Vieux ta' Geauxx

Moon Vieux
(A Peekaboo Dance)
By Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney©14
...
 The moon dances
A peekaboo
With the clouds
That lunar dame
Enshrouds her light
So...
At some times
Ones are not allow to dim
Or to steal whatever is to be
Keeping them in suspense
Of her magnificence
Having no affectations or pretense.
Cradled in a crescent
Where east is north
Or a west bank that's really north.
That moon dance divinely shaped by tender hands of
the Divine...
Reflecting His Power
His Glory...
Lighting up for those
Who maybe lost who must...
Find The Way...
No need to shout
Just suspend & wait.
While from time to time
Dancing a peekaboo with the clouds
That enshrouds her light
At time to protect & preserve
That magnificence.
And then...
The light flashes
Trumpeting her emergence
From the rain clouds
That showers the earth
With her tears
While she does that peekaboo dance
Beyond the clouds.

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August 10,2014 Super Moon photography by artist Cheree Teachout

 

Photo by Cheree

 

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It sticks to you...

Fable of the porcupine

It was the coldest winter ever and many animals died because of the cold.

Some porcupines, realizing the gravity of the situation, decided to group together to share warmth.

This way they were better covered and protected; however - the quills of each one wounded their closest companions.

After a while they decided to distance themselves one from the other and soon after they began to die, alone and frozen.

So they had to make a choice: either accept the quills of their companions or disappear from the Earth.

Wisely, they decided to go back to being together.

They learned to accept the little wounds that were caused by these close relationships, in order to benefit from what their companions offered.
It was this way that they were able to survive and thrive.

Moral of the story:

The best relationships are not ones that bring together perfect beings, but are instead ones where individuals learn to live with the imperfections of others and can still accept the gifts they have to offer.

I'm Not...

Please read entire essay at: http://www.womanist-musings.com/2009/05/i-am-not-feminist.html



"I am not a feminist. I can declare this boldly without fear and with a certainty of will. I believe unequivocally in women's rights and the equality of all beings but have found after various years of interaction, that feminism has no room for women that look like me or have similar experiences to me.

I cannot knowingly participate in a movement that claims to be open and yet daily either appropriates or minimizes my struggle for the gains of others.
I am a heterosexual, black, disabled mother. I am many things to many people and my life though simple in its nature, is worth something to me and the people that I love. Daily I live with the legacy that was bequeathed to me from my mothers womb and I cannot in good conscience spit upon my inheritance by owning a label that seeks to privilege others.

The name of this blog is Womanist Musings for a reason. Womanism not only speaks to who I am as a person but to who I aspire to be each and everyday. It is not housed in academia or based in privileging whiteness or class advantage. It lives and breathes because women of color continue to struggle for even the most basic form of recognition that is the birth right of a privileged few on our little blue planet.

I have seen the discussions between radical women of color/womanist and feminists referred to as a war. At first the term war seemed inappropriate until I thought about the length and breathe of this conversation. Indeed it is a war, a war of attrition to be accurate. Though we are told that we have come so far because a black woman is now first lady, even that honour is appropriated as whiteness seeks to claim Michelle Obama by comparing her to women like Jackie O and alternately defiling her at will by calling her angry when she displays any form of agency"...