To my girls; Natalie and Liberty,
and to all the little girls and boys…
Just don’t quit dancing!
Oh, we women are much more valuable than we ever give ourselves credit for. We are strong, resilient and brave beyond belief. The things that make us falter are hunger, anger, loneliness and being just plain tired…not to mention other people’s emotions (OPE), which is a huge one, since many women are empaths. The blessing and the curse of being a sensitive human with our own emotions.
But we must remember, that without us, there would be no nations, no men, no children. Our vaginas hold the key to life; birth being grandest of miracles. How friggin’ phenomenal are we!!
Because of that and many more marvelous traits, we need to step UP, take the world back!! Bring back the notion of love and nurturing one another. I don’t mean be a servant or slave, even to your partner, I’m talking about the simple act of caring for a fellow human being, animal, life in general. We have lost the softer side. Embracing the feminine is not a bad thing…it is yin and yang.
Is that ever a bad thing??
you said you’d never teach anyone
to cook again or spit poetry
you said the student out learns
each generation grander
expectations higher than the one before it
but i beg you to continue
to be my teacher
you add grandeur to my level life
inject wisdom into stagnant veins
you are my leader
feeder of my hopes and dreams
handing over the reigns when i am ready
you steady my breathing
steady my beating heart
you are the sea breeze under limp sails
you are the nail that holds my vision
neatly framed and matted
so please don’t stop teaching
i need you
I need to learn the lessons
so we can lead another generation to greatness
you are the sweetness
in the spring air
(for Maude Ena Headlam, aka Mummy, my teacher)
©Linda Neckel White
I think by now, it’s widespread knowledge that laughter is truly a miracle tonic, with euphoric affects. Take a second or ten and read up on some of the benefits of laughter here.
Anyone that knows me, knows I love to laugh, and cut up, and act the fool. I often wonder why I didn’t give standup comedy a try. Still might. My thoughts go all over the place, zany stuff that shocks even me at times. I’m always cracking myself up. Maybe that’s why I don’t mind my own company. I find myself quite amusing.
So what kind of things tickle your fancy? What makes you grasp your side from laughter? What makes your cheeks hurt from the smiles that can’t be contained?
We need to remain childlike, find the wonderment with the world we once had and laugh from the belly when it tickles our fancy. The benefits far out way the risks…I promise.
here’s to all the lonely days
when memory’s footsteps echo loudly
in the hollow cavity that once housed my heart
ah, the quietude, illusive at times, always divine
I savor those lonely days
so here’s to you, sweet silence you
sweet, sweet solitude
why must you try so hard to elude
©Linda Neckel White
Learn to love the elders, learn to listen to their stories. There’s a youthful exuberance when they reminisce, a gleam in their eyes, a smile on their lips.
I listen, I mean really listen, and ask questions, unexpected questions and watch them blossom and bloom. It’s amazing what a little watering and sun will do.
I love the elderly, I reverence their history. I say we sage, not age, each gaining unique knowledge and perspective. I like to tap that fountain, encourage them to share their wisdom in hopes that I am enlightened from some newly heard confession that heightens passion and stimulates the muse.
In that way, we share a rarity, we share life sustaining energy, to carry us both through yet another day.
So today, hug an elder…the tree and the human being.
(Excerpt from if I could)~If I could, I would fill each day, in each life, with the Spirit. You know the Spirit I’m talking about…That Spirit our earthly vocabulary has no words to describe. The kind that quickens your heart, right from the very start. The Spirit that stirs down deep inside your very core and spews out like molten lava. The kind that causes every hair on the surface of your body to stand at attention!! You know the Spirit I’m talkin’ about…the kind that makes you smile that smile you smile. Yah…The kind of Spirit that makes you hum when there is no music, just the rhythm of your own sweet soul. Yahhh…you know what I’m talkin’ about.
©linda neckel white
I’m apparently a peninsula kind of girl, since I’m from Michigan and I now live in Florida.
This time of year, when the humidity starts to finally back off a few percentages, the coolness of the air on the skin is a welcome relief. ~~>follow me if you know, too~~>
its movement is far from intentional
as if in denial of the spiral
the downward force
that fastens us to the source ~~>follow the autumn breeze~~>