Pamela Leavey

International Women’s Day: Watch Us Stand Strong

Pamela Leavey — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 14:31:38 +0000

Today is International Women’s Day. Given that, I wanted to share a poem I wrote in 1994:

Watch Us Stand Strong

Long have we walked
Through the valley of our sadness,
Searching for a way
To end all the madness.
Long have we toiled,
Silent and unnoticed,
Suppressing our knowledge
And our gift to heal the world.
We are large by number,
We are small through the ages,

There are few that have spoken,
Few that dare to read
Our pages.
We are mothers,
We are daughters,
We are sisters,
We are friends;
We contain the lifeblood,
And the passion
Of all the universe
In our souls.
We are women,
Full of knowledge,
And beauty;
The Queens of our planet.
We are home now,
Watch us stand strong,
It is time to heal
Our world.

c. Pamela J. Leavey 1994

Inspire

Pamela Leavey — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 05:24:35 +0000

Inspire…..Peace
Inspire….. Love
Inspire…..Understanding
Inspire…..Compassion

c. Pamela J. Leavey 03/13/03

Moving Forward Everyday

Pamela Leavey — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 12:27:25 +0000

There may be stumbling blocks along the way, but I am moving forward everyday. — Pamela J. Leavey

The Aftermath

Pamela Leavey — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 04:53:02 +0000

I drove around the Amesbury — Newburyport area today while my power was out. Not much else to do. I had my camera with me but some how I only got around to taking two photos. These were on Ferry Road in Newburyport, at Curzon Mill Road. Curzon Mill Road was completely blocked off from a couple of large pines that were totally uprooted:

There was a lot of this in the area today. One of the worst storms I remember from my years here earlier in life. It’s good to be home…

Powerless in Amesbury

Pamela Leavey — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 00:05:01 +0000

I posted here last night that we were in the midst of a wild storm with driving rain and howling winds. Soon after I lost power. We’re in hour 21 now of the outage and I have heard through the town rumor mills that it could be Monday before power is restored in some of the many places that have power outages in the area.

I’m hanging out in Starbucks in downtown Newburyport right now with my laptop and a cup of Pike’s. Power is on in most of downtown Newburyport and downtown Amesbury. My house is right off downtown Amesbury, but we’re not among the lucky ones.

The temperature in the house was 54 when I left a couple of hours ago. Thank goodness it is not bitter cold out. The stove works (gas) and we still have hot water. I’m grateful for that.

I went out with the camera today but did not get far with taking photos of the downed trees that were in big part a cause of the power outages. I’ll be out tomorrow and will be post some photos… Not much to do with out power but hang out in Starbucks and partake of the WiFi.

UPDATE: I got home from Starbucks and my power was on… Thank goodness. Lot’s of folks I know are still in the dark.

Howling Winds and Driving Rain

Pamela Leavey — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 03:32:36 +0000

It’s a wild night here in Amesbury, MA tonight with howling winds and driving rain. My power has been surging for the past 30 minutes or so but no outages yet. I feel as though it’s imminent. We’ve got coastal flood warnings in effect… It may be a long night for many who live along the banks of the Merrimack.

Walk To The Beat

Pamela Leavey — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 00:01:37 +0000

I walk to the beat
Of The Goddess’s drum,
I sing her ancient song;
I call out her name
But, she already knows mine.
I am her sister,
I am her daughter,
She is crone,
I am apprentice.
I feel her heartbeat
In every beat my heart takes;
She speaks to me in my sleep,
She speaks to me when I am awake.
I follow closely in her footsteps
I learn my lessons well;
I have claimed myself as part of her
And she as part of me.
She listens quietly
When I cry out in pain;
She wisely heals my ills.
She gives me hope
By her very purpose
Takes me back where I come from.
I walk to the beat
Of the Goddess’s drum,
I sing her ancient song.
She fills me with her many gifts;
I bless her with my love,
Devotion pure, divine and boundless
For she there is no less.
I am her sister,
I am her daughter,
She is crone,
I am apprentice.
I claim her wisdom
As part of mine,
I share her with my sisters;
For she exists in every woman
Who hears the call of their name;
From hidden place
Thought long lost,
She rises like the sun.
It is the Goddess
In every woman,
Who walks to the beat
Of her drum.

c. Pamela J. Leavey 1997

(Inspired by: When the Drummers Were Women, by, Layne Redmond)

The Light

Pamela Leavey — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 17:23:03 +0000

The light is always shining true…

Remember The Harvest

Pamela Leavey — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 03:40:32 +0000

When life labors your growing season with many rocks in the garden, remember the harvest. When the flowers bloom and the fruit on the vines are ready to be savored, the rocks seem so insignificant.

c. Pamela J. Leavey February 16, 2010

Imagination

Pamela Leavey — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 14:49:01 +0000

“Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.” — George Bernard Shaw