Who are 'we' women of 'this' age?
We grew up in a time of hope and of innocence. A time when the cries of love and peace rang louder than the thunder of distant war. We wore bell-bottom jeans and mini-skirts and long strings of beads. We rocked to the music of The Beatles...the Grateful Dead...the Rolling Stones. We rapped to the rhythm of the Motown beat. We ate cheeseburgers and fries and malt shakes. We were Sesame Street’s first audience, and loved Mr. Rogers. We adored the Brady Bunch...and dreamed of being as strong and independent as Mary Tyler Moore. We played hopscotch and four-square and ran free.
When man took his first steps on the moon, we cheered. We cried when John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King were assassinated. We were champions of equal rights. We were daughters of the feminist and sexual revolution. We believed that we could pursue our dreams and become whoever we wished and hoped to be.
We talked on hard-wired telephones with old-fashioned rings and busy signals. We listened to music that was recorded on long-playing vinyl. Mail was delivered by our local mailmen to our front door. Dinner left over from the previous night was reheated in a conventional oven. The television that we watched was in black and white. There was no technicolor in that magical ‘Land of Oz’.
We were girls of the 60’s. We knew only what we knew...and never imagined how the world might change.
We are now of ‘this’ age. Not quite old enough to be truly wise, not young enough to be that innocent and naïve. Each on our own creative path and journey we stretch, we reach out, we look up to the vast sky for the answers. Searching for our individual voice..and style...and coming from all corners of the globe - we have bravely put ourselves out there on this great world wide web, where anything and everything is possible. A universe that was once confined to our backyards has opened itself to our searching fingertips. We believed.
Found through our shared but unique histories and our creative passions we've connected. Most of us have never met or talked in person. We know nothing about each other’s daily lives. But - it is here that we have arrived. It is here that we gather. It is here that we sit ...break our daily bread...share our day's stories. We write. We photograph. Each contributing in her own voice - together we fill this shared blank canvas with our art.
We communicate by email. The music we buy online comes to us on MP3’s. We re-heat last night’s dinners in microwaves. And the television we watch is now high-definition and full color.
The children we once were, we are no longer. The world that once was...has changed. We’ve grown. We’ve evolved. We have come to believe that we are better versions of ourselves than the ones we once were.
Still full of hope. Still believing that the sounds of peace and love will drown out those rumbles of distant war.
We are women of 'this' age. Connected here - thru 'Vision' and thru 'Verb'.
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