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And you tell me you are not going to vote. I say shame, shame on you. Not only did white women fight to gain their God given right to vote, but the tale and legacy of the Black women who fought for their right to vote is perhaps even more powerful. And you tell me you are not going to vote? “She was an awesome woman…” (quote from her daughter) She was born Fannie Lou Townsend on October 6, 1917, in Montgomery County, Mississippi, during the era of Jim Crow rule and racial

A little different look at a famous sharpshooter Phoebe Ann Moses, or as you know her, Annie Oakley, but do you really know her? She was born into a Quaker family on August 13, 1860, in Drake County, Ohio. Her father died of pneumonia when she was only six years old. This left her mother with nine children to care for and raise. When she was just eight years old she began to hunt with her father’s rifle to put some food on the table. While her mother did her best, they liv

Maiden, Mother and Crone. The stages of a woman's life. How often do we think about or honor the Crone? Since I am considered a Crone now, it is not surprising that I am looking more deeply into what she is; what she embodies; and how she is in this world. The Crone is a woman who no longer menstruates physically, she is now a fully embodied wise woman. With many moons behind her and the experience she has acquired, she can now turn her attention to being a guide for the yo

I rarely post anything deeply personal here. Today, I feel the need to do that; to share my own thoughts and feelings in a very strange time of isolation. Maybe also to vent a little. Thanks for reading. Most morning’s lately I wake up grateful for another day on this swiftly tilting planet, but then all I want to do is cry. Sometimes I hold that urge at bay, other time I weep, long and hard. As I mop up I wonder what that was all about. I go about my day and think, I know

“Because drumming was recognized as an ancient source and symbol of the power of female technicians of the sacred, drumming was banned. Henceforth divinity was to be exclusively masculine. The suppression of women was directly linked to the suppression of the goddess.” - Layne Redmond, When the Drummers were Women Painting by Lucy Pierce

Today, my beautiful step daughter, Kim, is getting married. She is truly "daughter" to me. I have loved her since the first day we met. She was a gawky, shy, knobby kneed little girl who came rollerskating into a fast food restaurant to meet me. Today, she herself is a mother! How time flies. I can not be with her today because of the pandemic. I am in Colorado, she is in Vermont. My heart is with her though. I have been going through old photos. Through tears I have s

Evelyn Carmon Nicol was Born in Little Rock Kentucky, on June 2, 1930. She was the eighth child out of eleven children, born to Daniel Eugene Carmon, a schoolteacher and Margarite Wilson Carmon a homemaker. She was a pioneer in the fields of microbiology and immunology and one of the few African American Women to have been awarded a patent in the sciences, particularly in the field of Molecular Biology. Ms. Nicol leaves behind an incredible legacy as a scientist whose brilli

The day has been beautiful and opening the computer until now has not been possible. I have spent the day out in my yard and gardens. It was a gift. This is also a gift. Please check out their website for some beautiful thoughts and art. https://www.facebook.com/CuranderismoHealing/ Shared from Curanderismo, the Healing Art of Mexico "In the quiet stillness of your heart you can hear your Grandmother's voice. Listen. Her wisdom shines in the light of the stars." — Maestra

I have been struggling with the unkindness that has been evident of late. Yes, there is still kindness in the world, but the spot light has been on unkindness. I was introduced to the work of this amazing woman a few years back. I wanted to share her with you today. Kindness, it is what we need more of! Enjoy. KINDNESS Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in you