In all ways a woman…..
International Women’s Day is being celebrated around the globe today on March 08, 2009. Founded by an American Socialist organization in 1909 after 15,000 women had marched in New York City the year before, demanding shorter hours, better pay and voting rights. The first International Women’s Day took place in 1911, gaining much momentum over the years. Some women receive gifts and tokens of affection, others take to the streets to demand more freedom, and to raise a voice for those who have none. Coming together worldwide to celebrate the achievements of women strengthens and empowers, not only women but humankind.
Text courtesy New America Media
Women’s Day in different parts of the world:)
The next 6 photographs courtesy The New America Media
Toronto, Canada by G. Bacque.
Innsbruck, Austria by Erwin Vindl.
Cameroon, Africa by Reese Baird.
Los Angeles, CA by Philip Untalan.
Santiago, Chile by Juan Pedro Catepillán.
Karachi, India by Firoz Ahmad Firoz. (The coming together of Karachi and India as one word made me smile …a lot:) )Perhaps this typo was meant to be:)
Dhaka,Bangladesh Pic courtesy wikipedia
In All Ways A Woman
By Maya Angelou
In my young years I took pride in the fact that luck was called a lady. In fact, there were so few public acknowledgments of the female presence that I felt personally honored whenever nature and large ships were referred to as feminine. But as I matured, I began to resent being considered a sister to a changeling as fickle as luck, as aloof as an ocean, and as frivolous as nature. The phrase “A woman always has the right to change her mind” played so aptly into the negative image of the female that I made myself a victim to an unwavering decision. Even if I made an inane and stupid choice, I stuck by it rather than “be like a woman and change my mind.”
Being a woman is hard work. Not without joy and even ecstasy, but still relentless, unending work. Becoming an old female may require only being born with certain genitalia, inheriting long-living genes and the fortune not to be run over by an out-of-control truck, but to become and remain a woman command the existence and employment of genius.
The woman who survives intact and happy must be at once tender and tough. She must have convinced herself, or be in the unending process of convincing herself, that she, her values, and her choices are important. In a time and world where males hold sway and control, the pressure upon women to yield their rights-of-way is tremendous. And it is under those very circumstances that the woman’s toughness must be in evidence.
She must resist considering herself a lesser version of her male counterpart. She is not a sculptress, poetess, authoress, Jewess, Negress, or even (now rare) in university parlance a rectoress. If she is the thing, then for her own sense of self and for the education of the ill-informed she must insist with rectitude in being the thing and in being called the thing.
A rose by any other name may smell as sweet, but a woman called by a devaluing name will only be weakened by the misnomer. She will need to prize her tenderness and be able to display it at appropriate times in order to prevent toughness from gaining total authority and to avoid becoming a mirror image of those men who value power above life, and control over love.
It is imperative that a woman keep her sense of humor intact and at the ready. She must see, even if only in secret, that she is the funniest, looniest woman in her world, which she should also see as being the most absurd world of all times. It has been said that laughter is therapeutic and amiability lengthens the life span. Women should be tough, tender, laugh as much as possible, and live long lives. The struggle for equality continues unabated, and the woman warrior who is armed with wit and courage will be among the first to celebrate victory.
In my mind I see all the religions of the world represented in these men and the way they cower makes me laugh out loud.:)
A poem by one of the most strong voices of our times Maya Angelou..
She wrote it for her sisters and the struggle …..
but today this is Dedicated to women all over the world….
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Why the pink?err…dont let your mind wander too much:D
Pink because every woman romances life itself….gift yourself ‘you’
And why a red,red rose pray?:)
Why! for the love we have for ourselves…:)….the way we have to learn to unconditionally accept ourselves, warts and all..:)
Because each one of us,each woman is in love with life …a life meant to be lived to the fullest …we don’t need a day to celebrate all that we are..but we do need it to remind us about the goals fulfilled,dreams that have come true,milestones that have been crossed……….and also to help us realise that we still have far to go…. to ask those who are still watching from the sidelines as we go past..to ask them to join us….
Challenge yourself to find time to be ‘you’.Women are exceptional people.The most exceptional I have ever seen.Steal moments for yourself.
Wife,mother,sister whatever your role in life maybe….yoor life is first yours…and only when you learn to live for yourself will you be able to live for those you love…
Happy Women’s Day to everyone..for the men in our lives who have been with us every step of the way and for those women who made it possible for us to reach here.:)
”In the eyes of every woman shines the soul of a goddess”.-Maya Angelou