My ears are quite certain that many of my neighbors were thrilled with the weather which improved enough to make fireworks possible for the actual 4th of July.
I am somewhat less thrilled. It’s an old trauma kind of thing for me.
Instead, I’ve been claiming my Independence – my vision of the future – with paint! (Also, cleaning closets. Meaningful, but decidedly less fun!)
I won’t dump all my disappointments and fears and buckets of fury on you. Instead, I am inspired to share something I wrote several years ago. It’s not all sparkly and full of watermelon. Instead, it’s a promise. A claim of my hopes for the future… preferably starting (again) NOW! And I could really use your help!
You see, my right wrist and thumb hurt more than usual tonight and we’re going to have to go with basics in terms of design here. Imagine, please, all this with with a fun, kid-friendly font and the shadow of a tree behind the words. You can decide! Oh… imagine that every time you see the letter “o” it looks like a heart!
The Grandmothers’ Manifesta
We are the Grandmothers.
We are in charge of Hope. We are not done!
We are becoming dangerous old women.
We hold those we love under our danger like a
Tree of Life with bountiful branches.
We have spent our lives learning many things.
Some of those things were helpful.
Some of them were not.
We will KEEP living the empowering things.
We will say goodbye to the things
that were hurtful, so they are not passed on.
We matter more in this moment
than EVER before.
We are significant. We are capable.
We have influence in the lives
of those we love and in the world.
Using all our hope and wisdom,
we will share these things
with all the generations who come after us.
We are DREAMERS of dreams,
TELLERS of stories,
and MAKERS of images.
We see our littles as souls bright with wonder.
We are the Grandmothers and we welcome all those
who wish to be here.
Today, we choose to matter in the world.
It may be hard,
but we are in charge of Hope!
Sue Boardman ®
ps… if you have dreams, stories, images – even puppies or dance moves – you’re longing to share with the world, let’s talk! 45 min. My gift. I’ll bring my magic medicine basket with some cool new tools. You bring a cuppa, something to write on & with, a Red Thread if it’s handy, and a smidge of courage. We’ll name your next right thing and muse a bit about what it could look like to work together. Just click here and the calendar elves will find us some time. Hurry, though! The calendar is filling up! (In case you’re curious, my book-in-progress is something over 8,000 words in!)
