I hope you don’t mind a little repeat, but this is one of my favorite posts. Since it’s Women’s History Month, I thought it appropriate.
If you’re female you have power coursing through your veins. What? You didn’t know that? My persuasion can build a nation Endless power, the love we can devour You’ll do anything for me*(1)
Fights, riots, and wars have been fought for love of a woman. Jousts, duels, and feats of athletic prowess have all been wagered for want of a woman. Oh you thought those hunky, muscular men did that just for fun?
A woman’s tears can reduce even the strongest, most disciplined man to a quivering mass of muscles. The love of a good woman can propel him to untold heights.
Have you ever listened to the words of Beyonce’s song, Who Run The World? I happen to like the song, it’s empowering. I know there are some who can’t stand anything that comes from Mrs. Jay-Z and that’s cool, but for a moment here’s what I like about the song.
It’s strong and in your face. One can hear the attitude rolling from every syllable. The song reminds me of ‘The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.’ a poem by William Ross Wallace
Okay so the lyrics
Boy you know you love it how we’re smart enough to make these millions
Strong enough to bear the children then get back to business
see, you better not play me oh come here baby
Hope you still like me, F’ you pay me*(1)
aren’t as subtle as I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back an’ pretend*(2)
or as eloquent as Infancy’s the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother’s first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow–*(3)
Whether you wrap it in flowery prose, decide to burn bras, or a more in your face approach, the message is the same. “Who run the world?” Girls!
Happy Women’s History Month
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2 Helen Reddy’s I Am Woman http://www.lyricstime.com/helen-reddy-i-am-woman-lyrics.html
3 ‘The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.’ by William Ross Wallace
When I’m not trying to run the world I can be found here,
Hoping to rekindle the sizzle in their marriage, Harmony Evans plans a romantic getaway. A secluded cabin at Juniper Lake resort is the perfect place to seduce his wife and if he can get in a little ghost hunting, even better.
Jade is more than happy to spend the weekend getting reacquainted with Harmony, without the ghosts, but when their cabin appears haunted and the spectral inhabitant shoves their belongings to the door, she figures it’s time to leave.
No one told them Juniper Lake had a sordid past complete with a serial killer and its own host of earthbound spirits. When the other guests begin to die, the best they can hope for is to survive the night. With a sadistic killer on the loose and bodies piling up, romance will take a backseat to murder.
The hairs at the nape of her neck lifted and Jade paused in chopping the stalk of celery for soup. She had the sensation of someone standing behind her. Breath, warm and a little wet, fluttered her hair.
Floorboards creaked and something brushed her shoulder. She gripped the knife handle tighter and whirled, brandishing the blade in front of her.
Her heart raced and she sucked in a breath to steady her rapid pulse. She scanned the room. Nothing was in the area that she could see, but she felt something.
She’d have dismissed her feelings as ridiculous if strange things didn’t keep happening. Like this morning, her bathrobe had been draped at the foot of her bed, but she found the garment hanging neatly in the closet along with her husband’s and he hadn’t placed it there.
She jumped. Someone was in the cabin with her. Her hands shook.
“Harmony?” Maybe he was playing a little trick on her. He knew she didn’t care for his hobby of ghost hunting, which was one reason they were in this little cabin tucked in the woods. The other reason was so they could spend time together. And he was off fishing or chasing a rabbit in the forest, while she was being…haunted.
With knife in hand she checked every room of the cabin, which didn’t take long. The cabin had open architecture, the living room flowed into the dining room and kitchen so she could stand in the living room and look into both rooms. The bedroom door stood open and if she leaned just so she could see into the bathroom. Nothing.
So why did she get the impression that someone was watching her?
She peered out the corner of her eye, hoping to catch a glimpse of what wasn’t there. A flash of light. She whipped her head to the left. Nothing.
Snap. Thud. Fingers swept down the side of her cheek while muted laughter wafted through the air.
“This isn’t funny,” she said to the empty room.
Metal scraped against metal. She hit the light switch, plunging the room in darkness. Jade fastened her gaze on the doorknob and clutched the butcher knife to her chest. She backed away, feeling for the wall with her free hand. If she had to, she could jump out the bathroom window.
A rumble of thunder rolled overhead. And that was another thing, their romantic weekend was turning into a soggy nightmare. She just wanted to go home and leave this place to its spectral inhabitants, if it was indeed haunted.
Wind shook the windows, rattling the glass in the panes. She tensed and bit back a shriek as her back brushed the wall. The fibers of the roughhewn walls grabbed at her shirt in an attempt to hold her in place. Damn Harmony and his quest to find the supernatural. Now would be the perfect time for him to be around to tell her there was no such thing as spooks.
Click clack. Her heart thudded against her ribs so loud she feared it would jump from her chest. This wasn’t the romantic weekend her husband promised her and now he wasn’t even here. Cursing the day Harmony ever brought her to this hellhole, she flexed her fingers.
The door wobbled. She sucked in a breath. Hinges creaked. Her back hit the wall.
Sweat slicked her palms. A shadow fell across the threshold.
She raised the knife.