She was born on the night of the blue moon when shooting stars filled the skies; complete with ten fingers and ten toes a mop of black hair and eyes that stared right through you as if they knew a great secret. I was still half asleep from the long night of labor and birth when the nurse gently tapped my shoulder and placed her in my arms. As soon as the nurse left the room, I unwrapped her tightly wound blanket to check that she had all the essentials; yep they were there and I smiled to realize she was a real beauty. Amazed that such a beautiful creature could have come through me, I reminded myself what Kalil Gibran, the Prophet had written, “your children come through you, not from you”.
I wrapped the blanket tight again about her warm and sweet smelling little body and fed her the bottle the nurse had given me.
It was my plan to nurse her but as it turned out, my milk came in late
and so she became a bottle baby. I put her on my shoulder to burp her and as I laid her head down, she put her tiny hands against my shoulder and raised her head and pushed against me as if she was telling me, “hey, don’t get cocky, I am in control here!” I was taken back so startled was I at her move. And I know it was deliberate,
without a doubt, she clearly meant to tell me who she was and that she was the boss.
She was my first born and like me and my mother and her mother and grandmother and at least two or three great grandmothers twice removed before, she was the first born child and a female. We have counted at least seven generations of
women, all first born females. And, when she was born we were four generations of living females. And again, at the birth of her first born female, we were four generations of living females. My grandmother would tell me as I was busy
tending to my daughter’s needs, that we were blessed to be a first born and with it came great responsibilities and that it also meant we were chosen to be
survivors. And surviving is what we have had to do many times over from difficulties and traumas throughout all our lives.
It is something to be the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter but here the saga ended for when my granddaughter found she was with child, she was advised to end her pregnancy and we will never know if that child was a female cast away on a fateful night of the blue moon when shooting stars filled the skies.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
IMPORTANT MESSAGE FROM THE TREASURERS OF WONDERMENT TEAM
Treasures of Wonderment' is following the BAHA'I TRIAL very closely because it is about JUSTICE and EQUALITY for ALL the people of Iran. During the month of January 2010, Treasures of Wonderment will continue to bring you up-to-the-minute coverage of the Iranian Bahá'í trial. Until the Bahá'ís of Iran are free, the people of Iran will never be free and secure. What could be their crime? The people of Bahá ( about 6 million followers worldwide) are true lovers of mankind and do not participate in politics or division but only in serving humanity with no prejudice. Bahá'ís are trustworthy, honest and caring people who believe in the principle of consultation not in wars. They are true peacekeepers and will never carry arms. They believe that Unity in Diversity is the answer to the world's problems; beliefs that are worth much more than any power or gold on earth. http://www.treasuresofwonderment.com
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
IMPORTANT HISTORY
Lest we forget.....let us remember how it was, not so long ago.
IMPORTANT HISTORY
Something to remember! This is the story of women who were ground-breakers. These brave women from the early 1900s made all the difference in the lives we live today. Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.
Do our daughters and our sisters know the price that was paid to earn rights
or women here, in North America? 2009 is the 80th Anniversary of the
Persons Case in Canada, which finally declared women in Canada to be Persons!
The women were innocent and defenseless, but when, in North America,
women picketed in front of The White House, carrying signs asking for the vote,
they were jailed. And by the end of the first night in jail, those women were barely
alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of obstructing sidewalk traffic.
Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the
Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the
suffragists imprisoned there because they had dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from
an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.
Lucy Burns
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left
her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.
Dora Lewis
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed
and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and
suffered a heart attack.
Alice Paul
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a
chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging,beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women. All women who have every voted, have ever owned property, have ever enjoyed equal rights need to remember that women’s rights had to be fought for in Canada as well.
Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know,
so that we remember to celebrate the rights we enjoy.
“Knowledge is Freedom: hide it, and it withers; share it, and it blooms”
IMPORTANT HISTORY
Something to remember! This is the story of women who were ground-breakers. These brave women from the early 1900s made all the difference in the lives we live today. Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.
Do our daughters and our sisters know the price that was paid to earn rights
or women here, in North America? 2009 is the 80th Anniversary of the
Persons Case in Canada, which finally declared women in Canada to be Persons!
The women were innocent and defenseless, but when, in North America,
women picketed in front of The White House, carrying signs asking for the vote,
they were jailed. And by the end of the first night in jail, those women were barely
alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of obstructing sidewalk traffic.
Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the
Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the
suffragists imprisoned there because they had dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from
an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.
Lucy Burns
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left
her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.
Dora Lewis
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed
and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and
suffered a heart attack.
Alice Paul
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a
chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging,beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women. All women who have every voted, have ever owned property, have ever enjoyed equal rights need to remember that women’s rights had to be fought for in Canada as well.
Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know,
so that we remember to celebrate the rights we enjoy.
“Knowledge is Freedom: hide it, and it withers; share it, and it blooms”
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
COPY RIGHTS AND INFRINGEMENTS
Hello my dear readers,
It came to my attention today that it was not such a good idea to put my writings, as such as they are, on my blog for all to see. That there are those who will take advantage and that I am way too trusting. Therefore, I have deleted all of my stories from the blog. I loved having them there for your enjoyment and perusal, but it's a sad thing that trust no longer has the value it once had. So sorry.
For anyone who may be interested, all of my writings have been entered as written by ruie Mullins and copies of same have been registered with the Writers Guild West in Beverly Hills, CA for safe keeping. This is for my protection as a writer that I will always get credit for anything written by me.
Just a word of caution.
always with love, ruie
It came to my attention today that it was not such a good idea to put my writings, as such as they are, on my blog for all to see. That there are those who will take advantage and that I am way too trusting. Therefore, I have deleted all of my stories from the blog. I loved having them there for your enjoyment and perusal, but it's a sad thing that trust no longer has the value it once had. So sorry.
For anyone who may be interested, all of my writings have been entered as written by ruie Mullins and copies of same have been registered with the Writers Guild West in Beverly Hills, CA for safe keeping. This is for my protection as a writer that I will always get credit for anything written by me.
Just a word of caution.
always with love, ruie
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Untitled
After a while you learn
the difference between holding a hand
and chaining a soul...and you learn
that love doesn't mean security, and
you begin to learn that kisses aren't
contracts, and presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up
and your eyes open, with the grace of a woman, not the
grief of a child...and you learn to build all your roads
on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain, and
futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much...so you plant your own
garden and decorate your own soul, instead
of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
that you really are strong, and you really
do have worth. And, you learn and learn,
with every 'goodbye' you learn.
p.w.e.corgill
@1989
I don't know where I found this, but I just love it
and wanted to share, it's so true.
the difference between holding a hand
and chaining a soul...and you learn
that love doesn't mean security, and
you begin to learn that kisses aren't
contracts, and presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up
and your eyes open, with the grace of a woman, not the
grief of a child...and you learn to build all your roads
on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain, and
futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much...so you plant your own
garden and decorate your own soul, instead
of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
that you really are strong, and you really
do have worth. And, you learn and learn,
with every 'goodbye' you learn.
p.w.e.corgill
@1989
I don't know where I found this, but I just love it
and wanted to share, it's so true.
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