Unconquered

She stands where the water kisses the sky. No longer afraid of the waves that roll over her bare toes or the sand constantly shape-sifting under her feet, she is drawn to the perpetual motion of the sea. An ancient whisper calls her, tugs her further on, lifting her hair as it dances round her shoulders. She listens, her whole body breathing in the movement of air, water, and the gentle kiss of sunset.

For too long she has lived in the darkness, cowering under a blanket of shame that they gave her. Tears her truest language, despair her closest friend. When she cried out, they shushed her and she almost became accustomed to having no voice. Almost.

They almost had her. Almost convinced her that an existence of inferiority, voicelessness and powerlessness was normal. Almost.

But the ancient whisper would not let them have her. It crept relentlessly from the womb of her truest mother, the earth. Like an umbilical cord, it fed her and nourished her and grew her until she could open her eyes and see for herself, her truest self. As she drank from the waters that both healed her and reflected her truth back to herself, she laughed for the first time. For she saw her self as she truly was.

Enough

Powerful

Beautiful

Strong

Brave

Wise

Unconquered

Stunned and afraid, they came running after her with the blanket of shame, desperate to cover her up again. But she refused and left them standing there, left them awkwardly holding their blanket of shame.

She stands where the water kisses the sky. She tilts her head as the wind calls her name and she realizes with deep gratitude that she is not alone. As the names of her sisters are called out, she turn to find them and together they move and change the world.

She is me. She is you. She is us.

 

Photo courtesy of Adrienne Gerber Photography.

World Fair Trade Day 2019

Today is a day to celebrate!
We celebrate innovations that empower women.
Pebble is giving over 12,000 women in Bangladesh a powerful voice in their communities. Not only are they able to provide for their families, they now help to make decisions and plan for the future.


We celebrate innovations that create economic opportunities.

Pebble is working hard to create equal and fair earning opportunities in areas of Bangladesh where traditional jobs are only available for men. Pebble guarantees these women are paid well above minimum wage.


We celebrate innovations that save the planet.

. Pebble is concerned about the environment and works in areas where natural forests and animals are endangered. By giving the women of these communities an alternative job, the natural habitat of the Bengal Tiger, among others, is now protected.

Pebble toys are handmade, without the use of electricity. The centers are within walking distance of their homes. We order in large quantities and have the toys shipped to us via sea, to keep the carbon footprint at a minimum.


We celebrate innovations in product development.

Jasmine, pictured in green and black below, is one of Pebble’s designers. The founder of Pebble can send her a picture of a new product, and Jasmine is able to quickly create a knit or crochet version of the item and then teaches others how to do the same.

Pebble is only one of many product lines that are changing the world. The Fair Trade Movement has made it incredibly easy for us as consumers, to daily impact the lives of families around the world, by making mindful purchases. You do not need to travel far to make the world a better place.

Happy World Fair Trade Day!

Photos courtesy of Adrienne Gerber Photography.

 

Finding Rest

It was nearing the end of the fourth day of sickness. Each day held more travel and I had pushed myself through a whole lot of crazy. Exhaustion held me in its grip and I felt like my land legs had left me when we stopped our travels for a walk down to these boats. There, walking the sand, with the wind gently pushing me on, I breathed in lungfuls of ocean air made warm with dazzling sunlight. I had pushed my body so hard to get to this point, though there were times when I could not push it any further, no matter how much I wanted to.

“Listen to your body” was a much-used phrase in our house when the boys were little. I still use it sometimes, mostly directed at myself these days. Our bodies are incredibly put together. My body knows when I am under stress before my brain even registers the thought and signals to me in the way I breathe and the muscles that wrap my shoulders. If I am listening, I can be my own best friend. I can step away from the chaos and sit in silence with a cup of coffee. I can do yoga to slow down my breathing and stretch the tension out of my muscles. I can journal or talk to a friend, walk in the park or lean into meditation. I can say no to stressful situations. I can give myself a time out. I can walk barefoot through the grass, feeling life itself push against the dry, cracked skin of winter’s feet.

It’s midday now. The Sampans are docked in the sand, the fishermen have laid down their nets, the morning catch of fish is drying in the sunshine. The quiet wraps around me and I breathe it in. I listen, as my body tells me what it needs.

Photo courtesy of Adrienne Gerber Photography.