Poem No. 133: “Sweet Independence” by an Unknown Author

Gedichte, poems, Uncategorized

every day, take our lives for granted
walking, running, unaware of strife
sometimes without any real purpose
never looking seriously at life

trying to look good in the worlds view
helping people in faraway lands
a blind eye, our societies curse
those less fortunate, our own homelands

trying to live in a world of normal
was only by chance I found her out
close by don’t even know she exists
deserves so much more without a doubt

never reaches out to ask for help
day in day out calmly carries on
each task commits a painstaking chore 
struggling her best, dexterity gone

no matter how hard she finds each step
determination wills itself heard
full independence raises its head
quiet, unobtrusive her preferred

Tipp No. 129: Powerful Documentary: “EMBRACE – You Are Beautiful!” by Taryn Brumfitt

Film, Insights, Musik, Oddities, Psychologie, psychology, Tipps, Uncategorized, Zen
I watched the touching movie together with friends…
And all of us had a lump in our throats…actually, a few tears appeared too.

What are we doing to ourselves?!

“91% of women
hate their bodies.”

For centuries, women have been told that they need to be beautiful…as if that`s the most important thing they can be.

Instead of investing in their life quality, meaningful projects and development of their skills, women spend their time & money on fitness classes, fashion, diets, cosmetics, hair dressers, nail design shops etc. ….and sadly never ever feel being “enough”.

Join Taryn Brumfitt on their journey to free herself – also in order to become a role model for her little daughter who shall enjoy life and spend her valuable resources on more important things than on bullshit like beauty standards that are created to transform women into cash cows.

Do not try to please others…Be your own loving best friend….

“EMBRACE YOURSELF
AND everyBODY!”

Be smart and do not waste your time with excessive and insane beauty maintenance while you are capable to change and rule the world.

Before – After Photo of Taryn

Poem No. 123: “Phenomenal Woman” by Maya Angelou

Gedichte, poems

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. 
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size 
But when I start to tell them, 
They think I’m telling lies. 
I say, 
It’s in the reach of my arms 
The span of my hips, 
The stride of my step, 
The curl of my lips. 
I’m a woman 
Phenomenally. 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me. 

I walk into a room 
Just as cool as you please, 
And to a man, 
The fellows stand or 
Fall down on their knees. 
Then they swarm around me, 
A hive of honey bees. 
I say, 
It’s the fire in my eyes, 
And the flash of my teeth, 
The swing in my waist, 
And the joy in my feet. 
I’m a woman 
Phenomenally. 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me. 

Men themselves have wondered 
What they see in me. 
They try so much 
But they can’t touch 
My inner mystery. 
When I try to show them 
They say they still can’t see. 
I say, 
It’s in the arch of my back, 
The sun of my smile, 
The ride of my breasts, 
The grace of my style. 
I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me. 

Now you understand 
Just why my head’s not bowed. 
I don’t shout or jump about 
Or have to talk real loud. 
When you see me passing 
It ought to make you proud. 
I say, 
It’s in the click of my heels, 
The bend of my hair, 
the palm of my hand, 
The need of my care, 
‘Cause I’m a woman 
Phenomenally. 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me.

Strong Women No. 1: “Lise Meitner – Discoverer of Nuclear Fission”

Insights, Technology

Lise Meitner (born in Vienna, 1878 – 1968) was an Austrian-Swedish physicist, who worked on radioactivity and nuclear physics.

Lise Meitner, Otto Hahn and Otto Robert Frisch led the small group of scientists who first discovered nuclear fission of uranium when it absorbed an extra neutron; the results were published in early 1939. Meitner, Hahn and Frisch understood that the fission process, which splits the atomic nucleus of uranium into two smaller nuclei, must be accompanied by an enormous release of energy.

Nuclear fission is the process exploited by nuclear reactors to generate heat and, subsequently, electricity.This process is also one of the basics of nuclear weapons that were developed in the U.S. during World War II and used against Japan in 1945.

Meitner spent most of her scientific career in Berlin, Germany, where she was a physics professor and a department head at the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute; she was the first woman to become a full professor of physics in Germany. She lost these positions in the 1930s because of the anti-Jewish Nuremberg Laws of Nazi Germany, and in 1938 she fled to Sweden, where she lived for many years, ultimately becoming a Swedish citizen.

Meitner received many awards and honors late in her life, but she did not share in the 1944 Nobel Prize in Chemistry for nuclear fission that was awarded exclusively to her long-time collaborator Otto Hahn. In the 1990s, the records of the committee that decided on that prize were opened. Based on this information, several scientists and journalists have called her exclusion “unjust”, and Meitner has received many posthumous honors, including naming chemical element 109 Meitnerium in 1992. Despite not having been awarded the Nobel Prize, Lise Meitner was invited to attend the Lindau Nobel Laureate Meeting in 1962.

Lise Meitner in 1946

Poem No. 118: “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou

Gedichte, poems
Flamenco Dancer

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Poem No. 116: “Depth Of A Woman” by Courtney Kane

Gedichte, poems

there is depth in me that is
much like the sea
and on days of my greatest gleam
i am the woman who manages
what some may say is the impossible

a son, a daughter, i have them all
and nothing prevents me from
keeping them calm, in great winds, 
in the roughest rain, 

the sight of my eyes, the searing pain
of life’s hard road, 
it all bulds to a glorious strength, 

the strength of the women before me, 
it is the depth of a worldly woman. 

Poem No. 115: “The Crazy Woman” by Gwendolyn Brooks

arts, Gedichte, poems
Designer Iris Apfel

I shall not sing a May song. 
A May song should be gay. 
I’ll wait until November 
And sing a song of gray. 

I’ll wait until November 
That is the time for me. 
I’ll go out in the frosty dark 
And sing most terribly. 

And all the little people 
Will stare at me and say, 
“That is the Crazy Woman 
Who would not sing in May.” 

Poem No. 110: “The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Gedichte, poems

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know 
if you will risk 
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesnt interest me
what planets are 
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you 
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know 
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone 
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

Poem No. 21: “Geh Fort Von Mir – Go From Me” by Elisabeth Barrett-Browning (1806-1861)

Gedichte, Insights, poems, Technology, Uncategorized
Bildergebnis für aus dem schatten treten
Aus dem Schatten treten. (Stepping out of the shadow)

Geh fort von mir

Geh fort von mir. So werd ich fürderhin
in deinem Schatten stehn. Und niemals mehr
die Schwelle alles dessen, was ich bin,
allein betreten. Niemals wie vorher
verfügen meine Seele. Und die Hand
nicht so wie früher in Gelassenheit
aufheben in das Licht der Sonne, seit
die deine drinnen fehlt. Mag Land um Land
anwachsen zwischen uns, so muss doch dein
Herz in dem meinen bleiben, doppelt schlagend.
Und was ich tu und träume, schließt dich ein:
so sind die Trauben überall im Wein.
Und ruf ich Gott zu mir: Er kommt zu zwein
und sieht mein Auge zweier Tränen tragend.

“GO FROM ME”

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand 
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore 
Alone upon the threshold of my door 
Of individual life, I shall command 
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand 
Serenely in the sunshine as before, 
Without the sense of that which I forbore, .. 
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land 
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine 
With pulses that beat double. What I do 
And what I dream include thee, as the wine 
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue 
God for myself, He hears that name of thine, 
and sees within my eyes, the tears of two.