Saturday, November 3, 2012

gender specific

The women of this planet are like rocket ships. They speed about, doing, fixing, calling, seeing. They are our mothers and I am in their meeting. The next generation of I can't remember the last time someone called me young.

They have given me a project and need a letter. One of them hands me a map. I try to type and not miss a thing but they are so fast. Our mothers at this table are teaching me how to nurture a town. 

Daddy says it's best to call the slow deliberate but I'll claim either.

Are we going to be able to do this?
The answer for them is always yes so I nod in agreement.

Today I am grateful for the examples they set.

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