Happy International Women's Day! (and solar flare day and full moon day)

    Happy international women's day. Steve reminded me on facebook that it's also happy solar storm flare day and happy full moon day. Well, of course it is, he must know a woman or two. I'd like to know why it took fifty four years living as a woman for me to find out we have a day, an international day and it's been going on for one hundred years that had its start in 1909 and was celebrated on February 28 or the last Sunday of the month. In 1917, two million Russian soldiers were dead from war so the women decided to strike for bread and peace. Four days later the Czar was forced to abdicate and the provisional government granted women the right to vote. This story made history on February 23 on the Julian calendar then in use in Russia, but on March 8 on the Gregorian calendar in use elsewhere. This humbles me and I think of the quote that a woman is like a tea bag, she gets stronger in hot water. 

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    Woman is a strong word, oh yea, stronger than female. I was fourteen when my mother announced at the dinner table that I was no longer a girl but a woman. Horrors, in front of my dad's ears. Did he also know I had my first period in gym class during dodge ball that morning and now my body could produce babies! We didn't have a celebration or ritual ceremony like girls from the book "The Red Tent"  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Tent heck no, only a feeling that my body was dangerous in some way with future mood swings to come and will you pass the potatoes to your brother please. From then on girlfriends were my confidants with topics concerning sex and or pregnancies. We gambled with facts. 

   Dear sister friends I say we are like the moon, waxing and waning. We have bursts of energy that leave us emotionally charged and when we unite for the good of all, our vision will heal our world. Your smiles bring gifts of peace to others, our curves keep it easy for children to hold us, the tears we hide and the tears we show will keep us faithful to the greater outcome. When Betty Eddie died and went to Heaven, she asked the guides what the lights were that were shooting to Heaven and why were some bigger than others?They said those were the prayers and the biggest ones were from mothers which they answered first. http://embracedbythelight.com/ Can you imagine a more perfect setup? So is that the trick we need as simple as it seems, continuous prayers for our children which in turn protects them, making them better men and women? This is a circle and I like it! Happy all of the above.