So I am fighting either allergies or a cold and as if that is not enough several other areas of my life are going bonkers. I realized I missed my first deadline for this post over the weekend and have been scrambling to come up with something empowering to say. All I found were crickets and tumbleweeds! I realize that right now the sickness and obstacles are here and all I can do is rest.
So this week I’m giving you permission to take off the super hero capes and just take care of yourself in any areas that needs healing or rest. I came across this statement below and I thought it was perfect for this week!
Cheers to empty cups that need to be filled!
Still I Rise- Maya Angelou
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
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
by Maya Angelou
By Kara Norman- Empower Her, Inc.