Lately, I’ve been deeply moved by so many stories of oppression and persecution in the news. It seems as if women and men all over the world now refuse to be kept down and the tide of freedom is gaining momentum. All of these strong emotions inspire me to write. What else is there to do when faced with so much horror so far outside the span of our control?
While watching a Democracy Now! news report about the brave women of Western Sahara and their fight for self-directed governance, that little snarky voice in the back of my brain said, “Ha! And men use the word pussy to call out a coward.”
Now, she’s telling the story of the indigenous peoples of Morocco in Western Sahara. Genocide and oppression cloaks the earth; no race is safe, no religion blameless. The women are out on the front lines. They go out into the streets and demonstrate publicly. Police and military beat and arrest them.
The women are draped in brightly colored robes with complicated patterns, intricate designs bringing to mind all the lush blossoming places on the planet. Sahrawi women speak for Sahrawi peoples.
Sky and blood and life. The colors of their robes reveal the pulse of the people, even as same coverings hide lost hair and gained scars. She is strong. Look how strong, how sane she seems. Yet, the men will still say the police are cowards for beating women. Scum of the earth pussies.
:a series of original quotes about what we are and how we do this thing we call life.
LOVE YOUR LIFE QUOTES
There is a coyote living in the park where I walk with my dog, Zora, many mornings. We saw the animal, what looked like a coyote, walking out on the frozen lagoon one early Sunday morning. A co-worker confirmed a sighting while driving to work a couple of days after that. The next day, during another early morning meander through the park, Zora decided to play copycat and walk out onto the ice. She seemed right at ease, like she belonged. When I saw her out there, I didn’t see her as a confined house pet. I saw her as the coyote, without her leash and collar – free.
What is a poem, but an expression of life. And what is life, but a beautiful poem; spoken and chanted, built and picked apart, constantly being written by us all. How do we live it? Do we live in fear? Or, do we chose to live free?
Theodore Roosevelt said, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” I’ve come to believe it is actually a lack of gratitude that keeps our happiness imprisoned, leaving us wondering …What more? Where next? Who now?
When we focus on what we already have and already love, we tend to feel content. We may even find our worries diminishing, and anxiety about what else is out there to achieve, accomplish, experience or conquor no longer rules our thoughts.