Woman, I hear You

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I hear you
I hear the tremors
of uncertainty stirring within you
i hear the terrors
that keep you up at night
i hear the lullabies
you sing to your restless children
long after their bedtime
I hear the spaces between
the beats of your aching heart
I also hear the spaces between
the beats of your twirling, dancing heart
I hear the echos of
all you have given to this world
I hear the squashing down
of your need and desire to receive
I hear the song that
escapes your lips when
you feel you need to be silent
I hear the whip of air as you
reach your arm out to your sisters
I hear the twist and squeeze
as you pull yourself in all the directions
I hear the questions
unasked and unanswered
I hear your hopes
for a new world order
I hear the sounds of the wild
as you lay yourself bare in the moonlight
I hear the time that is coming
I hear your power
I hear your readiness
I hear your love – TS

 

The Woman I Am

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if i look close enough
i’m at ocean’s bottom
hovering just above
a bed of rock and gem
unbound by the weight
of my own body
and all her secrets

for here, the little stones
speak to me in silence,
the vibrant lush ones
know songs I have
not yet learned,
transmuted into colors
my heart understands

and what if it is
not the deep seas
and I am still governed
by the laws of earth-
bound nature, and I
am no longer a mermaid,
but a woman who can
choose the light and free? – TS

Queendom of Heart

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In the land
that is my body
curves and contours
marked through time
rough and jagged here,
soft and receptive too,
wind their way
around the
corners and edges
of the globe of me,
carving spaces
for the breath
and the blood of
my identity
to find their
safe spots in
a haven where
stories are elixirs
under moon’s gaze,
forgiveness becomes
possible,
and where the
dance begins,
the whole of me
awakening, a vibrant
world dancing and
laughing and flowing
around the Queendom
of Heart. – TS

My Street Japan. Day 13.

My Street Japan. DAY 13. Tammy T. Stone

My Street Japan. DAY 13. Tammy T. Stone

Japan is an umbrella-loving country. Umbrellas for rain, umbrellas for sun, colourful umbrellas, custom-made umbrellas, you name it! One of my favorite films in the world is Jacques Demy’s The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (if you have not seen it, check it out!) so I always delight at seeing brightly coloured and designed umbrellas and knowing how much people delight in them.

For my part, I’m happy to report that a year ago, it was inconceivable for me to hold an umbrella while riding a bike, and now it’s far less of a problem (though I”m no means issue-free on this front, especially when it’s raining in torrents). You can also see women with devices fastened to their bikes that hold the umbrellas for them, though I’ve heard they’re now illegal and that police will be enforcing the ban more (I haven’t seen anything stopping the ladies with the bike holders yet, though!)

Today was a gloriously sunny day. The woman in the photo is protecting herself from the sun, and I didn’t notice until I downloaded the image into the computer that she’s reading a book! Of course, I’m very curious as to what she’s reading. More than anything, though, this photo makes me want to watch old Japanese movies from the sixties, and invites me into an exotic world I’ll never truly understand, but that I can easily romanticize.

We can all do with a little romanticizing every now and then – and by the way, The Umbrellas of Cherbourg will give you this pleasure ten times over!

Here’s a peek at this brilliant film:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZo5DGZwRmg