Helping Afghan women

I sometimes forget about my “past life”…

I had purchased a crafted zippered “wallet”,  for want of a better word, crafted by the women of Afghanistan **, featured on the Feminist Majority’s website many moons ago when I had a job…I wondered if they still had this program going.  They do. 

So…I hope that some of you can support the women of Afghanistan to gain some independence with a purchase of their handicrafts.

**keep the kleenex handy…for those in pain and those that never made it home, on both sides of the ocean…

Sunshine on my shoulders…

…makes me happy…

(this song was on my mind when I named this blog, fyi 🙂

We were treated to another spectacular cloud rainbow...

…this time, however, I was able to get a little bit of it captured with my cell camera.  It was almost directly in line with our front door:

Splash rainbow 1.27.14

 

It’s a little hard to distinguish, but the little patch that looks white is actually the splash of rainbow.  The sun was not cooperating.  I was trying to block the lens from glare, but alas…

Anyway, I think the sun’s rays are pretty spectacular, too.

Repost: Rape is Not Entertainment; The Grammys **edited

After once again being subjected to Robin Thicke’s rape song, Blurred Lines, at the Grammys,  I feel the need to repost a couple of blogs on the misogyny:

Rape is not a joke.

Blurred Lines

Rape culture in living color.  Degrading women as second class starts with media images.  The media is a powerful messenger.   Fear and Anger and Sex are the major influences in Communications and the media uses them well to influence the public.

Music has been a part of my life since I could remember, and the Grammy’s were one of the shows I used to watch regularly, but last night was a reminder of why I quit watching the awards show…it’s more about promotion of artists than promotion of music as an art.  Because I don’t see that Robin Thicke and the others (including women) that sexualize women to promote their songs have a load of talent.

If one has talent, their music speaks for itself.

Good music stirs the soul….speaks to the soul…bad music is just noise to fill the airwaves.

And on a personal note~  I really wish Ringo would have sung “It Don’t Come Easy”…I requested this song for Christmas one year, and my thirty year old son liked it…it could have been a way for Ringo to reach the younger crowd, if he had introduced them to it….

The opening notes as they are played on the recorded version are beautiful and stirring.

**edited to take out video–oops, thought it was official. Apologies.