Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Dread as the absence there of

It has been made clear to me that heath concerns have left me frustrated with follow through, A sort of fear that makes one think ..."If this redraw test proves that the first positive is so then the  next step..." and thus the lab work set to stand by from May 16 till this morning.
This morning it is for me no longer to allow dread to own me. Dragging my heals not only effects me but others. My siblings need to also know to be checked if the findings are confirmed.
There is a possibility that if the positive result is reaffirmed in this draw and test that I may be facing Infusions of anti-bodies to help protect me from illnesses that could threaten my life. The infusions come with risk as well.
Anyhow I am home from the lab some 10 large and 2 medium viles later. A cereal bar and a good drink of water. Comes to me my pillow a bit to rest. It really took it out of me HAHAH



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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Delighting in being woman

A long time in the years of lessons. Moments of little age appropriate interjections on life and living.
It happens that My Dove has joined us powerful awesome women of courage and joy. She and I are delighting in that God so graciously answered our prayers that this celebration might wait until school was out for the summer. Just one and a half weeks ago it was. Last night with giddy joy she so excitedly became woman. An utter contrast to the terror I felt when I began the passage.

Oh how very very happy I am to see her pride and glory. She is full of joy awe and wonder. Not the common this child. She has a mother though that is not common. Beginning at age 3-5 she has been encouraged, taught (age appropriately) about the human anatomy and the wonders of life and the creation thereof. She is now HAPPY Delighted to become woman. Unashamed, unabashed, unafraid!

The attitude will be contagious if it is not a fire put under the old conceptions of inappropriate shame.
She will understand conception and the other things that she now must face in this wicked generation. She will have knowledge that will guard her is my greatest efforts to come. She will be a woman of honor and her beauty is a thing of treasure a sacred trust that she has as her own. All efforts to empower her with the best choices possible intentionally.  I do hope that in all and all she will choose wisely. This my daughter will rightly exchange the childhood days gradually as young adulthood will develop over time. This the beginning of a new exchange of old life for new.

She had to call her best friend, her Grandmother, her Aunt (my sister ) as well. We will do a celebration and she is so excited!  I will only be able to include those who will send her the message of joy. Non of this horror story dark old shame stuff. This ridiculous embarrassment so crippling to so many. The dignity of privacy and honor of self respect.    To delight however in this the beginning of a new part or passage of life.

Today it will be my efforts to somehow give her a celebration of passage. Unlike this tired old white (sorry) world and it's bemoaning of beauty in the creation called woman, it is my conviction that this my daughter will know these days as ones of honor and wonder beauty and the beginning of wisdom.
A sacred honor and trust.

It has been 1 month short of 13 years that my efforts now have successfully created a woman child with joy and pride at the delight of change. NOT the fear dread and inappropriate shame my generation and those generations before me shed over the girls . I have succeeded in the best efforts of my days. She is beautiful and life in it's wonder is not a frightening mystery unknown to her.

Teach your children well that they may live well. If they ever ask you why, just look at them and smile and tell them all the wonders. Give them all the answers or tools to gain them. It is the unknown that is so terribly frightening.  (age appropriate is the key) layer upon layer with always a thread throughout the lessons tying them together cord by cord. She now has a rope to the wonders that can give her a strong hold on knowledge when all around her peers are terrified. She has shared her understanding and knowledge with them. "your mom told you that?" they ask and then say "she is so cool, she really explained it". There was even the way that was made that I was one of three women that supported the 5th graders in the s** education class. No other parent came. Something as simple as elevating the fear by using a little liner if nervous of the day. Only using cold water to wash the spills. These little thing that crippling parental shame lets a child live terrified in a lack of understanding and knowledge.


My Daughter is become a woman unafraid! 
GLORY!!!!!!!!!!






Traditional Russian clothing


Russian clothingTraditional Russian clothing was designed to empathize Russian woman's inner dignity and emotional restraint. Russian costumes are not only beautiful, there are also convenient in wearing because they were created for work without restricting freedom of movement. Festive clothes and everyday clothes, married woman's and young girl's clothes differed only for details, decoration, color gamut. The variety of colors for traditional costume displays love for beauty and ethnic diversity. Red fabric cloth was considered to be the nattiest one, and, by the way, the Russian word "beautiful" comes from the word "krasny", the Russian for "red". Homemade canvas and wool clothes decorated with embroidery or woven pattern have been used most often for traditional peasant costumes. Embroidery came in different ornaments (rhombuses, crosses, herring-bones, stylized patterns of people and animals) performed in naturally painted threads. Red, blue, green, white, yellow - the color gamut was rich and various.
Despite the social and territorial differences traditional Russian clothes had one thing in common, they had to be put as a cape, from the head. Soft silhouette without any cuts emphasized Russian lady's light steps. Dress and sleeves were getting wider to the lap; the fabric was decorated with symmetric pattern, or with other golden or silvery-like fabrics, furs, and embroidery.
Patterned woman's headdress "kokoshnik", fine linen "rubashka" shirts, beautiful woman's dress "sarafan" with embroidery in brocade and silk, - all these are comfortable and nice clothes worn ages ago by Russian women.
In the Northern districts of the region the means of decoration were modest and laconic in keeping with the architecture of those places. In the Southern districts the ornaments were brighter and more colourful. Every tiny detail made its contribution to the whole ensemble. A waist-belt was an indispensable part of it. Headwears were divided into women's and girls ones. They are embroidered with gold and pearls and are of great value. They were everyday clothes and holiday garments.
Russian tradtional costume manifests folk art and conveys the spirit of the past and old bright culture of Russia.

Monday, June 7, 2010

The Storm Dancer Award



The Storm Dancer




Dance dance where ever you might be...
 
Tis' a gift to be simple tis' a gift to be free...tis' a gift to come down where we ought to be...
turn turn turn round 
until we come down right 
 
Learning how to dance is a process of stumbling sore toes and hurt feelings.
It is a chane to close your eyes and bump into walls when you get carried away.
How annoying are those walls. Always have a way of distraction right into embarrassment.
It is only in that laughter at ones self that the dance can continue until once again you find your eys closed and the walls looming again just knowing that the joy and beauty of the freedom found in the dance matters so much more than those walls.

Sometimes it takes a loving reminder that those walls really do not hurt as bad as the absence of dance.

Today we (kids and I) will surrender and listen to loud music and dance!


I just forgot about the dance floor and my dance card has been far to full of lists. 
I think for a while today I will erase all of the names above HIS and fill them in as 
Father
Father 
Father
 MY Friend...
Thank you Denise for the reminder


 
 

Older women likewise teach the younger women...

• how to love their husbands
• how to love their children
• how to be self-controlled
• how to be pure
• how to be keepers at home
• how to be kind and submissive (not subservient) to their own husbands. (See Titus 2:3-5)

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By Maya Angelou

'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ
That a man should have to seek Him first to find her.'

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean living,'
I'm whispering 'I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven.'

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.

When I say.. 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain...
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!

Words have power. Here are a few of my favorite sayings.

  • A warm cup of tea is like a cuddle with a friend.
  • The North American Indians have a more eloquent word for ‘friend’ than we do in English. In their language, the word for friend literally means, “the one who carries my sorrows on his back.”
  • Return with Honor
  • The sage anticipates things that are difficult while they are easy, and does things that would become great while they are small. All difficult things in the world are sure to arise from a previous state in which they were easy, and all great things from one in which they were small. Therefore the sage, while he never does what is great, is able on that account to accomplish the greatest things."
  • "HOME IS WHERE YOUR STORY BEGINS"
  • “Live so that when your children hear these words they think of you… Fairness Caring Integrity Honesty Love Trust.”
  • "O Lord help my words to be gracious and tender today, for tomarrow I may have to eat them."
  • "No man has ever been shot while doing the dishes"

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Amy has clicked her heals and flown to her real home. There is no place like home.

This was given to me for the third time in just a few weeks.

Zephaniah 3:17 NLT
"For the LORD your God has arrived to live among you. He is a mighty savior. He will rejoice over you with great gladness. With his love, he will calm all your fears. He will exult over you by singing a happy song."

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