When Women Are Warriors

This morning, kids, I attended a global crafts fair at our community centre, full of the most wonderful articles made by people in the developing world. The money for the items purchased goes directly to the people who made them, which makes me feel very good. No middle man exploiting the impoverished. I could have bought the entire stock were I able, as the energy, the messages, the awareness in that room was so wonderful. LOVED it! I could have moved right in, been bundled up with the leftovers, and sent with them back to Africa! If only.

I was unable to resist a couple of treats, and I bought my Christmas cards there - cards with a beautiful message. YAY! 

I am still away from home, and can only access a computer for a couple of hours a day. The panic is building as I cannot possibly keep up. Nine days to go before life is restored to what passes for normal, on any given day. This morning I began my day by falling over a fat golden lab, to our mutual consternation. "Wild Woman rides again!" Hee hee. (No dogs were injured in the performance of that feat. Thankfully. A vet bill would have wiped out my earnings.) 

This message was in a poster from the crafts fair, which fell upon my eyes and now is waiting for a spot on my almost-covered walls. Here it is, for your delectation:

WHEN WOMEN ARE WARRIORS

When women are warriors

they still make dinner

and try to explain the world

to their mothers

and their daughters.

When women are warriors

they go on being grandmothers

whispering warrior words and singing

ancient songs about love

and justice.

When women are warriors

they plant gardens and walk

the stone beaches, gathering driftwood

and watching sails on the horizon.

They brew tea for friends

and gather in small groups

for silence.

When women are warriors

they still think of themselves 

as girls, before they knew

they needed to be warriors.

-J.Jefferson

I googled J. Jefferson, trying to find more info.....no luck. Will keep looking.