It's International Women's Day and we can (and must) celebrate it with vigor and joy despite the fact that in the U.S. we don't seem to be able have raised the day to the level of National Holiday as they have in China, Armenia, Russia, Azerbaijan, Belarus, Bulgaria, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Macedonia, Moldova, Mongolia, Tajikistan, Ukraine, Uzbekistan and Vietnam.Three years ago I wrote a post on this day while I was still struggling to make it in post-Katrina NOLA. It still seems valid today (though I did add some names to the list of women I am thankful for). There's also a blog that I work with that has a great post about the history and the reality of this important, wonderful, and lovely day.
This afternoon, while reflecting on the women I have known and loved (and know and love) the the wonderful poem Bread and Roses came to mind. Written by a man, but most famously sung by Judy Collins, it was the inspiration for Mimi Farina's wonderful organization which brings "hope, healing and music" to people in need.
The song is something that I first learned in the midst of the anti-nuclear protests of the early 80s Reagan years. but which stays with me, and haunts me, at this present time as we dig our collective souls and bodies out of the pit that Dubya built. It is always important to remember that we need food, but we also need art, and to me a day like today serves to bring that more to the forefront of my consciousness than some other occasions.
As Allen Toussaint wrote (and the Pointer sisters sang) "Do respect the women of the world. Remember you all had mothers!" I would like to add that some of us also had daughters... who we are very very proud of.
