<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023950872335897081</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:50:00.213-05:00</updated><category term='Beginnings'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='Woman'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Girl Talk'/><category term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Holy Girlie Grail</title><subtitle type='html'>It's the age old question, just what do women want.. love, sex, fashion, shoes, chocolate, everything! La Graal Femelle Saint.. joindre la recherche!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holygirliegrail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023950872335897081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holygirliegrail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000165461452221976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IxiPWrPM3gc/RavD1pA93NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lNCxFoWe4kI/s320/ell2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023950872335897081.post-4285525543959627499</id><published>2007-01-19T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T14:57:54.161-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Every Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm every woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's all in me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;~ Chaka Khan ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A friend sent this to me, I thought it was very apropos for all of us be we maid, mother or crone. I've added a bit, chipped in my two cents worth as it were and wanted to share this little homily with you, so without further ado I give you.. Every Woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD HAVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one old love she can imagine going back to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and one who reminds her how far she has come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD HAVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      enough money within her control to move out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      and rent a place of her own even if she never wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     to or needs to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD HAVE.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     dreams wants to see her in an hour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WOMAN SHOULD HAVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     a youth she's content to leave behind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD HAVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     retelling it in her  old age..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD HAVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     lace bra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     one friend who always makes her laugh.. and one who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     lets her cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD HAVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     else in her family..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD HAVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD HAVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     a feeling of control over her destiny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     how to fall in love without losing herself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     HOW TO QUIT A JOB,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     BREAK UP WITH A LOVER,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     AND CONFRONT A FRIEND WITHOUT RUINING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FRIENDSHIP..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     when to try harder.. and WHEN TO WALK AWAY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     that she can't change the length of her calves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     that her childhood may not have been perfect.. but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     what she would and wouldn't do for love or more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     how to live alone.. even if she doesn't like it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     whom she can trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     whom she can't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     and why she shouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     take it personally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     where to go, be it to her best friend's kitchen table,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     or a charming inn in the woods when her soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; needs soothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     what she can and can't accomplish in a day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     a month..  and a year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN IS SPECIAL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and she should embrace that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM EVERY WOMAN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and so are you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luv 'ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023950872335897081-4285525543959627499?l=holygirliegrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holygirliegrail.blogspot.com/feeds/4285525543959627499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023950872335897081&amp;postID=4285525543959627499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023950872335897081/posts/default/4285525543959627499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023950872335897081/posts/default/4285525543959627499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holygirliegrail.blogspot.com/2007/01/every-woman.html' title='Every Woman'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000165461452221976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IxiPWrPM3gc/RavD1pA93NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lNCxFoWe4kI/s320/ell2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023950872335897081.post-1169123299168264809</id><published>2007-01-17T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:40:23.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginnings'/><title type='text'>Just Like Starting Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Why don't we take off alone&lt;br /&gt;Take a trip somewhere far, far away&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together all alone again&lt;br /&gt;Like we used to in the early days&lt;br /&gt;It'd be just like starting over..&lt;br /&gt;Starting over"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;~ John Lennon ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson once said: “What lies behind us and what lies before us, are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.” As I awoke this morning those thoughts were uppermost in my mind as I tried to fathom all the meanings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;of these mixed feelings of despair and delight, that nowadays have come to reside in the depths of my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;As I wistfully rang my thumb along my finger, light as a feather without my ring, it dawned on me that what lay behind me was not just my history, but the history of all women.. all their lives, all their loves and yes, all their loss. And with that dawning I knew that what lay before me was perhaps the most meaningful part of my life, of all women's lives and in that one perfect moment I realized that what lay within me is the strength and power to continue on with my quest, to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; renew and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; rediscover myself, to find new meanings, to live, to laugh, perhaps even to love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The power of a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes,  a peek of leg will always get taxis to stop for us, men still open doors for us and firefighters will rescue us first. We don't have to pay when we go on dates. We can go after what we want without being afraid to ask for help. We can say what we mean, without being mean when we say it. We can walk in the shoes of others, without losing direction. Best of all, we know how to solve most of our problems by simply eating a bit of chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But there's much more to us than that. Women have compassion like no other species and never tire of listening to problems. We have the courage to find solutions when others give up. We are resilient in the face of adversity and we are emotionally tuned-in and have the gift of expressing it. We can stand on our own, or be united to reach goals. Femininity is our personal power. Our strength lies within each of us. The world needs us. It needs us for more than just lovemaking or babymaking. Mother Earth needs us. She needs our courage to forge ahead, our intuition to discern, our passion for humanity and our wisdom to see the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;This morning, as I awoke, I knew I had the strength to once more become the woman I've always been. Whole and true. Unique and beautiful. A woman with a never-ending romantic wanderlust toward sparkling stardusts of love and beauty. A woman whose dreams are nothing less than deeply sensed powerful emotions. A musical composer of morsels of words and thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Hence this morning I am once more a woman in love with love and life. Oh how wonderful it is to be once more at peace with myself! I find liking it very much. I find I like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It'll be just like starting over..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luv 'ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023950872335897081-1169123299168264809?l=holygirliegrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holygirliegrail.blogspot.com/feeds/1169123299168264809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023950872335897081&amp;postID=1169123299168264809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023950872335897081/posts/default/1169123299168264809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023950872335897081/posts/default/1169123299168264809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holygirliegrail.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-like-starting-over.html' title='Just Like Starting Over'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000165461452221976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IxiPWrPM3gc/RavD1pA93NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lNCxFoWe4kI/s320/ell2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023950872335897081.post-5510251819496764637</id><published>2007-01-16T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:02:55.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Talk'/><title type='text'>While I'm In Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Although the rain was softly pelting my face, the wind was in my favor last night. Walking down Cherry Street, the breeze caught the hem of my dress just enough to produce the Marilyn Monroe effect – a perfect halo of pale pink cotton and silk as my heels clicked uptown toward home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl, I think as I consider maybe doing a pirouette under the street light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At dinner, though, it was different. Barbeque, Cracklin' Cornbread and Brunswick Stew not being the most.. ladylike (?) of repasts.. whilst I slid my spoon backwards in my bowl to take a bite, a pair of eyes lit up across the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“You just, that's just too cute how you eat your stew!” My dinner companions smiled, one to the other. The male of our little group was beaming at me, delighted, one hand to his chest, almost in reverence. And I knew, right then, that was how he thinks Julie Andrews eats her soup. “It’s just so.. refined!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Woman, I think as I consider maybe sending my mother a thank-you for years of etiquette dinners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When a friend asked me the other day whether I was a girl or a woman, I questioned first his reason for asking and second, my reason for answering, both. Some days, to be honest, I just don’t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I’m at work, I’d tell you woman, for sure. There’s no room for girl when you're trying to put together a new production. Likewise, when I’m paying bills, I am woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am girl when it’s late, and I am lonely and the only person I want to talk to is my mother and the only place I want to be is home, even though neither exists the way I remember them anymore. And I am girl when I smile and say nothing even though my brain is screaming. I am girl about texture and color and touch. I am girl in my wonderment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am woman about how I budget, who I love and what I decide to keep. I am woman when I ask hard questions and refuse to accept easy answers, and I am woman when I deal with disappointment and personal loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl when I cry. Woman when I kiss. Both when I laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s one of the more difficult things about growing up – fitting into one or the other, and I actually get nervous about one day defining myself completely as woman. Will there be no more pirouettes and pink? More responsibility and resolution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don’t know. For right now though, I’m wont to think that both is a good fit, and that maybe, just maybe there was something insightful about that Britney Spears song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I kid about the song. Mostly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="nointelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" nd="27"&gt;"I'm not a girl&lt;br /&gt;Not yet a woman&lt;br /&gt;All I need is time&lt;br /&gt;A moment that is mine&lt;br /&gt;While I'm in between"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p nd="27"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks Britney..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" nd="27"&gt;Luv 'ya,&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023950872335897081-5510251819496764637?l=holygirliegrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holygirliegrail.blogspot.com/feeds/5510251819496764637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023950872335897081&amp;postID=5510251819496764637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023950872335897081/posts/default/5510251819496764637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023950872335897081/posts/default/5510251819496764637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holygirliegrail.blogspot.com/2007/01/while-im-in-between.html' title='While I&apos;m In Between'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000165461452221976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IxiPWrPM3gc/RavD1pA93NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lNCxFoWe4kI/s320/ell2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
