2016 has been an interesting year. For some, it has been an absolutely horrible year.
I’m finding it exceptionally difficult to get into the holiday spirit. There are just so many awful things happening around the world. While I won’t deny my son Christmas, I have decided to give more than usual this year, and to keep on giving every month in 2017.
If you are looking for ideas to put money where your morals are, I’ve dug through various organizations and found several that support things I am passionate about. If you’re looking for ways to support women and girls around the world, this list is worth checking out.
We are standing at the door leading to the next step in our evolution as humanity. Some of us have already stepped through to the other side. Some haven’t found the door yet. Others are ready to help and guide.
What is happening at Standing Rock is THE MOST IMPORTANT social cause in our lifetimes. It is a peaceful fight for life, water and our planet. It is a fight between peace, love, wisdom and greed and corporate interests. It is a fight for respect and true equality.
Standing Rock will define us. Standing Rock is where our collective future will be decided.
Of all the things occurring right now, and boy are there many, Standing Rock feels the most important. My gut keeps telling me this is it, this is where the future of humanity will be decided.
We are facing a major crisis – there are many but in actuality there is just this one. We are at a decisive point in history. Our actions will determine our future direction. Do we stay on the road we’ve been on, even though many of us clearly see we are headed for a cliff? Or do we change direction?
I’m currently bleeding. My period came three days early. I’m not sure why. But it has been fluctuating in length over the last few months. I’ve never been one of those women who were regular like a clock. Small things affect me.
Welcome to the On Series, a series of opinion posts from this one woman’s unique perspective. A new post every Friday.
I never fully realized how much judgment and criticism women must endure until I became a mother. Suddenly, a growing belly and then a child in my arms made others entitled to gift me with their opinions on many matters.
People aren’t generally used to women’s anger. At least not the glass shattering, lion roar stemming from years of hurt, deep wounds, fissures in the Earth. Women’s anger and rage are needed.
The feminine has been under attack for centuries, and the time has come for anger and rage. The Earth covered in storms of never before seen strength and power. The feminine is awakening. And the first order of business is rage.
Women bleed. Monthly. Or I should say many women usually bleed monthly, as there are always exceptions. But healthy women of a certain age bleed quite regularly.
I sometimes wonder what society as a whole makes of this, because we are so silent about it. Most people around us don’t know we are bleeding. We are usually taught early on to be discreet with our menstruation. That’s what all those pad and tampon ads are about with their blue blood. Blue blood! Women bleed red. Red!
So I’ve been writing stuff recently that doesn’t really fit here, but after some thinking I’ve decided that it’s my blog and I’ll do what I want. Therefore, I’ve decided to start a new series of posts that will just be my random thoughts on a topic (most likely not writing related). All the titles will start with On, so you’ll know what you’re getting yourself into. Welcome to the On Series, where I rant write about random stuff.
Let me begin with a confession: I am a lazy bum who most prefers sitting at home reading or writing and eating chocolate-covered peanuts. This is a sad truth about me that is somewhat no longer true. Deep in my heart I am still that person, but I spend hours every week going against my instinct and I can’t remember the last time I ate chocolate-covered anything.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re a liar and a traitor, Ula!