Memo: from all of your "Black" Mothers...
We are, patiently, awaiting your apologies, for choosing to inform us (in the most obtuse manor possible) that we, the quintessential picture of strength, love, support and endurance, are not good enough for you...
At birth, When we looked upon your innocent faces and dedicated our lives to you and your well-being, we could have never know that those precious little hands (which we kissed and held) would, one day grow up to slap us in our faces (by way of your choosing to create families with women who’s experiences would never be entrenched in our experiences... Or Your historical experiences)
We are patiently awaiting your apologies for telling US your "Black" mothers, we, simply, are not good enough for you....
And... as all "Black" mothers all over the world do, we will be here to help you pick up the pieces from the messes you make and to aid you in making better, more informed and respectful choices... And… to Love you in spite of YOURSELVES.
All of Our Love,
Your Mothers
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Friday, January 9, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Seranade
Seduce me in the language of your father and I will plant it's seed in the fertile soil of my life
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother and I will water it with the tears of my love
Baptize me in the wisdom of your culture and I will worship every day, in its grace
Spill your inhibitions into my space and I will drown them, evaporating them away
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Teach me to walk the path of your ancestors and I will etch your footprints on the road of destany
Give me wings and I will take flight over the land of your home
Light the darkend corridores of my soul and its fire will kindle and burn brighter than the stars that guides you
Sing for me your song and I will dance the dance of the ages
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Let me harness the wind and I will speak to you through the trees
Quench me in the rains of Spring and I will submit to the anointing of your Sprit
Instruct me as to sew your fruit and in our harvest there will be no famine
embrace me and I will linger in your midst
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother and I will water it with the tears of my love
Baptize me in the wisdom of your culture and I will worship every day, in its grace
Spill your inhibitions into my space and I will drown them, evaporating them away
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Teach me to walk the path of your ancestors and I will etch your footprints on the road of destany
Give me wings and I will take flight over the land of your home
Light the darkend corridores of my soul and its fire will kindle and burn brighter than the stars that guides you
Sing for me your song and I will dance the dance of the ages
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Let me harness the wind and I will speak to you through the trees
Quench me in the rains of Spring and I will submit to the anointing of your Sprit
Instruct me as to sew your fruit and in our harvest there will be no famine
embrace me and I will linger in your midst
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Friendship...
Friendship is not something you pick up when it is new and keep around as long as it is easy !!!
Friendship is: Raw and uninhibited. Earthy and based in reality.
When all else fails your friends keep you safe....Safe from yourself and even from them, at times.
In the darkest of hours they love you back to yourself. They love you in spite of yourself...
More precious than gold, more trustworthy than family.
They wrap you in a blanket of balance when the world is driving you to the brink of insanity.
They can manage to drive you crazy, just when you believe yourself sane.
Thank you for my laughter when the jokes of the world are not really funny and tend to hurt...
Thank you for absorbing the tears, when the oceans I have cried seem to be without shores.
Thank you for allowing me to "Just BE'" without expectation, judgement or condemnation.
Thank you for the clarity in the midst of life's fog. You are Safe Harbor....
Friendship is: Raw and uninhibited. Earthy and based in reality.
When all else fails your friends keep you safe....Safe from yourself and even from them, at times.
In the darkest of hours they love you back to yourself. They love you in spite of yourself...
More precious than gold, more trustworthy than family.
They wrap you in a blanket of balance when the world is driving you to the brink of insanity.
They can manage to drive you crazy, just when you believe yourself sane.
Thank you for my laughter when the jokes of the world are not really funny and tend to hurt...
Thank you for absorbing the tears, when the oceans I have cried seem to be without shores.
Thank you for allowing me to "Just BE'" without expectation, judgement or condemnation.
Thank you for the clarity in the midst of life's fog. You are Safe Harbor....
Thursday, July 10, 2008
My Greatest Joy
(In a post dated August 25th 2007)
Greetings, Hotep and Shalom,
I just wanted to begin the next phase of my life by sharing, with those of you whom have been instrumental and whom have borne witness to my families evolution. Yes, This includes you.
Yesterday, on August 24th, 2007, my eldest son, Ory, turned the first, of many, corners in his life, where-by redefining my life and role as mother and his role as my son. He turned 13.... Now, I know some of you would not consider that to be monumental by any standard, children grow up every day... But, Ory, my eldest son, my pride and my reason for wanting to be a better person, has managed in 13 short years to define all things that I know as good and just in a person.
He has been there, with my family (my self and his 2 brothers, respectfully) through the best and the worst the ups and the downs. He has experienced things that have truly defined his character, for the better... He has, to the best of his ability, managed to understand and apply that which he has, so profoundly, observed and learned, to the matters that are based in right and wrong. His level of foresight and kindness are unmatched, as far as I know, by any one in his age group ( I dare say adults too ). He is the best of sons and the best of me...
At one point I would have argued that a woman could only raise a son to a certain point in his life, but then would need a male, a man, to guide him the rest of the way.... my, my my, my, my... How times have changed....That thought is no longer relevant for my family and I am so grateful to have to opportunity to raise not only Ory but my entire family, single handedly and be able to watch the fruits of my loins, my labor and sacrifice, evolve right before my eyes, into the most wonderful people I know.
As you may know, I have never set up expectations of my sons... My only want for them is to be upstanding men capable of living by principal. With that, every good thing will follow. Ory is proving, every day, that the path is not only noble but possible and productive. To say I am overwhelmed with sentiment and love for the boy is an understatement, to say I am proud of him is an understatement. What I will say is, I respect him and his visions... My efforts, every day are to stay forever worthy of being his mom.
I believed, I had fallen short, on occasion, where my parenting is concerned (I learned, that was just the learning curve of life), but I look at Ory and listen to him and I know I am doing more than just one thing right and that, for as good as a child as he is, I have never fallen short... I know I am doing HIM right.
If someone had told me, 13 years ago, just how profoundly a single person could change your life, right down to how you breath and how your heart beats.... well, I don think I would have believed them. To have the honor of being MOM... WOW, That is the most sincerely humbling experience I could have.
I say all this to you because I wanted to share, with you, My Blessing.
Greetings, Hotep and Shalom,
I just wanted to begin the next phase of my life by sharing, with those of you whom have been instrumental and whom have borne witness to my families evolution. Yes, This includes you.
Yesterday, on August 24th, 2007, my eldest son, Ory, turned the first, of many, corners in his life, where-by redefining my life and role as mother and his role as my son. He turned 13.... Now, I know some of you would not consider that to be monumental by any standard, children grow up every day... But, Ory, my eldest son, my pride and my reason for wanting to be a better person, has managed in 13 short years to define all things that I know as good and just in a person.
He has been there, with my family (my self and his 2 brothers, respectfully) through the best and the worst the ups and the downs. He has experienced things that have truly defined his character, for the better... He has, to the best of his ability, managed to understand and apply that which he has, so profoundly, observed and learned, to the matters that are based in right and wrong. His level of foresight and kindness are unmatched, as far as I know, by any one in his age group ( I dare say adults too ). He is the best of sons and the best of me...
At one point I would have argued that a woman could only raise a son to a certain point in his life, but then would need a male, a man, to guide him the rest of the way.... my, my my, my, my... How times have changed....That thought is no longer relevant for my family and I am so grateful to have to opportunity to raise not only Ory but my entire family, single handedly and be able to watch the fruits of my loins, my labor and sacrifice, evolve right before my eyes, into the most wonderful people I know.
As you may know, I have never set up expectations of my sons... My only want for them is to be upstanding men capable of living by principal. With that, every good thing will follow. Ory is proving, every day, that the path is not only noble but possible and productive. To say I am overwhelmed with sentiment and love for the boy is an understatement, to say I am proud of him is an understatement. What I will say is, I respect him and his visions... My efforts, every day are to stay forever worthy of being his mom.
I believed, I had fallen short, on occasion, where my parenting is concerned (I learned, that was just the learning curve of life), but I look at Ory and listen to him and I know I am doing more than just one thing right and that, for as good as a child as he is, I have never fallen short... I know I am doing HIM right.
If someone had told me, 13 years ago, just how profoundly a single person could change your life, right down to how you breath and how your heart beats.... well, I don think I would have believed them. To have the honor of being MOM... WOW, That is the most sincerely humbling experience I could have.
I say all this to you because I wanted to share, with you, My Blessing.
What Every Woman Should Have
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a youth she's content to leave behind....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . one friend who always makes her laugh.. and one who lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE a feeling of control over her destiny..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..... how to fall in love without losing herself..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.... how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.... whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... where to go..... be it to her best friend's kitchen table.. or a charming Inn in the woods.... when her soul needs soothing...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. What she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a youth she's content to leave behind....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . one friend who always makes her laugh.. and one who lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE a feeling of control over her destiny..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..... how to fall in love without losing herself..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.... how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.... whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... where to go..... be it to her best friend's kitchen table.. or a charming Inn in the woods.... when her soul needs soothing...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. What she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...
Seranade
I wrote this one for LOVE'S sake...
Seduce me in the language of your father and I will plant it's seed in the fertile soil of my life
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother and I will water it with the tears of my love
Baptize me in the wisdom of your culture and I will worship every day, in its grace
Spill your inhibitions into my space and I will drown them, evaporating them away
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Teach me to walk the path of your ancestors and I will etch your footprints on the road of destany
Give me wings and I will take flight over the land of your home
Light the darkend corridores of my soul and its fire will kindle and burn brighter than the stars that guides you
Sing for me your song and I will dance the dance of the ages
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Let me harness the wind and I will speak to you through the trees
Quench me in the rains of Spring and I will submit to the anointing of your Sprit
Instruct me as to sew your fruit and in our harvest there will be no famine
embrace me and I will linger in your midst
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Seduce me in the language of your father and I will plant it's seed in the fertile soil of my life
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother and I will water it with the tears of my love
Baptize me in the wisdom of your culture and I will worship every day, in its grace
Spill your inhibitions into my space and I will drown them, evaporating them away
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Teach me to walk the path of your ancestors and I will etch your footprints on the road of destany
Give me wings and I will take flight over the land of your home
Light the darkend corridores of my soul and its fire will kindle and burn brighter than the stars that guides you
Sing for me your song and I will dance the dance of the ages
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Let me harness the wind and I will speak to you through the trees
Quench me in the rains of Spring and I will submit to the anointing of your Sprit
Instruct me as to sew your fruit and in our harvest there will be no famine
embrace me and I will linger in your midst
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
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