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March 2011 Archives

The Vernal Equinox: Hatching the World Egg

posted by Donna Henes

If the Winter Solstice signals the birth of the sun, then the Spring Equinox exclaims the birth of the Earth — the resurrection of nature from the dark death of winter. The life, which has stayed hidden, in exile or […]

The Nation’s First Mother

posted by Donna Henes

During the last presidential election campaign, we heard scant little about the woman who gave birth to and raised President Barak Obama. This is a shame, as she was an extraordinary woman, who rose from a simple past to achieve […]

Shero Queen of Afghanistan

posted by Donna Henes

Benazir Hotaki’s lifelong work began when she was appointed as a teacher at the Malalai School in Afghanistan. She also served as the headmistress and principle of several schools in Kabul. During her career as an educator, she was awarded […]

Shero Queen of Compassion

posted by Donna Henes

 Miep Gies, the woman who sheltered the Frank family and saved Anne’s diary for posterity, was born Hermine Santruschitz in Vienna to Christian parents in 1909. In 1920 she moved to Leiden to escape food shortages and was raised by […]

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Creating a Sacred Space
I have grown to love winter. It is a time of being home and laying low. A time of making soup and catching up on my ironing. A time of long, indulgent hot baths and slow starting mornings in bed with a cup of tea and a good book. The more conscious and respectful we become of the abiding presence

posted 6:00:44am Mar. 04, 2015 | read full post »

House Cleaning From the Inside Out
Our messy thinking and sloppy habits come more easily into focus when our surroundings are tidy and beautiful and filled with only what is meaningful, so that we can release them, as well. A thorough house cleaning, internal as well as external, is a fabulous way to delineate the purpose of our l

posted 6:00:28am Mar. 02, 2015 | read full post »

No Country for Old Women
by Mary Saracino Howling from the mountaintops wailing from the riverbanks scooping the moon into their waning wombs the old women know that lies kill, distortions maim, hope isn’t enough to feed starving babies, school the ignorant, put and end to war. Like Furies, the old ones rise,

posted 6:00:38am Feb. 27, 2015 | read full post »

Mad
I am mad. No, that doesn’t begin to describe it. I am pissed. I am angry. I am irate. I am incensed. I am enraged. I am livid. I am FURIOUS. “All men are created equal,” states the Declaration of Independence. From the very beginning, women were denied equality in this country. It has taken

posted 6:00:45am Feb. 25, 2015 | read full post »

Saving Mother Earth
A poem by Mary Saracino Mary Saracino is a novelist, poet and memoir-writer who lives in Denver , Colorado. This compassionate and articulate sister Queen calls herself Queen Mary Immaculata. A single day in April isn’t enough to honor our Mother, save the planet that is her body, rest

posted 6:00:13am Feb. 23, 2015 | read full post »


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