Written 8th March 2019
March is a fantastic month.
In addition to being my birthday month, it is Women’s History Month and features International Women’s Day, one of my absolute favourite commemorative days of the year.
I like to have a personal thought, a personal theme for each year.
This year consisted of my reflections on my maternal line.
Enjoy.
HOMAGE TO MY MATERNAL LINE
Celebrating Womanity must be a life ethic.
And yet I am grateful to take this day and pause.
To marvel, to afford my Maker applause.
On the spectacular job He did when He created
Woman.
Strong, decisive, powerful, wise, unafraid, vulnerable, unashamed, fearless, relentless in the pursuit of passion and purpose in this life.
To the gangsta MVP who raised me.
And the Blossoming Oak whose bloodline I continue.
Continuously blossoming because of legacy, a person never dies.
I honour my maternal line.
Strong women, generations upon generations strong.
Women, phenomenally.
Women without whom I would not be me.
I come from women who are glue in their families. Pillars in their communities. Oak-like matriarchs feeding their surrounding environments and beyond.
I come from women who as trees, expending life, make people around them breathe a bit easier.
I come from women who emulate flowers, as when crushed they still enhance their surroundings with the greatest perfume.
I come from women who like a Phoenix rise from the ashes anew.
I come from women who have minds of their own. Who walk powerfully when unified with others, but aren’t afraid to stand alone.
I stand as an example among my peers. But when you see me truly you look back years upon years upon years.
Women, phenomenally.
Happy International Women’s Day.
Left: My maternal grandmother, of blessed memory.
Right: Her youngest child, my mother.
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