International Women’s Day: End Violence Against Women

“Remember the dignity of your womanhood. Do not appeal, do not beg, do not grovel. Take courage, join hands, stand beside us, fight with us.” Christabel Pankhurst

International Women’s Day: End Violence Against Women

International Women’s Day: End Violence Against Women via IWD.com

UN Women Executive Director Michelle Bachelet – discrimination and violence against women and girls have no place in the 21st century.

16 Steps to end violence against Women - UNO
Invest-in gender equality and women’s empowerment
Enhance women’s economic empowerment
Increase public awareness and social mobilization
Engage the mass media
Work for and with young people as champions of change
Mobilize men and boys (1-6) Contd Below

Today is International Women’s Day, 8 March 2013, and the United Nations theme for this year is: “A promise is a promise: Time for action to end violence against women.” The goal of this year’s theme is to encourage communities globally to stand firm and put an end to violence against women. Even with all the progress women enjoy, acts of violence against women remain a stumbling block in our fight for equality. According to the UN, 603 million women live in nations that have not criminalized domestic violence. About 70% of women, globally, have experienced physical or sexual violence.

“My campaign, UNiTE to End Violence against Women, is playing its part in spreading the message: violence against women and girls is a gross human rights violation that must be punished.” United Nations Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon

International Women’s Day: End Violence Against Women

International Women’s Day: End Violence Against Women via IWD.com

Toms Stories : Dr Salma


International Women’s Day 2013 Google Doodle [HQ]

16 Steps to end violence against Women – UNO
Donate to the UN Trust Fund to end violence against women.
Provide adequate public resources
Train providers of frontline services
Ensure universal access to critical services
End impunity towards conflict related sexual violence(7-11) Contd Below

This year’s focus on ending all forms of violent acts against women is an important theme because it encourages all of us to pay attention to the women around us and take collective action to end it. To help spur us on to action, the UN has offered 16 actionable steps to end violence against women. If we are able to act on a few steps at a time, it would make a huge difference in the lives of abused women. I divided the steps into 3 segments and put them in block quotes  above and below. Please read them and choose which ones you’d like to share with your friends, family and community. More below!

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Writing Challenge: Happy As A Clam At High Tide…

Happiness held is the seed; happiness shared is the flower.” John Harrigan

Writing Challenge: Happy As A Clam At High Tide... Happy man

Writing Challenge: Happy As A Clam At High Tide… Happy man

Have you ever seen a happy clam at high tide? Seriously, have you looked at any clams lately? If not, I can assure you they don’t look ecstatic. As I was putting this post together, I realized I had no idea about the origin of the popular, oft abbreviated  saying; “Happy as a Clam.” A little digging produced an explanation: Clams are harder to catch at high-tide. To live is to be happy.

My uncle Jaja was always upbeat and full of life; even at 65  he stayed active and interested in life. He was a farmer and palm wine tapper who made friends easily. Whenever he left the village to visit his two grown sons in the big city, it seemed like a set of megawatt bulbs had burned out. Invariably, he would return and regale us with stories of the people he met in the city. He liked to call them “Characters.”  Two stories came to mind for this exercise, and I’ll let the late Uncle Jaja speak for himself.

Uncle Jaja: Thank you my child! So, Last Easter when I went to the city, my sons and their wives fed me well. The food was so good, I had to take a stroll to the bar beach to work it off. As I walked on the beach, I noticed a very old man, with a basket of clams, hawking his wares while laughing and chatting with people walking by. He had a few teeth, wrinkly weathered skin, and grey hair, but with an ancient warrior’s gait.  His eye caught mine and he called me over.  I’m always happy to make a new friend so I went. After saying a traditional greeting, I called him Uncle.

“No, no man, call me Tabu!  You hear me!? Anyway what brings you here?” he shouted as he shook my hand.  ” The children.” I said.  “Good. Buy them some clams!”  He replied. Then he started laughing and cracking dirty jokes. I can’t even tell you.  He was full of life and knew a lot about seafood. We had a great chat and after some time,  he persuaded me to busy a few. I did and saying goodbye, headed back to my son, Oge’s, house.

Writing Challenge: Happy As A Clam At High Tide... Happy clams?

Writing Challenge: Happy As A Clam At High Tide… Happy clams?

Next day, I went to bar beach again and there he was, old man Tabu, carrying his basket of clams and dancing and laughing. This time I was curious to find out more. I went over, greeted him warmly and asked,  “Uncle Tabu, you look so happy today. What’s your secret? “  He burst out laughing, even bending over to catch his breath.  “Me?, he said, “I’m a happy man. I smoke  five packs of cigarettes daily, drink 3 cases of whiskey and palm wine every week, eat meat 3 times a day and I don’t waste time with exercise. Instead, I hang out at the beach and make new friends like you! “

I was shocked! I’m 65 and can’t eat like that… How could this old man consume all that and still be standing?  Unbelievable! I had to ask Uncle how he does it and advice him…   I followed him to  the edge of the water where he stood rinsing out a metal teacup.  Tabu looked at me and said nothing.  He seemed subdued, even a little reflective.

I pulled myself together and in a bold voice, said, “Uncle, why the mission to self-destruction? I’m 65 and hope to see more grand children. I’m sure you already have a few.”   Uncle smiled  and said nothing.  So, I continued, “By the way, how old are you? I want to remember to be this happy when I’m older.” He looked at me and laughed. “No, I’m serious Uncle, please.” I said.  Uncle Tabu looked me in the eye and said, ” Man,  I’m twenty-six!”   I was flabbergasted, but you know what? We can’t speculate without having all the facts … and he was living his version of happy. -UJ.  Was he? More below

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Reflections: The Holy Longing…

“If each of us sweeps in front of our own steps, the whole world will be clean.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Reflections: The Holy Longing... Candela

Reflections: The Holy Longing… Candela

The Holy Longing by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Tell a wise person or else keep silent
for those who do not understand
will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive
what longs to be burned to death.

In the calm waters of the love nights
where you were begotten, where you have begotten
a strange feeling creeps over you
as you watch the silent candle burning.

Now you are no longer caught
in the obsession with darkness
and a desire for higher lovemaking
sweeps you upwards. Translated by Robert Bly and David Whyte
via satyana.org

When barriers arise before you and it seems all is lost, take heart and remember the longing and a divine redemption. Walking through the fire to heal and grow again hurts but, only good can come of it. Those who bear false witness have spoken. They forget there is a higher power… A tree doesn’t stop growing because some throw garbage at it. It grows because others send love to it. It grows because it must.
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

“It’s the little details that are vital. Little things make big things happen.” John Wooden

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Frankly, I find some of the challenges more difficult than others. Perhaps I over think it, don’t get it, resist it, fight it, or dog-ate-my-paper-it = make excuses for lingering over it. Maybe I get lost in the details because of the perennial student that lives in me. You know, the eternal student who dreams about running to a test in all 15 or so versions we’ve heard. But, I do meditate over them and ask for guidance to help me learn from the challenges. So this one is about the little things we miss or might miss in the big picture. The tangled branches above serve as a rest stop and hangout for the birds in our yard. I leave bits of bread on the balcony rail and they help themselves. That little Blue Jay is a regular. Even in our own tangled lives, there is always hope, always helping hands… a way out.

“I want to know all Gods thoughts; all the rest are just details.” Albert Einstein

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Yes Einstein, I agree but God is in the details too. Lately, I’ve been challenged and it’s the small gestures that have shored me up and kept hope alive. This blogging community has been a blessing and I thank you all. It’s easy to write great testimonials about profound changes and miracles that happened in our lives, but it is the daily miracles that keep us alive. The shots of the installation above were taken at Storm King. The huge black piece is by Chakaia Booker and is called Foci; the center of activity that interests us… It is made of tires and steel and while it looms over the terrain in a scary way, up close it has softness in the shredded tires. That softness is in us too. More below

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Black History Month: Eunique Jones Divine Transformations – Kids As Historic Icons

“We should emphasize not Negro History, but the Negro in history. What we need is not a history of selected races or nations, but the history of the world void of national bias, race hate, and religious prejudice.” Carter G. Woodson

Black History Month: Eunique Jones Transforms Children Into Historic Icons

Black History Month: Eunique Jones Divine Transformations – Kids As Historic Icons

Eunique Jones Divine Transformations - Kids As Historic Icons

Black History Month: Eunique Jones Divine Transformations – Kids As Historic Icons

Harriet Tubman                                              Carter G. Woodson
Madame C.J. Walker                                      George Washington Carver

Every year, during the month of February, we celebrate Black History Month(BHM) by showcasing the accomplishments and contributions of historic figures in the African American community. This year, I came across a brilliant photography project/campaign that has created a lot of media buzz online and off. I was so impressed by the original, creative approach to celebrating BHM that I reached out to the campaign creator, Eunique Jones, on Facebook and asked permission to share some of her photos with you. I’m grateful that she agreed as this is the perfect wrap up to a month of celebrations and recognitions; a month that I was thinking flew by so fast.

“Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome while trying to succeed.” Booker T. Washington

Eunique Jones Divine Transformations - Kids As Historic Icons

Black History Month: Eunique Jones Divine Transformations – Kids As Historic Icons

Rosa Parks                                                       Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr
Frederick Douglass                                         Mary McLeod Bethune

Eunique Jones Divine Transformations - Kids As Historic Icons

Black History Month: Eunique Jones Divine Transformations – Kids As Historic Icons

Angela Davis                                                   Dr. Ben Carson
Run-D.M.C.                                                     Josephine Baker

In honor of BHM, Eunique Jones, a talented Photographer, blogger, and happily married mom, decided to launch a fabulous campaign “Because of Them, We Can.” Each day in February, she has released a new photo featuring one of the divine nine kids she selected for the project.  Each black child is cast as either a historical or contemporary black icon who helped pave the way for the rest of us. Because of these icons, we can believe in our ability to accomplish our dreams. because of them, we can freely choose what we want to be. I was fascinated by Eunique’s original idea and by her careful selection of kids and quotes for the icons represented in her campaign. I knew her remarkable work had to be shared, enjoyed and exposed to more people. Eunique has generously created posters of all the photos featured, and they can be ordered at Becauseofthemwecan.com Use the code: FREESHIP at checkout for free shipping! More Below!

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Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

“Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream.”  Nathaniel Hawthorne

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

Synopsis: A young museum curator lapses into a coma after a horrific accident. 100 years later, Maya wakes up to a changed world – Dystopia. Dystopia is a world characterized by human carnage, oppression, squalor, disease, mounting misery, water shortages and overcrowding.  A meteor crash in 2101 decimated the earth and unleashed 7 demons who battle for control of the continents. Earth is now dominated and ruled by the seven deadly sins embodied in the giant demons; each demon is the manifested form of one of the deadly sins. Maya has been assigned to Group Pride ruled by Lucifer and must learn to find her way in a new world order.

Each of us arrived on earth by agreement. We also agreed to a departure time, which, as earthly time goes, is short…  But, from time to time,  a few souls fall through the gap, straddling two worlds; the earthly world, and the spirit world which is separated from earth by a thin veil.  Behind the thin, opaque veil, effused with shimmering crystal light, is  the realm of divine spirit; some would reference it as the ancestral abode or the doorstep to heaven.

On January 12, 2013, Maya Stroll, 35, museum curator, tall, pretty with emerald colored eyes and long, jet black hair, and of Mediterranean extraction, stepped out the front door of her Park slope brownstone.  It was a cold, gray, dreary day; perfect for staying indoors unless one had no choice in the matter. Distracted by the loud noise of the construction site across the street, Maya didn’t see the black sedan, a gypsy cab, hurtling in her direction. “Those bastards never take a day off; they must be running a racket!” she muttered under her breath as she stepped off the curb, eager to get to her beige mini cooper across the street and head for work.  Seconds before the gypsy cab hit her, Maya looked up, braced herself, “Oh God!”

The gypsy cab driver, Salim Hayes, lost control of his car when the brakes failed and watched in horror as the 2.25 ton car slammed into Maya.  Salim remembered the look of sickened horror on her face as the impact of 4,500Ibs of metal against flesh ripped a huge gash in her left thigh, snapped her left fibula in half and tossed her 50 feet in the air before flinging her like a rag doll against the concrete wall of the construction site where part of her scalp was torn off. The cab slammed into two parked cars before coming to rest halfway up the hood of a minivan; leaving a trail of glass and twisted metal everywhere.  Salim passed out. Maya lost consciousness.

“Because power corrupts, society’s demands for moral authority and character increase as the importance of the position increases.”  John Adams

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

“Oh my God, Oh God! Call 911” someone yelled.  A few site crew members ran to check on Salim. Fortunately, he had a concussion and some bruises but would recover.  The site foreman and another worker, a structural engineer, grabbed a hand towel and a jacket and ran to assist Maya. They covered Maya’s bleeding leg with her fibula bones exposed. “She’s dead.” The foreman said solemnly as the distant sirens drew closer and closer. The first ambulance stopped right in front of Maya’s home and the first responders jumped into action.

“Come, come, she’s over here!”  The engineer shouted.  The responder moved quickly to help Maya.  Minutes later, a second Ambulance arrived to help Salim. On the way to St Bart’s Hospital, Maya went into cardiac arrest twice. The doctors did everything to save her. Maya soon lapsed into a coma leaving behind a chaotic world in deep economic recession, wars raging, food and water shortages, and growing concerns about the environment.

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

100 Years Hence: Cut to Dystopia

100 years later, it’s 2113, Maya stirs, slowly coming out of her coma. Attached to tubes and machines, she tries to move an arm but can’t. The machines come to life printing data and announcing, seemingly to no one in particular, Pride- Maya SSS754449 is awake. Pride- Maya SSS754449 is awake. Soon, her room is teeming with medical staff checking her vitals and gathering more data. Maya is identified as Pride- Maya SSS754449 for a reason. She is in Deadly Sins Dystopia; specifically in Lucifer’s territory.

After the last meteor attack on earth in 2101, seven giant demons rose from the dust, each representing one of the seven deadly sins. They battled each other for territories and, soon, divvied up the earth into seven barren hellholes, dominating all remaining life forms. The Seven Deadly sins and corresponding giant demons are:  Lucifer: pride,  Mammon: greed , Asmodeus: lust,  Leviathan: envy, Beelzebub: gluttony, Amon: wrath  and Belphegor: sloth.

Over the next twelve weeks, Maya comes in and out of consciousness. She is monitored and encouraged to respond to music, words, and touch.  Speech and physical therapists are on board.  Specialists run tests and stop by to update her chart. At first, she is confused, unable to say more than one word. The  bright fluorescent lights burn her eyes and the face of medical staff are unfamiliar, but something within drives her; an inner resolve goads her on. Her recovery is gradual, slow, as is expected with her type of injury.  In week 12, as Maya opens and closes her eyes, she notices how brightly lit her room is, and how grey and wet it looks outside her window. For a moment, she wonders, “Where am I? What’s going on?” Then Maya remembers she’s in a hospital; her treatment and therapy are going well. More below!

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Inspiration: Happily In Service…

“In everything I showed you that by working hard in this manner you must help the weak and remember the words of the Lord Jesus, that He Himself said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.”  Acts 20:35

Inspiration: Happily In Service…

Inspiration: Happily In Service…

Recently, I connected with a group of bloggers committed to addressing issues of poverty in a compassionate way. Each month, a topic is shared  to write on and contemplate. This month, the topic is about Service and the questions: Which bible verse guides you to serve others? What led you to become a Compassion Blogger?

I grew up a Catholic home and from an early age, I was made aware, first by my parents and then by the nuns in school, that service to others and the sharing of alms were an important part of being a Christian.  My parents were always participating in fund raisers and giving donations to help distant relatives and other people in need. I remember that we often had guests at home who came specifically to thank my dad for helping them in some fashion. They thanked him profusely, singing praises in his name and showering us with blessings. So the idea of service was inculcated in me quite early and remains a vital part of my life. I remain happily in service to the groups I support by regularly volunteering time and skills.

“Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God’s grace in its various forms.” 1 Peter 4:10

Inspiration: Happily In Service… Compassion bloggers serving in Tanzania

Inspiration: Happily In Service… Compassion bloggers serving in Tanzania

My family came from a culture that believed in the value of helping extended family members and sharing our largess with gratitude. It also meant tithing at church and volunteering. The nuns at school were always saying “It is more blessed to give than to receive,” and in time, it became a favorite verse of mine. The other verses I’ve shared here resonated with me because they are reminders that we all have gifts and skills that we can use to help uplift others.

In school and in catechism, we learned that charity and service were requirements for being a good person of faith, and we read stories that reinforced the message.  Our daily prayers included portions on serving the poor, and when possible, The Story of the Good Samaritan was read and explained over and over again. Looking back on the experiences of my childhood, it makes sense that being a compassionate blogger would appeal to me.

One major event in my life that solidified the importance of service for me was the civil war. The war forced us to flee the city and appreciate the time spent in my father’s village during the Nigeria-Biafra war. Dad’s village was deep in the interior part of the countryside and this meant that many displaced families ended up there. It was their last stop as refugees and, by the time they reached us, most were destitute and quite distraught. Because the wartime struggles affected many families, everyone had to learn to share limited resources.  Being able to serve gave us a sense of purpose and people readily shared their crops and their homes. Being hospitable to the refugees around us led to life long friendships that continued long after the war ended. More below!

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