Joy

JOY … in Shadows of the Heart, the grace of another blogger/poet

JOY … in Shadows of the Heart, the grace of another blogger/poet

Joy
"I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes." Renee Robinson I've spent some time recently in hospitals and specialty clinics.  It's always heartening to witness how remarkably resilient some folks are, how they deal with their trials in good spirit. They remind me of one special person, a blogger and poet you might remember. She dealt with her illness with extraordinary grace. She was Renee Robinson. A few years ago, I'm not sure why or how the impulse came to me, I suddenly had to see if Renee Robinson's blog was still up. I discovered that her WordPress domain had expired. Her other blog and T
JOY ….  in “And Ain’t I a Woman” … Celebrating Black History Month and International Women’s Day

JOY …. in “And Ain’t I a Woman” … Celebrating Black History Month and International Women’s Day

bigotry, Black History Month, Joy, Women
“I'm not going to die, I'm going home like a shooting star.” The Narrative of Sojourner Truth Sojourner Truth and Olive Gilbert Ain't I a Woman is posted here today in honor of Black History Month (February)and International Women's Day (IWD), coming up on March 8. One of the many guises in which poetry presents itself:  American actress Alfrie Woodard delivers New Yorker Sojourner Truth's spontaneous speech, Ain't I a Woman. Sojourner gave this speech at the Women's Convention in Akron, Ohio in May of 1851. SOJOURNER TRUTH (1797-1883) African-American Abolitionist and Women's Rights Activist Black History Month is an opportunity to remember and celebrate the people and events of the African Diaspora. Two sites to visit for this celebration:
JOY . . . I am beautiful now

JOY . . . I am beautiful now

Joy, poem
I have been searching Old Woman and I find her in mySelf Daughters of Copper Woman, Ann Cameron In case you haven’t noticed, I’m beautiful now, beautiful in ways I never was in callow youth ... On fire now with the violet fire of soul speak, treading a lighter path with a brighter spirit. · Sparking pink tourmaline, green jade, amethyst. Blue sapphire flashing through the cloud of my being, shooting stars in a cobalt sky of my heart. I shed the pyrite, lead, hematite, the heavy, the dross. Lost in a whisper of indigo dreams ... like a gray sparrow feather I float through Eternity, a fragile-strong willow-wisp of joy. · In case you haven’t noticed, I am beautiful now, beautiful in the way of all young women in that once-upon-a-time when they were old.