To celebrate International Women's Day,
I have posted Maya Angelou's poem "Phenomenal Woman" over on the sidebar - and there's a new flower over there, too! Baby steps.
Not long ago, I received a gift from my little sister - a string of jet beads from which hangs a pendant called "Simple Joy." The pendant is hand-painted, kiln annealed fused glass - (so advises its creator, Lisa Orr.)
The necklace has become a symbol, for me, of my fear of exposing myself -- a lifelong problem, not one that arose in the last few weeks -- my tendency to reach out and feel the rain on my hand, then hurry back under my shell. This is a major problem for anyone who aspires to write. I know that there is nothing to fear in the rain, that it nourishes the ground on which I stand, and that -- when it comes right down to it -- the shelter I think I have is illusory. I am still naked, still visible under the bright umbrella.
The pendant also symbolizes, for me, my renewed effort to come out into the rain, however hesitantly. I've been wearing it a lot of the time, to remind myself that the woman holds the umbrella and has the power to raise or lower it at will.
My sister's pretty smart, eh?