"Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise"
DAY 863 July 19, 2016
Let's try an example in perspectives. I've provided two and you take it from there with which ever one works for you.
1. A young woman not ready to die 2. An old man who is ready to die
The rain came down in heavy, swollen droplets. The weight of the water
pressed the tall tomato plants in their wire cages down toward the
ground. She found herself thinking about those tomato plants. They had
grown remarkably lush, spreading well outside the confines of their
towers. Their branches had extended out over the patio, heavy with the
swell of ripened red fruit. She wondered if they would be permanently
damaged by the storm or if they would rebound with the sun. They has
seemed so strong before and now they appeared to be losing the battle
with nature, in much the same way she felt she was.
There had been lots of tumultuous weather in her life, storm fronts she
had withstood and rebounded from time and time again. She had started to
feel stubbornly indestructible. Until yesterday. Until the call from
the doctor had interrupted her marathon cleaning session and reordered
her whole world. Tomorrow she would sit across from him, he would
disclose the results and they would talk about time. She would learn how
much she had left and she would be certain it would never seem like
enough. She wasn't ready to die. She wasn't ready to bend her limbs to
the earth and surrender all her beautiful ripeness to the dirt.
"Blogging Circle of Friends "
DAY 1343 July 19, 2016
Pick something that happened on this day and talk about it in your blog. I've included a link to give you some ideas.
http://www.onthisday.com/events/july/19
1848 The first women's rights convention, called by Elizabeth Cady
Stanton and Lucretia C. Mott, was held in Seneca Falls, New York.
On this day in history, the first women's rights convention held in
Seneca Falls, New York in 1848. I find this day and event significant
as this country is witnessing the first ever female democratic nominee
for the Office of the Presidency. As I write this I am astounded at how
long it has taken us to get here. The fight for equality has raged on
now for over 168 years. Whether or not Hillary is elected, women
everywhere should recognize that she represents some measure of victory
in the ongoing battle for equal rights. It has taken an excruciating
long time for society to accept the concept of a woman as Commander in
Chief when you consider that the credential committee of the World's
Anti-Slavery Convention held in 1840 in London once ruled that women
were "constitutionally unfit for public and business meetings".*
*Reference: http://womenshistory.about.com/od/suffrage1848/a/seneca_falls.htm
About Me
- MD Maurice
- A working professional and Mom,a want-to-be full time writer and modern day Alice in Wonderland who's always "A Little Mad Here"...
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Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
The Raging Within
Labels:
death,
dying,
equality,
family,
fighting,
hope,
life,
strength,
survival,
women,
women rights
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Atwood's Handmaidens and Independent Moves
In this past week I've feel as if I've been battling a post-vacation
hangover trying to reinsert myself into the chaos and demands of a
stress-inducing job. I find myself checking email during dinner, waking
up in the middle of night running worst case scenarios and generally
worrying about the bottom line in a particularly slow cycle of sales.
There doesn't seem to be much time or opportunity to write anything, let
along work on my submissions. I keep telling myself I just need to get
out in front of my work and I can score some breathing room to work on
some things but so far that seems like little more than a lofty
aspiration. One thing that hasn't escaped my attention is how
drastically my daughter has changed in this past year. I was so blessed
to have had a full, uninterrupted week to spend with her on vacation. I
found myself just watching her at times, transfixed by how much she's
matured this summer. First off, she's shed every once of baby fat,
revealing that she will most likely and thankfully take after her
father. I can see the familiar lines of his lithe build in her physique
and also touch of athleticism I wished I had possessed at her age. The
Florida sun turned her skin its loveliest shade of caramel which has
brought out the jade colored flecks in her eyes. She seems for the first
time, to be wholly unlike either one of us, but rather uniquely
herself. She is developing her own sense of humor and her own sense of
style. She had a variety of laughs at her disposal...a quiet giggle, a
playful snicker and a full-on belly laugh that makes my heart joyful
when I hear it. She often walks aside of us now but just as often slips
her hands into one of ours and readily returns our hugs and kisses. She
is still sweet, occasionally saucy and simply amazing to behold. And now
for the prompts...prompts keep me focused, they keep me "in the ink" so
to speak...
"Blogging Circle of Friends "
Day 1324, June 30, 2016
PROMPT: throughout history, stories have influenced a change in society (for example Jules verne's " from the Earth to the Moon,inspiring the moon landing, or 20000 leagues under the sea inspired the creation of electric submarines, or George Orwell's "1984" inspiring the NSA spy scandals, Using a specific literary work, explain how a novel might influence
change in society.
I think either read this prompt a little differently, or have a slightly jaded take on it because the novel that came immediately to mind was Margaret Atwood's "The Handmaids Tale". I read the book over a decade ago but the story stayed with me. For those who are unfamiliar, the novel of speculative fiction, tells the story of a future where women had been striped up their most basic rights. Following a terrorist attack and subsequent takeover, society has been rigidly restructured into a caste system whereby women are divided and devalued based on their fertility. It is a vivid depiction of the worse scenario for women in a society ruled by controlled by men and their archaic and brutal philosophical ideals. The reason this particular novel comes to mind is that we live in a time when the debate of abortion repeatedly surfaces in nearly every political race or round table discussion. The women's right to chose is repeated challenged, with constantly changing laws shifting the power balance in one direction or the other. It seems unstable and precarious sometimes...this sense of control over our lives and our bodies. We all know about places in the world where women do not enjoy the same freedoms, the same rights. We all know of places where women are not free, are not safe. We all know of places where women are enslaved by political and religious idealogy. There are places where the parallels between the fictitious Gilead and modern day society can be clearly drawn and that should be frightening to every global citizen. It certainly frightens me. The right over my own body is God-given and sacred and the thought that any government could lay claim to that right, could move to supercede my own authority over self, is simply not acceptable to me.
"Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise"
Day 844 June 30, 2016
Prompt: What is the most independent thing you have ever done?
I feel that I have been pretty independent my whole life. I've made some mistakes but I've always tried to push myself too. I elected to go to college out of state and after that first summer break, I made the permanent move out. My parents were already in the middle of divorce and after several brief months bouncing between "his" and "her" houses, it was very clear to me that I was better off on my own. I think though perhaps the most independent thing I have ever done was to buy my ex-husband out of of the house in the divorce. It was my first home and it was terrifying. It was a project to renovate, both emotionally and physically. The house had seen its far share of discontent and there were lots of bad memories there. I was determine to look past that and start over. With very limited knowledge, I patched all the fist-sized holes and battered doors. I threw away all the garage-sale furniture that was a scarred as I felt and replaced it with the bright and the new. I repainted, repaired and replaced with abandon. Eventually, I felt like I had reclaimed the space as one I felt safe and secure in. It wouldn't truly become a home for me again until I remarried and gave birth to my daughter. Today it is the first place I really feel happy and complete. My husband and our daughter have really been what have made this house a home. I'm grateful though, that I took that leap for myself. It was such an instrumental part of becoming the person, the mother and the wife I am today.
"Blogging Circle of Friends "
Day 1324, June 30, 2016
PROMPT: throughout history, stories have influenced a change in society (for example Jules verne's " from the Earth to the Moon,inspiring the moon landing, or 20000 leagues under the sea inspired the creation of electric submarines, or George Orwell's "1984" inspiring the NSA spy scandals, Using a specific literary work, explain how a novel might influence
change in society.
I think either read this prompt a little differently, or have a slightly jaded take on it because the novel that came immediately to mind was Margaret Atwood's "The Handmaids Tale". I read the book over a decade ago but the story stayed with me. For those who are unfamiliar, the novel of speculative fiction, tells the story of a future where women had been striped up their most basic rights. Following a terrorist attack and subsequent takeover, society has been rigidly restructured into a caste system whereby women are divided and devalued based on their fertility. It is a vivid depiction of the worse scenario for women in a society ruled by controlled by men and their archaic and brutal philosophical ideals. The reason this particular novel comes to mind is that we live in a time when the debate of abortion repeatedly surfaces in nearly every political race or round table discussion. The women's right to chose is repeated challenged, with constantly changing laws shifting the power balance in one direction or the other. It seems unstable and precarious sometimes...this sense of control over our lives and our bodies. We all know about places in the world where women do not enjoy the same freedoms, the same rights. We all know of places where women are not free, are not safe. We all know of places where women are enslaved by political and religious idealogy. There are places where the parallels between the fictitious Gilead and modern day society can be clearly drawn and that should be frightening to every global citizen. It certainly frightens me. The right over my own body is God-given and sacred and the thought that any government could lay claim to that right, could move to supercede my own authority over self, is simply not acceptable to me.
"Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise"
Day 844 June 30, 2016
Prompt: What is the most independent thing you have ever done?
I feel that I have been pretty independent my whole life. I've made some mistakes but I've always tried to push myself too. I elected to go to college out of state and after that first summer break, I made the permanent move out. My parents were already in the middle of divorce and after several brief months bouncing between "his" and "her" houses, it was very clear to me that I was better off on my own. I think though perhaps the most independent thing I have ever done was to buy my ex-husband out of of the house in the divorce. It was my first home and it was terrifying. It was a project to renovate, both emotionally and physically. The house had seen its far share of discontent and there were lots of bad memories there. I was determine to look past that and start over. With very limited knowledge, I patched all the fist-sized holes and battered doors. I threw away all the garage-sale furniture that was a scarred as I felt and replaced it with the bright and the new. I repainted, repaired and replaced with abandon. Eventually, I felt like I had reclaimed the space as one I felt safe and secure in. It wouldn't truly become a home for me again until I remarried and gave birth to my daughter. Today it is the first place I really feel happy and complete. My husband and our daughter have really been what have made this house a home. I'm grateful though, that I took that leap for myself. It was such an instrumental part of becoming the person, the mother and the wife I am today.
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