This is the Time
To reconnect to the food you eat
The very source of life.
The substance that sustains
Your well being.
Let us reconnect to the soil,
Put our fingers in the dirt.
Feel the ground below our feet.
The air on our cheeks.
Let the wind rustle in the trees.
That fall to the ground.
Remember the source,
From which you came.
Crawling on four,
Then your two feet.
It is time to honor
Comes from the soil.
The green leaves
That nourishes your soul.
The Womanist Empowerment Series In Poetry and Prose
The Social Status of Women and the problems we face
and the inherent tribulations of following the Status Quo.
The life we live is a direct result of
generations of conditions that have worked together to
make the woman physically weak, mentally narrow and politically powerless.
It happens in the three systems that govern our lives.
Public Education; Criminal Justice and lastly Government.
What is the role Black Women will play?
What are the responsibilities to her community?
And lastly What type of leadership will emerge that will-restore Humanity?
I want you during this series to question the bigger mission for your life. It will help you find happiness and discover peace and tranquility.
During the last twenty-five years in public education, I searched for a way to express myself and contribute to society. What I found as I began to unearth the source of my suffering was a darkness and abyss so bleak that every time I looked in I would quiver and quake. I looked down into the darkness and dove in heart first to find meaning and purpose and quiet my restless heart.
Searching for a PANACEA to solve the deep-seated problems that plagued my happiness, Seven tools were revealed to me in the wee hours of the morning one day.
The Seven tools will awaken the deeper dimension of the self as you discover a more enlightened way of relating to life. We, Black women, are empowered through the feminine aspect of life. Learn to let go and let the life inside you unfold.
Listen with me as the Great Story of Woman is told, We write the history and tell the tale of woman’s rise to her natural state. We are empowered as women and mothers as we guide the world through story writing and conversation. Join me in building a New Human Community,
Evolve your ideas about gender and the roles we play.
In 2018 we Women have evolved in our skill set. We are intelligent, creative and compassionate.
Skills needed in the new world.
No longer do we neeed brute strength,
The World is a pretty safe place.
The idea that men are better able to lead is no longer the norm.
On the New Earth,
Soft Power is what we need.
Ideas about Compassion, harmony and interconnectedness are a woman’s Superpower.
We are an extension of the source.
A force that aligns with!
A part of the Human Family
An unbroken chain.
Since time beginning
An invisible force
Molecules hover across ,
In it’s wake.
Awake to your wonderous life!
Of a New World
Spinning on an invisible axis
Believe in the Magic of
Each day the sun rises and greet the new day,
Yesterday but a memory.
I lay awake for a moment,
Before opening my eyes.
A mood settles in me,
Like the dew on the grass.
Lifting as I become more conscious,
To reveal the cool morning crispness.
How shall I spend the day?
Empty, it is.
Except for the sensations that creep
Into my mind awakening the spirit within.
A morning spent in prayer and appreciation,
For a new day of life.
Lately, it has become difficult to face the frigid air,
My first winter in ten years.
I miss the sunshine of Florida,
The blue skies and waves washing over the beach.
I finish my prayer of appreciation,
And gratitude, vision, and peace.
I venture out into the gray morning,
My senses awash with the crisp morning air.
The wind washes over me,
Like a sheet billowing in the wind flapping between the fibers of my being.
The fresh air,
A sort of newness.
I look to the sky,
Clouds fill my vision.
Like a floating wrapping across the sky,
Keeping everything safely in place.
The winter days have left the trees bare and standing still,
In a state of calm,
I take heed and enjoy the winter of my being,
A-tuned to the nature of the day.
Allowing the cold to settle in my bones,
Strengthening my resolve amidst the cold and barren day.
Afterwards, I retreat into the warmth,
A heart filled with peace and contentment.