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Friday, May 09, 2003

 
Tonight is a strange kind of state for me, to uptight to relax, to tired to care about trying to regroup. It is a bit chilly and raining, of course that is traditional on the opening of fishing season. I always thought it was odd that they would have the fishing opener on Mothers Day. It seems like I could drum up a story idea out of that cundundrum, fishing, or mother? Who will win? Wait, Wait! Okay, Happy Moms day-I got you this wonderful trip out on the lake for your celebration..."

I am going to spend this weekend working on my papers that are part of my finals. I have been keeping notes for myself, just mulling over the approach I want to take. My family will be here tomorrow night, to spend the night and MD with me. We had intended to spread the dirt that was delivered this morning for the garden and putter at planting. We probably will have to settle for making mudpies though, the weather forcast is for rain all weekend. My mom is in Virginia so I will not see her, but I know she is happily visiting with my brother and his wife.

I am glad to be reaching the end of the school year. I know that I didn't do as well as I am capable of, but I did as well as I was capable of doing at this time. The things that I have learned and valued the most about my education have almost nothing to do with the usual measures of an education. For me it has been all about the journey, the things I have encountered, how I internalize my experiances and most of all it has been about the friendships I have made along the way. My world and my heart have both expanded. In a matter of days I will be saying goodbye to some of these friends, many I will not see again. I wish them well and will remember them always.










Wednesday, May 07, 2003

 
Today was the last day of actual classes for the semester. Happy, happy, joy,joy, we have survived thus far.

I spent the day working on assorted projects for presentations in lieu of final exams over the next two weeks. It feels so good when you can look back to where you started and can see that progress has been made. One area that I intend to work on after school however, is the technical aspects of running this blog. This is what I envision for this site:

I want this to be a welcoming space, informal yet comforting. I want the women who participate in this Femina Mosaic to feel that they have a voice, a writing space or a forumn to speak of the things that are important to them. This is not unlike visiting at someone's kitchen table, as such, politeness and courtesy to the other participants is required. This is not up for debate.








 
I just wanted to say Good Morning to all of you! I went to bed last night, still thinking of Stacey's question. I thought of the different women throughout my life that I thought of as beautiful and why I thought they were. Happily, this morning I noticed that one of my favorite beautiful women has been lurking and listening till she found her moment to shout out! Oh what a Babe;-) Another piece of the mosaic for your consideration Phenomenal Women Quilt

 
I have been thinking about your question and I am still not sure how I want to respond. There are so many ways of interpreting your question.

My 2 cents worth is this-the older I get, the more I like myself. The more I like myself, the less I care about respect from others as validation as much as self respect. My body ages (and not well) but my spirit becomes more alive, more me, as the physical aging process accelerates. Still, it is a shock when my body betrays me, when the physical me doesn't cooperate with the spiritual me.

I have been married for almost twenty years. Those years have wrought many changes to our relationship and certainly to our bodies. Time and chance has left it's mark on us, but in my husbands arms I have always felt beautiful. The old saying that "love is blind" is I think somewhat misunderstood. I think that it is "loves see's all things and accepts them as they are."

In the eye of the beholder

Does this help?










Sunday, May 04, 2003

 
I'm hoping to get some input from you women who are more experienced at life than I. Does dealing with self & body image become easier as you mature?
I'll elaborate after I get some responses.

I hope you all know you are loved by someone this evening.


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