What kind of Woman are you?

chillin in hawaii w/angela, 2011

Do you wear rollers & slippers to the

grocery store

do you smoke cigarettes

do yoga

drink beer

or wine?

Do you believe in

the power of love or

eat the fast food of

hate

that permeates?

Do you have the courage

to say no to that?

Do you shine

when others

shine

or get suicidal when

the attention

ain't

on you?

are you beautiful

only if others

are ugly

or can all

reside in your heart?

Do you fill the hole

in your soul

through

cash register

rings

or have you committed

to a little shopping there

and some self-confrontation here?

Do you seek the validation

of a man's gaze

Is it easy for you

to help others

or do you shrug

them off & blame

them for thier own

predicament, you know,

she made her own bed...

does womanhood

look one way to you

or have you accepted the

multitude of

possibilities

inherent in the word?

from inventing computer programs

to washing the baby's/cat vomit

off the couch?

Is there room for

high heels

bare feet

sneakers

sandals

jeans

slacks

skirts

shorts

wild hair

tame hair

bright colors

shy colors

children

pets

husbands, stay at home moms

career moms

lovers...

what kind of woman are you?

Do you humbly bow

your head each morning

as your feet touches the floor

and thank the universe/god/goddess or

whomever you give credit to for all of this

for your health

your friends

your family

your food

your roof

In short,

are you the kind of woman

who has realized

how blessed you are?

Still trying to get the hang of this blog thing. Lots have happened since when last I've written. My brother-in-law passed away, which meant that I travelled to the U.S. for the first time in almost 2 years. I visited my sister, and despite the circumstances, we managed to have a very good, healing time. She lives in PA and there was lots of snow and deer. My sister and I had never spent that much time together before (outside our childhood) so it was amazing. I discovered that not only is she an amazing person, incredibly talented, but I really feel like I got a friend...

This trip made me realize that I am ok with living in Denmark. It's always been a bit difficult for me to accept that I live here. I miss New York and it's diversity. I've resisted for years (I've been here for seven years) the idea that I was here to stay. But my gorgeous son is 6 and he is half-danish and so I have commited myself to the idea that he will be raised here. It was not an easy decision to make. But I've made it!

So now I'm studying Danish and hoping to pass this super hard test in a few months. Wish me luck. This is the first time in my life that I feel really clear though. So maybe that will help.

OK...enough for now...Keep Good allaya!