Sorry that it has been awhile since I posted, life as a solo-entrepreneur and photographer is never ending. I pretty much go from thing to thing, milking every second between the life of a Mom and business woman. I'm always thinking about things I need to do business-wise or household-wise, which according to the book I am reading "Three Simple Steps" by Trevor Blake is keeping this never-ending cycle alive.

Today is national Women's day! I would like to make a contribution by honoring Maya Angelou's poem, Phenomenal Woman. I read this when I was in my early 20's, and it helped me to embrace my own beauty and power of being a woman. I don't need to be anything more than what I want to be, and other people's criticisms are really just reflections of their own insecurities and state of well-being.

There was a rally cry for women not go to work, stay home and do nothing today. Personally, I think this backwards thinking. In order to be heard or seen, you have to show up...you have to rise up, even going higher than expected or needed. This is what Maya's poem reminds me to do...I walk with pride because I am a phenomenal woman with all kinds of imperfections. 

Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.