Impermanence and Grace


 

 

Panthera

 

Canopic Jar Tiye

 

 

 

 

 

 

Snow Leopardess

Meet The Silver Fox

 

 

 

 

 

The Snow Leopardess ~~ She be Faith, Fury & Fire

Agility, Strength and Resilience

Possessed of Fierce Fighting Skills ~~ A Feline Ninja Who Vanquishes both prey and foes

 

In Moon-time Epochs Long Gone She carried the seed of Moses delivering a future King to Solomon’s Abraham

 

Atlantic beach waves lapping a Goddess relaxes along the shore. Gray heads nod to grey heads. Sunrise on the Dnieper flows near.

Dipping into the Reviving ocean tides she relives girlhood glee encompassed within the sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Slipping into the Season of Sixty

When I was a young woman my Dad used to say that I had to get dressed up just to take the garbage out! LOL! Yes I was a real clothes horse for a long time. Cue in the Carly Simon song, “You’re so Vain.” Always keeping up appearances. Everything had to be just so. Especially after I entered my 50s and the gray hair that was once a small area began to take over my entire head.

Time and circumstance always has lessons for us. Finally earlier this year I stopped coloring my hair. I let it be all white. I seldom get pedicures anymore and as for manicures that was rare for me anyone. Stopped worrying about my uni-brow and my menopause mustache.

As I get closer to age 60, (Feb. 2019) my goal is to just stay healthy. I have nobody to impress. I’m not trying to win the Ms. America or Ms. Universe pageant. Freedom is not having to impress people especially men. I always wanted to look good for guys. But my dating days are long over with and my focus is on other more important goals.

60 is not the new 20! Body parts will go south. That tummy fat is here to stay. In August a short time after I retired I went to Coney Island beach only about an hour away by subway. Thanks to Uncle Sam and my U.S. Army training it’s natural for me to get up early. At 5:00 am I’m ready to tackle the world. Arriving at the beach around 8:15 am I was in the company of many elders especially the Russian immigrants who live in the Brighten Beach/Coney Island neighborhood. Gray heads see grey heads. We nod in silent greeting and acknowledgement.

People in their 60s, 70s and 80s. Ladies unafraid to wear 2 piece bathing suits. Walking with a spouse or a beloved dog. Taking their early morning walks and sunbaths. I felt great. Waded in the water. Totally unconcerned about my looks. I’ve been wearing my hair natural for years and I recently decided to cut it all off back in April so other than a trip to the barber getting wet is no problem.

For me Freedom is getting older and accepting myself. Freedom is silencing my critical inner voice. Acceptance and adapting to my upcoming senior years.

Sixty. Yes I’m truly looking forward to that birthday on Feb. 2019.

Waiting


 

 

Thursday photo prompt: Waiting #writephoto

 

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These caves were the last glimpses of my homeland.  Once captured by the strange once pale now burnt red face. Creatures with filthy yellow hair who wore odd clothes and spoke a guttural harsh language we were kept without shade from the hot sun or warm cloths to protect us from the night air.  Water would be thrown on upon us forcing us to lap at our skins for moisture.  There was very little food. So little that my younger sister died from lack.  Once our captors saw that she had died they removed her chains and disposed of her body by throwing it into the fierce ocean.

Our tribal warriors had rushed the invaders trying to kill as many as possible so that we could be released but fire spears had murdered our most skilled yet the unexpected attack did create enough of a diversion for some who were not yet manacled to escape. But not me.  My chains held fast.

Finally the time came for us to leave this unholy chamber.  The blazing sun hurt my eyes after so many days in darkness.

Along with many others I was led away in chains.  Aboard boat that was easily the size of 24 of our village fishing boats.  From that point on I knew that I might never taste freedom again.  Yet off in the distance right before we were forced down into the maw of this vessel I saw my sweet sister amidst the Ancestral spirits Rising Up, Up, Up………….

 

 

 

 

My New Look ~~ Wakanda Warrior Woman


 

 

My New Look ~~ Wakanda Warrior Woman

 

Well Folks I’ve decided to embrace my gray/grey hair and the aging process. Yes I cut off all my hair very short something like the Warrior Women of Wakanda. My hair has undergone the changes of menopause, aging, stress, illness and disability resulting in thinning and hair loss. Those women over 50 understand what I’m talking about. If you are not yet 50 don’t worry age will catch up to you.

 
BTW, No I am not going to discuss my chronic illness and disabilities. That includes my vision loss. It is what it is. One does not have to look sick to be sick.
I do not want people’s pity so I will not entertain questions about my health. I find those questions and comments annoying and upsetting therefore they will be deleted. 
Once you have a disability there are some days you might feel better but there is No get better.  Being that I’ve been dealing with health issues for over ten years I’ve accepted, adapted and for the most part moved on.  I will Not allow this blog to become a disease of the month club.
My Relationship with God is #1, Then My Brother Stephen, after that my creativity as expressed through my writing, photography (Please check out my blog, Roaming Urban Gypsy) and my artwork.

A Warrior Woman showcases her strengths not her weakness!

Instead I’m focusing on what I can still do. My abilities. Not my disabilities. Mostly my photography and Mixed Media Picture/Photo Collage skills.  I’m moving forward with my skills, talents, gifts and abilities.  Thinking Positive from now on Not negative!
 

Here are photos of my new look and my artwork! Happy Dance!

Wakanda Forever!!

Wakanda Warrior Woman Pose

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African-American Warrior Queen

African Goddess

 

 

 

A Photo a Week Challenge: The Power Of Black Women


 

 

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The Power of Black Women

Black HerStory Month

 

Black Women have been pretty much ignored and Left out of the Women’s History and Feminist Movements in America. We are excluded from the predominately white feminist narratives.

Our stories rarely get told and are certainly not in the history books.  You rarely if ever see Black Women recognized in the Suffragette or Modern Day Feminism.  Few if any white female feminists spoke up when Sandra Bland was murdered by the police and take note that over 50% of white women voted for the racist KKK sexist pervert who currently illegally occupies the Oval Office.  ‘Nuff Said.  Case Closed.

Today I Honor and Salute  Shirley Chisholm, Mae Jemison, Fannie Lou Hamer, Ella Baker, Mary McLeod Bethune , Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks, Angela Davis, The Queen of Sheba, Assata Shakur, My Biblical Namesake A Judge Over Israel DeBorah whose exploits can be found in the Book of Judges Chapters 4 & 5.

Queen Mother Moore whom I had the Honor of meeting when I was in my 20s.  Queen Mother Moore reminded me that I’m African first and always!

 

The True Founder of the #MeToo Movement ~~ Tarana Burke

 

http://www.ebony.com/news-views/black-woman-me-too-movement-tarana-burke-alyssa-milano

 

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We are Warriors, Queens & Pharaohs

Me DeBorah Ann Palmer aka Sp4 Palmer who served a country that neither Loves nor respects me.  U.S. Army ~~  November 1977 to November 1981

I remain now and forever a Soldier in the cause for Black Women.  Ready for Battle and Prepared for War.

 

http://www.forharriet.com/2014/02/27-black-women-activists-everyone.html

 

27 black women activists everyone should know

 

http://www.forharriet.com/2014/02/27-black-women-activists-everyone.html

 

As far as the most influential Women in my family First, Foremost and always #1 is my Mom Mable Elizabeth Palmer

 

 

Both my Grandmothers Hattie Finney Banks and Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer

 

 

 

My Female Ancestors

 

 

BLACK WOMAN ~~ KNOW THYSELF

WE ARE NUBIAN QUEENS AND GODDESSES

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s Hope Waiting For Nature In The Dark


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As African Americans we are excited about the Black Panther movie and the fictional country of Wakanda.

Now as Black people across the diaspora let’s join forces to support environmental activism in Kenya and throughout our Motherland Africa.

Please visit Sister Cheche Winnie Kenyan Environmental Activist and Advocate at her blog.

Winnie is a powerful Warrior Woman and perfect for Black HerStory Month.