[photo courtesy of Shoreline Dallas]
Happy Weekend Sistas,
Just a quick message to send you love and appreciation….
Today, on International Women’s Day, my thoughts are with all of you as well as my beautiful family in Japan & Australia and all the remarkable little girls that stole my heart in Africa. No matter where we are in the world- we can be an advocate and inspire change for women’s advancement.
“The story of women’s struggle for equality belongs to no single feminist nor to any one organization but to the collective efforts of all who care about human rights” – Gloria Steinem
Annually on March 8th, thousands of events are held throughout the world to inspire women and celebrate achievements. A global web of rich and diverse local activity connects women from all around the world ranging from political rallies, business conferences, government activities and networking events through to local women’s craft markets, theatric performances, fashion parades and more.
Many global corporations have also started to more actively support IWD by running their own internal events and through supporting external ones. For example, on 8 March search engine and media giant Google some years even changes its logo on its global search pages. Year on year IWD is certainly increasing in status. The United States even designates the whole month of March as ‘Women’s History Month’. via www.internationalwomensday.com
You may have heard me share this story before, but it bears repeating. In Sudan, the language is Arabic so to connect with the little girls in the orphanage we support- I painted their nails. Such a blessed and intimate moment that I will never forget! You may think that painting a girl’s nails is frivolous, but as I held each hand and painted- all the other little girls gathered around her in a way of support, celebration and approval. Witnessing this blew me away and it is difficult to put into words. Instead of pushing to be the next in line for their manicure, each girl waited patiently. No competition. No comparison. Only cooperation & celebration. For the remainder of the day, the girls played and held hands in admiration of one another. We could all learn a thing or two from them.
God Bless all the women who have stood by me on my journey since I was a little girl. I bow my head in a grateful prayer for those who fanned my flame, poured love or spoke even one small word of encouragement into me.
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