Montserrat is a Benedictine monastery near Barcelona. It houses a Black Madonna statue that dates to the 12th century. The figure is above the altar in the basilica of the monastery. In her honour Gregorian chants are sung daily at noon. Many tourists travel here only to see the statue. The Black Madonna is the patron saint of Catalonia.
I’m proud to have marched with men and women who stood up globally to unite against hate, to unite for love, who stood up to shout that all lives matter.
shoulder to shoulder
growls to a global roar
Here are the messages from a sampling of signs:
It is time for women to stop being politely angry
Women’s rights are human rights
I march because I refuse to go backwards!
Still we rise
I’m not usually a sign person but Geez!
They call it locker room talk, I call it insecurity
No longer the silent majority
We’re not going away
Our rights are not up for grabs
We are women hear us roar in numbers to big to ignore!
(cello portrait by: Christa-S-Nelson)
To be a musician is a curse. To not be one is even worse. –Jazz trumpeter Jack Daney
“The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people goin’ by
I see friends shaking hands saying, “How do you do”
They’re really saying “I love you.”
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know;
And I think to myself, What a wonderful world;
Yes, I think to myself, What a wonderful world.
(La-Venere-di Milo: internet photo)
Silt shifts; like a silk dress in a breeze,
creamy folds expose buried artifacts of a restless spirit.
Nubile naked truths tease.
Glimpses of a white shoulder, a bare thigh,
peep through spongy mud.
Shallow water sculpts seductively
over hidden treasure.
Patient stream erodes murky riverbed.
Her polished eyes gleam.
I am blindfolded on a plank.
My hands crisscrossed. A sword in each.
The sky drizzles sorrow around me.
I need to take my blindfold off.
I must break free from this bondage.
A knight in full armour arrives.
Together we escape.
We drink from the cup of life.
My life is blessed. As I move down
the path of life, I walk alongside
my knight. We protect each other.
A chariot rolls by. We nod and smile.
A white rose is tossed from the driver
and lands at my feet.
As I bend to pick up the flower
a wizard appears holding a jewelled
chalice in his hands. Stars burst
from the cup. Dragons flame forth.
Crows and fairies fly forward, upward
to the clouds. I stand in awe and
bow to the truth.
A rider on a beautiful white horse
approaches with an offering. My knight
allows him to pass and I accept the
offering. Streams of water flow from
an emerald cup.
My bonds have been broken. I am
protected by all who have come before
me, and all who are to follow.
Woman in patches
moving slowly amongst crowd
halo on her shadow
A dragon emerges from
smoky grey and black
spin around his head.
Razor sharp, spiky teeth
and scaly back, glisten
like carefully crafted
The maiden is not afraid.
Her long hair is loosely
A single braid is pulled
to one side. Heavy silk
layers of soft mauve
seem to disappear and appear
again as smoke swirls about
Restlessly, the dragon
circles the space.
The maiden remains still.
She dreamt of this
She saw his ferocious eyes
sensitive to the slightest
She saw his bravery
and his compassion.
When the dragon stops pacing
their eyes meet,
their hearts lock.
The maiden steps toward
the flaming roar,
her trust protecting her
from the raging fire.
As her small hand touches
the chest of the beast,
a single drop of blood
is drawn from her delicate
finger. With a swift turn
of his head the dragon
catches the drip on the tip
of his tongue.
Their fate is sealed.
will be forever protected.