Synchronicity

I notice that this is my 100th post and I start to think about
what to blog, what to say to mark the occasion. It's not a huge number but it signifies something to me; something about confidence, having a voice, feeling real and big and unique.

I think about the number 100. I remember a time I spent every day listening very hard to a song called "100 years" by Five for Fighting. I remember that I listened to that song because I felt that it said something important about life and time, and that I had wanted to say these things to my nephew who had recently committed suicide. I think about how if I could have that child back, I would cocoon him. I would hold him tightly and make him feel fearless. I would save him.

I realise that I am wishing for something that is impossible. I accept that my love and my fierce grasp could absolutely not have saved him. I sit and listen and feel sad. I know that feeling sad is okay.

I Won!

I actually won something! That never happens to me. I won two tickets to see the Indigo Girls in Manchester in February. I am so excited that I almost can't breathe. I hope I live til Feb.! I have every Indigo Girls song ever in my collection; I totally love them. Are you envious?

Happy Monday!

Forget what you know about the police and homeland security for just a moment, and enjoy the fact that this woman made it all the way to the top of her chosen (and notoriously male-dominated) career..after having a baby at fifteen and dropping out of high school. I salute her.*

And while you're in DC, take a trip to this delightful museum and library. Apparently, it is America's first feminist library...

And then, just because I love this song, have some Melissa! Have a wonderful week, women!



*You understand that while I applaud her amazing achievement, I'm not actually raising my hand to my brow...