A poem for my sons – Woman (Choka) – March 8, 2015


first light upon life’s dawn
first arms of comfort – first food
first to see your talents
first to know your longing and needs
she’s the font and well
first conscious and first guide

and growing you’ll find
another who will walk with you
know her talents well
enjoy her strength and power
combine your efforts
to walk this life proud and tall

growing remember
the two wings of life’s story
she and he unite
together you are equals
ready to walk free and brave

© G.s.k. ‘15


Today is International Woman’s Day.  There is actually so much to be written on this subject that it’s hard to choose just one aspect.  We know that women in many parts of the world do not even have the minimum respect due to a human being .. in other’ parts of the world, condensation towards woman is nauseating.

My gut feeling is that women are no better and certainly no worse than any man who walks this Earth.  The day that we understand that each sex has its particular aspects and talents which compliment each other will be a great day indeed.  The need to prevaricate about woman’s strength, to dominate her, to humiliate her –  in my mind is only a sign of the lack of self-confidence, the need to dominate at least someone and bad upbringing …

I believe that dear sisters, we, in this special age and in the privileged condition of our Western Culture in regards to human rights (believe it or not rather rare not only in our times but in all of human history) are free if we feel free. The main factor for creating harmony and understanding (education) among the sexes is in our hands … we are the mothers, the first guides and teachers,  who often spoil our sons giving them their direction in life.

Of course there are cultures that still see woman as a god-given chattel, a demon to corrupt men, a slave given to man for his usage … and it will take even more time to get to at least the minimum level of acceptance of woman’s talents and her right to exist in her own right in these cultures, there is no easy formula … no ABC’s to human understanding between the sexes … especially as it seems the world leaders have found no formula or ABC’s of how to live together on this planet without killing each other … Bastet

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