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Love without Measure

“The measure of love is to love without measure.”― Augustine of Hippo

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Mothers, sisters, aunts, friends
To all the women
Fierce
Brilliant
Bold
Resilient
Tough
Beautiful
Gritty
Patient
Grace
Endurance
Nurturing
Creative
Kind
Love with no boundaries, walls, borders
Grateful for all the women who bless my life each day
Past, present, to come
Here, gone ahead but remaining ever present, alive in my heart
Happy Mother’s Day today and each day
The world is complete, colorful, ever blooming with your presence
Shine

“You educate a man; you educate a man. You educate a woman; you educate a generation.”― Brigham Young

Phenomenal

A toast to all women on this Mother’s Day;
To both mothers and those who are not or may never be;
Not less, more than enough, worthy;
Nurturers, steel magnolias, warriors, brilliant, fierce, bold, soft, a mix of it all;
Celebrate, honor and fulfill your unique purpose in this life;
Embrace confidence, strength and your light.
You are phenomenal!

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

“Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s 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 a 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 a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal 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 they still 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 a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now 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 of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.”