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A is for today's thoughts, ACHIEVE!
All the stories I tell are in bit and pieces over the vast net in different phases of editing on my computer.
ABLE WOMEN, or Damsels in Distress
For the A2Z Blog Challenge, each day I collected the various versions of a story and combined the various bits and pieces into the best-written with a driving female narrative. Then framed the story, TheStoryRealm, with the corresponding letter.
I collected folktales about mighty maidens and wise women who were damsels in distress and overcame tyranny and suppression by facing social dominance, male voice. As a child and young adult, I believed males had it all. Then as yesterday, treated as a second-class person as include in these words:
--> female, second to a male;
--> lady, second to a lad;
--> women, second to the men;
--> she or her, second to he;
---> heroine, second to the hero!
Unfortunately, 'he' still leads and solves the problems and dilemmas of our world. As a girl and teenage youth pushed from the success frame because of my sex, I need a voice. So now I edit with a mature feminine voice about my concession to oppression caused by a societal norm of 'him”, as my antagonist in my loved folktales.
For fun today a story is from Aesop Fables,
The Oak and the Reeds
A magnificent Oak stood proudly by a quiet pool and, at its feet grew a cluster modest and slender reeds. Whenever a high wind blew, the tree stood firm as a mountain reaching its limbs high into the sky. The reeds could only bend and bow.
"No wind can ever make me bow my head," said the proud Oak.
"Wait and see,'" whispered the reeds as they swayed with the wind, "Wait and see."
Soon came a furious storm. The reeds were shaken and tossed in the gust this way and that way. The mighty Oak stood tall and straight, defying the storm. The wind came faster and more ferocious. At last, the Oaks roots tore from the ground; the tree fell with a crash.
After the storm passed in the morning light, the reeds stood tall. "You see!" They said softly to the falling Oak. "We bowed to the wind, and we survive. You resisted and perished."
Compiled by Jerry Pinkey, Norstar, 2000, pages 80-81.
I face my nemesis, and I bow, bend to what once I believed.
