Care for One-Another



I thought it appropriate to start today with a poem that speaks of the ups and downs of our everyday lives.


It reminds us that as women, it takes courage to be happy. It takes courage to survive. It takes courage to get up each morning and do “what needs to be done.” We as women easily slip into “not being good enough” or “beating ourselves up” simply because we aren’t perfect.


For centuries, women have not been given their “due”. They were told they weren’t good enough! My book, “365 Days of Gutsy Women” is filled with women who weren’t “good enough” to be recognized or celebrated. (That’s why I wrote it!)


During the twentieth century, there were times the women’s movement inched forward. But now, in the 21st century, women face a world where it seems the clock has been turned backward. The “Me, Too” movement has brought awareness of sexual abuse in the workplace, but it cannot stop there.


No matter where on this vast planet you live, our sisterhood cannot escape sexism, misogyny, racism, and persecution. But you and I can make a difference as we take one day at a time, reaching out to be kind to a stranger or stop to comfort a crying child. Perhaps we donate food to a food bank, or accompany a friend to get vaccinated.


Women everywhere do little things that are really quite extraordinary! And while doing so, we must remember to do something for ourselves–whether it being taking a bubble-bath by candlelight, curling up with a good book, or journaling daily about our ups and downs.


We females can only be courageous and happy when we take the time to do some small thing for ourselves each day.



“What the Day Gives”


Suddenly, sun. Over my shoulder in the middle of gray November what I hoped to do comes back, asking.


Across the street the fiery trees hold onto their leaves, red and gold in the final months of this unfinished year, they offer blazing riddles.


In the frozen fields of my life there are no shortcuts to spring, but stories of great birds in migration carrying small ones on their backs, predators flying next to warblers they would, in a different season, eat.


Stunned by the astonishing mix in this uneasy world that plunges in a single day from despair to hope and back again, I commend my life to Ruskin’s difficult duty of delight, and to that most beautiful form of courage, to be happy.


by poet Jeanne Lohman

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