April and May, 2015, mark a century of peace efforts by the women of the world. According to http://womhist.alexanderstreet.com/hague/intro.htm the International Congress of Women for Permanent Peace brought together women from all over the world to "promote peace through personal diplomacy." (Personal diplomacy meant negotiation rather than the use of weapons.) The first such Congress was in April-May of 1915, the time of World War I. It was popular to call the organizing women names such as "sensationalists" and "Peacettes." But, their message was heard loudly and clearly. Jane Addams, Emily Greene Balch, and Alice Hamilton were delegates to the Congress.
The back-story of the peace movement is demilitarism, setting down weapons and stepping up meetings between combatants. Recent female Pulitzer Peace Prize winners have fostered the formation of the Women's International League for Peace and Freedom (WILPF). They speak eloquently about their personal successes in bringing about peaceful solutions to violent struggles. We don't hear much about these women. Hopefully, we women can bravely spread the word and put forth our own ideas about how to solve problems peacefully and end bloodshed.
~ Submitted by Frosty Kroening
I wanted to create.
When I thought of creating a work of art for my patio,
I began to sketch and plan and gather supplies.
As I fleshed out the idea, I felt what was being called forth
was a Guardian Spirit of my garden.
I wanted a vision of beauty and color and passion,
something to delight my soul every time I stepped outside,
a connection with the Divine Feminine.
And so I began one afternoon with music playing amid the paints.
First a midnight blue splashed on my board,
as the moon’s glow silhouetted my dancing Devas.
The hues of the rainbow light began to move thru different sirens
as the sisters danced.
The power of the images began to pour thru me,
drawing out emotions and power long left dormant.
Ancient images raced thru my head
as the drums of Beltane rumbled thru my hand and brush.
The women began to dance and weave to forgotten powerful rhythms.
A sisterhood arose unadorned and joyful.
As they moved I found I was reclaiming myself,
splashed onto this palette of color.
I felt myself expanding, growing,
and becoming more of my true self.
And so now every time I step into my yard,
I am blessed with my sisterhood and the power of me.
~ Submitted by B. Daily
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