finally here and I am connected again to this cosmic web.
A new life, a new world !!!
It is all so new but it feels so familiar as if it was meant to be,
a place already visited in dreams.
Sekondi, a small village 4 hours from the capital Accra,
a far contrast from "chichi froufrou" Scottsdale Arizona
without the material wealth but with a rich soul.
Let this rainbow be a sign of the myriad of possibilities that awaits us here.
Monday, July 28, 2008
I am reading "Shaman, Healer, Sage" by A. Villoldo.