New Year, New Truth

Hi!

I’m not typically a Resolutionist. 2014, however, just so happened to be markedly different from any other one I’ve survived – and as if by Immaculate Conception, The List was born late last night during a long-overdue Skype (/FaceTime/Hangouts) date with my boob.
I would brush off New Year’s Resolutions as just another fad or something the Pastor said we had to bring to the New Year’s Eve Vigil. Maybe it is both of those things – but I realize now that it is also an investment in our time on Earth. The document is a sacred promise that we will do these things to bring balance to our lives, and bring our more harmonious selves to our daily grind. I find that absolutely beautiful!

In the spirit of this season of Change, I’d like to do something different for this final post of 2014. Instead of sharing another piece I’ve written, I hope you will accept this one – by a woman who walked this Earth before I did.

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Sojourner Truth (1797-1883) was a magnificent orator whose presence transcends time. I discovered her in an anthology titled “Ain’t I a Woman! A Book of Women’s Poetry from Around the World”, edited by Illona Linthwaite. I looked into Truth’s legacy and was astounded by her work as a women’s rights activist, abolitionist, and evangelist. Her boundless bravery inspires me to journey forward, to journey inward, to develop my truth, and to be a vessel for peace and equality on this wicked, wild, wonderful home planet. #RealnessQuest

This is an excerpt from her speech entitled Ain’t I a Woman?.
(There is no exact copy of the speech as it was delivered, but there is a “full text” here.)
I hope you are also inspired – escape your comfort zone and open your heart to the change-making possibility that is Your Life.

Cheers,
Amaka

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Delivered 1851 at the Women’s Convention in Akron, Ohio

That man over there says that
women need to be helped into carriages,
and lifted over ditches,
and to have the best place everywhere.
Nobody ever helps me into carriages,
or over mud-puddles,
or gives me any best place!

And ain’t I a woman?
Look at me!
Look at my arm!
I have ploughed and planted,
and gathered into barns,
and no man could head me!

And ain’t I a woman?
I could work as much
and eat as much as a man –
when I could get it –
and bear the lash as well!

And ain’t I a woman?
I have born 13 children,
and seen most all sold off to slavery,
and when I cried out with a mother’s grief,
none but Jesus heard me!
And ain’t I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head;
what’s this they call it?
[member of audience whispers, “intellect”]
That’s it, honey.
What’s that got to do with women’s rights or negroes’ rights?
If my cup won’t hold but a pint,
and yours holds a quart,
wouldn’t you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says
women can’t have as much rights as men,
’cause Christ wasn’t a woman!
Where did your Christ come from?
Where did your Christ come from?
From God and a woman!
Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made
was strong enough to turn the world
upside down, all alone,
these women together ought to be able to turn it back,
and get it right side up again!
And now they is asking to do it,
the men better let ’em.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain’t got nothing more to say.

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