Click, Click, Click, Clack

The cold never lasts, my darling.
It just teaches the heart how to burn.

I listened to the song Click Clack Symphony by Raye last night and it literally brought me to tears. This morning I played it for the girls on the drive to Starbees (it’s STAAR day for my 11-year-old, so I told them we could get a nice treat before school). They loved it and added it to their own playlists. In the time we had sitting in drop-off, I was able to explain, as best I could, the meaning in the song. I could tell that it made the girls think, and I love that. I also shared it with my sister, who was just as moved as I was.

I am going to take a little snippet here to fangirl over Raye. I’ve been listening to her for only a couple of years. The song that sucked me in is called “Oscar Winning Tears.” and if you take a listen to it, then you’ll understand why I immediately fell in love with the song, and her.

I don’t usually post twice in one week. I don’t necessarily have a schedule. I am trying to at least write once a week. I just find that today I have so many thoughts about womanhood.

See, what captures my emotion about the song is that at the core it is about us “girls” helping one another, lifting each other up when one of us is down. At one point she sings, “Who let the girls out? I did, I did, darling.” No “armoured knight” will save her. She will save herself…with the help of her girls. I have not been more passionate about creating a new friend circle. After the separation and divorce, I had to be very closed and careful about who I had around me and my girls. Now that we have endured the storm of that season, it’s calm and peaceful. Time to gather with the strong and amazing women that I know, because I know so many. SO MANY.

Each and every woman that I know right now, as of the time of writing this, is a woman who is strong, healing, a problem-solver, a blanket of love and care, a force to be reckoned with, beaming with divine light, the silent mover, the silent driver of their family, navigating uncharted territory. Are we fearless? No. Do we head into the storm anyway? Yes.

Violence in the streets, on the news, everywhere we look - we head into the storm.
62 million - we head into the storm.
A divisive government - we head into the storm.
Rising prices for everything - we head into the storm.
Only 24 hours in a day - we head into the storm.

Our children look to us for answers that we don’t always have, but we do our best to guide them. Or we might be in our 20s, 30s, 40s - hustling every day for our dream and not feeling like we are moving any closer.

We are the mothers and daughters that quite literally birthed generations. We are magic. We create life. And if we can fucking create life, wake up every day, move forward even if it is one step at a time, take care of ourselves and everyone else around us - if we can do all of this, then we can have enough respect for each other to squash the competitive cattiness and be a woman’s woman. Lift each other up. If I see your crown is crooked, I quietly fix it for you.

Queen, you are a wonder. You are a spark. Light it up.