Finding Home .... by VJ Knutson
Finding Home
Why I think I’m a Feminist
Why I think I’m a feminist – a personal perspective on feminism
I am, without doubt, a feminist. I have subscribed to the belief in the social, economic and political equality of the sexes for almost as long as I can remember. My attitudes have been shaped by my upbringing, influenced by societal expectations and honed by life experience.
I was brought up to believe in equality and in women’s rights.
I grew up in the UK and as a child of the 70s and a young woman of the 80s, my generation’s older sisters had laid the foundations of feminism. Underpinned by new legislation in the 1970s, the Equal Pay Act and the Sex Discrimination Act, women were set on a more equal footing than ever before, but perhaps the biggest trigger for change was the widespread – and free – availability of the contraceptive pill in 1974, which…
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Reflective Space!
Reflective space —- by Radhika
The second wave of the pandemic has gripped many parts of the world. With a steep spike in daily cases, an untold anxiety and fear cripples the mind. A home today has a wider purview to be more inclusive. With members of the family confined indoors, working from home, online classes, everything under the same roof, there is bound to be some amount of mayhem…. a clash of schedules and tempers. Bedrooms and living rooms converted into office/school, the table is strewn with many gadgets, paper and all kinds of accessories. The video call at odd times, demands the voice decibels to remain low. Imagine one’s own room has restricted entry today. A great deal of tenacity is required to cope up with the deluge of mental stress hitting us from all directions.
We all have, to some extent found our own mechanisms to handle the uncertainties surrounding…
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OBITUARY
Very few people know that the much-eulogised greenery and ambient temperatures of this small town are a gift from my father. I take pride in being born to this humble auto-rickshaw driver who carried seeds with him, and planted some on the roadside, whenever he did not have a passenger to ferry. When I lost … Continue reading OBITUARY
The Nest Up Top
Spikes
the lump in my throat grows a new spike every day can’t swallow or eject It injects venom through a new spike every day to induce negativity the mind can’t reject thoughts stored in cells encounter spikes every day they can’t eliminate but just act… https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/08/mtb-the-body-poetry/ https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/15/open-link-290-live-edition/
Taking Deep Breaths
Taking deep breaths …… by Susi Bocks
i’m requiring peace
genuine, calm reflections
in sacred spaces
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #181 – Sacred Spaces & Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Reflections
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #181
Welcome to isolated times once again! Just when we thought a jab would immortalise us, the offending organism has hit back with greater intensity. We just might see a mutant version of humanity in the next normal. Long back, when a wave of Feng Shui swept the world, experts opined that one recharges at home, … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #181
Mossy stones
I take a walk down memory lane, and stop by the moss-covered milestones on the way. Why did they matter so much at that point of time, and why did they lose relevance later on? It was the dream of a child holding a balloon in hand, and wanting to fly, not knowing the competition … Continue reading Mossy stones
Wind under wings
I’m grateful I can walk and run, but I wish I could fly. Mobility and speed matter in the race of life, but more so the perspectives. I see the world moving past me, but in the opposite direction, as I move in high gear. Then, I move my sights to the ones moving alongside … Continue reading Wind under wings
