4/52: The 52 Project

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This is week 4 of “The 52” project. I’ve blogged about it before, so to avoid rehashing the boring details, I’ll let you read all about it here.

With much gratitude to my beautiful daughter, I have a photograph of one of my favorite little people, my first g’son, B. Although he is almost 2 3/4  years old, I remember his début into the world like it was yesterday. His eyes were open, already curious about his new home and life. Today, he personifies the word “curiosity,” and loves to learn. He is a virtual sponge, learning everything from foreign languages, swimming and painting. He is a kind, loving and compassionate little guy, and I love him dearly. Even though he lives far away in L.A., frequent visits and the magic of  Face Time and Skype, keeps us close. This wee face makes my heart smile.

Blessings, Lydia

All Will Be Well, ~St. Julian of Norwich

Creative Writing Saturday : Phenomenal Woman

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English: Anemone coronaria in shape of Star of David עברית: כלנית מצויה בצורת מגן דוד (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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.
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 in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace in 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 for my care.
‘Cause I’m a woman.
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

~ Maya Angelou

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