Meditations for Queer Femmes — Singing and Singing!

The other day, Tex was out walking in the neighborhood, noticing and remembering. Here was where the wisteria vine used to be, before a McMansion was built and glommed up the old lady’s garden. Here’s another huge McMansion on the grave of a dear little ranch. And another. Here’s where our sweet pug friend Violet used to live, before she went over the rainbow bridge. Here’s where a neighbor saw and reported to us that our son and his friends were smoking cigarettes. Sometimes it feels like there’s nothing but sadness and bother going on around where we live. But then Tex walked past a front lawn garden where once upon a time there were chemicals and nary a dandelion. She waved at the baby snowsuited up and rolling by in her stroller, daughter of new neighbors, young queer parents. And she heard birdsong: chickadees, finches, a Carolina wren.

“And it was coming from our yard, baby!” she told me, radiant.

Our yard, where she’s been caring so lovingly for the birds, filling feeders with the best food, keeping them clean, changing the water in the birdbath every morning, scavaging Christmas trees so the winter birds have a bit more cover. Thank you, say the birds, thank you, they sing.

My darlings, my peachy keen passionate femme sisters, you, too, are singing and singing! What you touch, what you love, what you put your heart into, no matter the quirks or difficult days or misunderstandings and loss, what you grow with your kindness and attention radiates out into the street, into the neighborhood, into the lives of people you don’t even know. Your song makes the world more nuanced, more wide-open to connection, more sweet.

Sing and sing, you brilliant queer femme music makers! You are an integral part in the chorus of healing and of love.

Every Monday, I offer a Meditation for Queer Femmes, in the spirit of my maternal grandmother, Mimi, who was fabulous, and from whom I inherited her Meditations for Women.

At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday, and Femme Friday on Friday. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”) And…as I go through life life life, I will post as I am able, Mabel.

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4 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. How beautiful!


  2. Thank you for this sweet reminder of those little daily uplifting moments … like birdsong! You made my day.

  3. Oh, I’m so glad! Those sweet moments do make a beautiful patchwork quilt, for sure. Thanks so much for stopping by! xottf

  4. xoxottf

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