Friday, April 4, 2014

Eleanor Hughes Mooney June 19th,1915-March 25th,2014

 
 
 
 
 
 
 





 

 

 







Hard Head Woman

I found a poem I had written almost to the day a year ago which was my first indicator that I was "feeling a lot like my old self" until I discovered months after I wrote this that I was actually a far better rendition of me, full bodied hard head woman".




Standing in the Shadows


By Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney©13



There will be no standing in the shadows…

I/my/we…

Will not/won’t not/have not be not

Now matter how tempting, how enticing it may appear in the shade

Casted by somebody else’s shadow.

The flood lights will shine brilliantly

‘Cause this chicka chickiedee bebe said to me.

“This is your awakening…

Smooth your way out of the way of your self”



Or as Trent would say “Stitch your wings back on & fly”!

So your prodigious fabulousness will fire up to the never…

Ever…

Whatever…

(I’ll still be loving you) *



Pulsate, shimmer & shine…

Simmering in a refined

Going to the next line

Of His Grace in a powerful race.

So the chickie, chickie bebe said.



I’ll not stand in the shadows of others’ incomplete dreams

Or incoherent screams

That masquerade as laughter but really is a scheme…

They’ve done all they could to hold you in the shadows of what they’ve deemed

Your place, not your grace.



This moon will prance & romance among the stars, gas & dust …

In a distinguish assembly of love supreme…

Winking & nodding as she stands proudly on a cloud

Orchestrating what it can be

Of what it will be.



She said” I don’t want to be shaded by someone else’s’ shadow

Of incomplete dreams or fearful schemes”

She/They/We know that while it appears ferocious

And the world is atrocious

Or pain’s shadow blinds so one may think they cannot breathe.



You can.

“Breathe now child, Breathe

So the chicka chickie bebe said.

Look in right direction for His protection

An invitation that does not require an RSVP.



There will be no standing n the shadows undercover in someone else’s fear

And unnatural clauses that will make you pause…

From making a way even out of no way…

To His Way, to the truth & the light

So the Chicka, chickie bebe said.



(I’ll be loving you always)*

All rights reservedJHM4-20-13 © revised

Standing in the Shadows (No More)..





"You choose. That's what this says to me: whether it be praise or surrender, to dance or cry, to be still or move . . . this picture says a lot to me about the power of a woman who chooses". D.L. Reid


 
These shots done back in March 2014 by the immensely talented photographer Gus Bennett, Jr of New Orleans for his New Orleans People Program.
 
 
This  fall I will be teaching an art quilting  class entitled  "(For the) Hard Headed Women" with an exhibition to follow in March 2015: Standing in the Shadows (no More) at the Ashe Cultural Art Center in New Orleans. The  Hard Headed Woman & Standing in the Shadows exhibition is part of my Fig Tree Project based on the Bible Scripture in Micah44.  That Scriptural prophecy resonated for me in many ways.
 
The purpose of the project is multi-fold.  Also feeling honored to be a participant in Mr. Bennett's New Orleans People's Program is layered.  On a personal level, I'm at a stage more then ever to not be in the shadows though some who know me would balk at the idea of my being in the shadows at all!  But 5 of the last 6 years, I felt like I was, that somehow I had lost me starting a forced "sabbatical" one not of my liking or choosing.
 
Now reflecting back, I see that time as a molding, a shaping that will render a deeper rhythm while I'm reemerging.   The "shadows" have been embraced, the stories & experiences that were reaching out sometimes whispered, sometime with a plaintive cry,will definitely frame with not only my art but in other ways yet to be rediscovered.
 
just in the last several months, I thought I was feeling like my old self until I came to grasp I had not.  I actually came to be a far better me & what has been showing up, I really liked. I've always liked me, but this enhancement is even juicier.
 
There was no major, dramatic made for TV moment that cause this to happen.
 
I simply was ready...
 
This Hard Head Woman was ready...
 
"Sometimes it is the smallest decision that can change your life"~ Keri Russell

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Distractions-Nat'l Poetry Month






Distractions

By Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney ©12



There are too many things that can serve as a distraction

That can lead to a disaster.

Some can be innocent but still master...

Some are mundane others are downright insane.

If one is not mindful

Some of these things can suck you in, suck you dry

Taking out all the joy that makes you fly.

And the process making it the main thing…

Instead of the lame thing…

That unearned focus can drain your bounty, even your fame.

Distractions by its very name

As in a lil bit of this

And a lot of that

Can force all your hopes smack down in the drain…

Where all that you are to become actually ends up as sewage

(And there will be no one to blame)

Inflamed…

Needlessly hopelessly “I’ve been framed”!

You’re allowing distractions to be the bane of your existence…

No matter how minor or mundane

Can misappropriate center stage & became…

A colossal error of which you can reframe…

Leaving behind that dinner party where nobody came.

Distractions is the twisting of the neck not unlike a crane

Looking downright foolish

And la deed a lame

A waste of precious time & possibly your name

Now wouldn’t that be insane.

All rights reservedJHM3-31-12©revised 4-20-13


The quote below does not mean anyone should walk around paranoid, hyper-vigilant, wary, over suspicious.  We havemore then enough of that in the world today. This quote from this very smart young man is, however, spot on.

Pay attention to this young man, Trent Shelton, you're going to hear many great things from him!

http://youtu.be/iUYVVIC0wFs


(no More) Standing in the Shadows-poem

Trent Shelton

http://youtu.be/nTUjuSNKO_Y




Standing in the Shadows


By Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney©13



There will be no standing in the shadows…

I/my/we…

Will not/won’t not/have not be not

Now matter how tempting, how enticing it may appear in the shade

Casted by somebody else’s shadow.

The flood lights will shine brilliantly

‘Cause this chicka chickiedee bebe said to me.

“This is your awakening…

Smooth your way out of the way of your self”



Or as Trent would say “Stitch your wings back on & fly”!

So your prodigious fabulousness will fire up to the never…

Ever…

Whatever…

(I’ll still be loving you) *



Pulsate, shimmer & shine…

Simmering in a refined

Going to the next line

Of His Grace in a powerful race.

So the chickie, chickie bebe said.



I’ll not stand in the shadows of others’ incomplete dreams

Or incoherent screams

That masquerade as laughter but really is a scheme…

They’ve done all they could to hold you in the shadows of what they’ve deemed

Your place, not your grace.



This moon will prance & romance among the stars, gas & dust …

In a distinguish assembly of love supreme…

Winking & nodding as she stands proudly on a cloud

Orchestrating what it can be

Of what it will be.



She said” I don’t want to be shaded by someone else’s’ shadow

Of incomplete dreams or fearful schemes”

She/They/We know that while it appears ferocious

And the world is atrocious

Or pain’s shadow blinds so one may think they cannot breathe.



You can.

“Breathe now child, Breathe

So the chicka chickie bebe said.

Look in right direction for His protection

An invitation that does not require an RSVP.



There will be no standing n the shadows undercover in someone else’s fear

And unnatural clauses that will make you pause…

From making a way even out of no way…

To His Way, to the truth & the light

So the Chicka, chickie bebe said.



(I’ll be loving you always)*

All rights reservedJHM4-20-13 © revised

Monday, April 15, 2013

BreatheNow, Breathe...It is Done.

"Failure should be our teacher, not our undertaker". George Frasier




I had to remind myself to breathe when I learned on Friday that the book I wrote an essay and poem for was released the day before!  It is done and comes what may, I know I've done the right thing.  There is so much shaming and trying to force be people into being less of themselves because of circumstances beyond their control or perhaps in their control, just maybe not knowing that serves no one.  We have to, we must learn power with not power over others.  It serves no real purpose for things to continue the way things have. Mankind has not improved doing the status quo.





I am delighted to announced that the Book "No Vacancy" edited by AJ LaStarr of which I was one of the selected authors was released this past Thursday April 11th. The official book signing was held in St. Louis on Friday April12th,2013.


100% of the saleswill go to a women homeless shelter, Shalom House, in St. Louis. It was my honor to write the essay "Stumbled, Fumbled, Roared & Thundered" and the poem "Undefeated" for this book (see page 82.


I strongly urge anyone to purchase the book, not for my ego, but all sales will go to a variety of homeless shelters around the country. True enough it is a painful subject no one, including the homeless population, would choose to have it in existence, but it is. Hiding & pretending will not make it go away. Nor will affixing blame. If you think it cannot happened to you, it can, in a blink. Or I bet there are people you know who have but are hiding that info because of societal attitudes, including fear, toward the homeless.

 

By purchasing the book or passing it along, you will indeed be passing it forward. When you understand that the vast majority of the homeless is NOT the stereotype but majority children & the elderly. With all the wealth this country has, it should not be happening. But the sad reality it is. And as quietely as it is kept, it is not majority people of color.



The editor told me me she received thousands of submissions from all over the world, so it makes me particularly humbled that I was selected. It is done now, it is out there. I don't know nor oddly OK with whatever comes from this. This was my contribution, my passing it forward with no pretense. I'm still not out of the woods completely, just on phase 2 getting ready to make a quatem leap.

In the meantime, get the book or pass it forward. The cost is $10.00 and can be purchase online at Barnes & Nobles and:www.amazon.com.  Either myself or the editor or I would safely guess some of the other writers would be available to speak to any group.



I'm breathing a lot better today!