Tuesday 31 January 2012

I AM A PHENOMENAL WOMAN



PHENOMENAL WOMAN

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion 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 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 woman.
Phenomenally
Phenomental 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 I 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 woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman.
That's me.

How 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 for my care.;
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman.
That's me.

I AM THAT PHENOMENAL WOMAN....
TODAY AND EVERYDAY
I AM STRONG AND I CAN DO ANYTHING.



AN ABSOLUTELY STUNNING AND BEAUTIFUL POEM WRITTEN
BY THE AMAZING MAYA ANGELOU.


XX

Sunday 29 January 2012

ENJOYING THE SIMPLE THINGS IN LIFE

Sitting here on a Sunday morning loving the warmth from the central heating and the quietness that comes occasionally from being on your own.    My music of choice today is Julio - whose voice I adore.  Listening to him takes me back to a time in my life where I had no responsibilities and good friends were together laughing, drinking cups of tea and coffee and smoking cigarettes until the early hours in the morning.

The weatherman said that snow is coming and I am holding my thumbs that it comes soon.  The beauty of watching falling snow is so magical and no matter how cold it gets, if you are wrapped up warm and rolling around in it, can be so pleasurable especially when you are seeing the joy and happiness through your childrens' eyes.

This is my favourite picture of my boys taken a few years ago - a son looking up to his father with such love and the arm of protection around the son from the father.

Wikipedia's definition of happiness :

 Happiness is a mental state of well-being characterized by positive or pleasant emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy.[1

For me - these pictures are my definition of happiness. They fill me with intense joy that no words could describe.


"Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realise they were the big things".

Happy Sunday to you all.
Love Liz