Monday, February 14, 2011

So this weekend I ran with gazelles...


Gazelle is derived from the Arabic ghazăl. Appreciated for its grace, it is a symbol most commonly associated in Arabic literature with female beauty. One of the traditional themes of Arabic love poetry involves comparing the gazelle with the beloved, and linguists theorize that ghazal, the word for love poetry in Arabic, is related to the word for gazelle.

I spent this weekend in New York with a herd of gazelles. Like seriously, hard core gazelles. These women are compassionate and thoughtful and kind and deep. They ask questions and really listen to the answers. They are grateful for their friendships. They are grateful for the blessings that have been bestowed upon them in their lives. They are equally grateful for the times they have faced difficulties and for the lessons they learned from those dark moments.

They are not afraid of growth and they embrace change, both in themselves and in the people around them.

They are not afraid to set intentions.

They are not afraid to ask for what they want.

They are not afraid to say thank you.

They embrace love and light.

It is an amazing feeling to be surrounded by strong, self-empowered women who own their beauty and confidence. I know that they haven't always and don't always feel this way. They are human and all of us struggle (daily) with our demons, our doubts, our insecurities. But this is why the herd is so important. This is why we need to carve out time with people who allow us the space to nurture the best life has to offer. To walk the streets and follow our hearts. To stop and look and listen and take pictures and read poetry and eat good food and laugh and talk and nap and and soak it all in. This is high quality self care and many women (and men) do not ever take the time to do it. But I believe that it's just as important as air and water and shelter.

This herd, well, this is a herd I am proud to be a part of. This herd is a gift I have been given. And I am so grateful for these particular winter days when I ran through the city streets with beautiful gazelles.


5 comments:

melissa said...

Oh love this is so beautiful. Thank you for your friendship and love and it was a wonderful weekend. We do need to gather the herd more often. xoxo

Elizabeth MacCrellish said...

run run running with gazelles!! oh yes, indeed-- I am so proud to be in that herd-- and LOVED all your background history on the word itself-- you coolio writer researcher hottie, you

xxo, E

Jason said...

Oh, Amy.
I'm speechless.
You have filled my heart to the brim.
I can't wait to see you again.
My deepest thanks and widest smile....

Jamie said...

That is some funny stuff....
"Jason" was logged into his gmail so it posted as him, not me.
we are both laughing hysterically!!!!

Tea House Studio said...

beaUTIFUL! love you, love them and yes!!!!! to all of it.

xoxo