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Tuareg Warrior Girl

The daughter of the mother stands ready Tightly gripping her spear. She is the first girl perhaps the first of many to take up arms, to caravan the Sahara. When she returns, if she returns, She will be both daughter and son of the mother She will embody woman and man And bring us back. She standsdefiant, unafraid; Nervous, shy, apprehensive The camel kneels, bows its head. Go, child. The desert awaits you. Your people await you.

The Henna Page Calendar 2013


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Foreword
The 2013 Henna Page Calendar
For the 2013 Henna Page calendar, we concentrated on working with African-American models. African peoples have a wide range of body adornment techniques and styles, both permanent and temporary. We chose materials and designs to emulate those traditions and to give each picture its own story from native African or African diaspora culture. Over the years, our calendar has increasingly become a team effort. This year, we hosted seven artists and over a dozen models for the week-long project. The days were long and challenging for everyone but also full of fun and good spirits. We're very thankful to have had such a great team and we look forward to working with them all in the future. The 2013 Henna Page calendar is available as a free download from our website at: http://www.hennapage.com/henna/calendar/index.html This calendar is our annual gift to everyone who's supported the site over the years. Roy Jones

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Mother of Oceans
Yemaja wakes, and A storm brews under the sea, Yemaja blinks, and An eddy off the Agulhas current Stirs the ocean depths, churns the sea floor Yemaja breathes, and Warm, salty water swirls into the bitter Atlantic. Yemaja stretches, and The cold and the warm explode Into new life. Yemaja smiles.

January
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Ethiopian Cross
Were just wayfaring strangers Travelling through This world of woe. By the waters of Babylon Where we sit down Lord, how we weep When we remember Zion Nobody knows the trouble I see Nobody knows my sorrow Those who carried us Away to captivity Require of us a song But tell me how can we sing In a strange land? Blow your trumpet, Gabriel. Blow louder, louder. That trump will blow me home To the new Jerusalem. Daughter of Babylon, May you be destroyed; O happy day, When you are served As you have served us.

February
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Not Today
Impassive, the grandmother sits. Around her, teeming voices swarm, Insistent, arrogant, fearful, angry, indignant: Its beautiful. Its sacred. Its tradition. They fall silent and look at her, A study in fierce bronze, Waiting for her to speak. No. She will not be marked today.

March
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Nyansapo
My father always said, Wisdom is a knot that must be, that cannot be untied. To become wise, a man must disentangle the strands of knowing. He must embrace peace and generosity He must reject greed and violence. He must understand the whole. A wise man, my father said, knows how to untie the knot without untying it.

April
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All-holy Mother of wisdom, Who enlightens all who come into this world, Let thy light illuminate me and open my mind to knowledge, That I may grow in wisdom. The Lord Jesus Christ, Thy son and my God, said, "Apart from me, You can do nothing." In faith I embrace His words. I entreat Thy goodness, Holy Mother, To send Thy grace to strengthen my mind, That I may learn well. Thank You, Wise Mother, For Thy strength and guidance in my work. Thou and Thy Son are the fulfillment of all good things. Fill also my soul with joy and gladness, That I may praise You always. Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Amen.

May
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Josephine
Qui tait-elle? Qui suis-je? They only talk about the music the voice the body. They only remember the dancing the costumes the shows. But when I look at those old photos: ma grand-mre, La Rosette de la Rsistance, une Chevalire de Lgion d'Honneur, And when I put on her crumpled outfits her dancing shoes, her smile Je deviens vaillant, And I will change the world.

June
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Three Erzulie
Papa Legba, open the door! Odu Legba, ouvri pt la! Dantor Prete'm kouto, defend the family Prete'm pwenyad, protect the children Lend me a knife, lend me a dagger, Prete'm kouto, prete'm pwenyad Freda She is cool, li fre, she is Freda Give her white roses and pink carnations Give her what she wants, Freda O! she doesn't eat people anymore Freda O! Li pa manje moun anko La Siren I serve the Whale, The Mermaid possesses me My hat fell into the sea. Chapo'm tonbe nan la me.

July
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August
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The Unseen Mother


She dances. She flirts. She weeps. She calls us to Ecstasy. She resents. She withholds. She prevails. She calls us to Strength. She listens. She heeds. She answers. She calls us to Devotion. She creates. She nurtures. She heals. She calls us to Beauty.

September
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Broken
No one will call me smart. (get up) No one will call me pretty. (get up) I am, however, (get up) Strong, (get up) Disciplined, (get up) Finely tuned, (get up) And proud to be part of a well-oiled machine. (so get up) I have given (get up) My bloodsweattearspridetime (get up) To make my body the instrument that it is. It's all I have. Why, now, did it have to break?

October
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The Nomads
We are the wanderers Guardians of the sacred cattle as they graze the savannah. We are fierce warriors. We fight back the desert, We protect Enkai Neroks cattle, We keep the land safe from harm. If we pause, Enkai Nanyokie will be angry If we halt, the cattle will die, The land will die. If we stop, we will die.

November
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Rhythms
Rhythm of the body Heartbeats walk speak dance Rhythm of the land Hoofbeats hunt make grow Rhythm of the spirit Drumbeats sing shine live

December
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Image Credits

Cover Bodyart by Beth Boyd Hendrickson Photography by Roy Jones Montage by Alex Morgan Words by Elizabeth Howard

January Bodyart by Robin Jaeckel Photography by Roy Jones Montage by Alex Morgan Words by Elizabeth Howard

Febuary Bodyart by Deborah Brommer Photography by Roy Jones Montage by Alex Morgan Words by Elizabeth Howard

March Bodyart by Paul Hernandez Photography by Roy Jones Montage by Alex Morgan Words by Elizabeth Howard

April Bodyart by Deborah Brommer Photography by Roy Jones Montage by Alex Morgan Words by Elizabeth Howard

May Bodyart by Olena Wilshanetsky Photography by Roy Jones Montage by Alex Morgan Words by Elizabeth Howard

June Bodyart by Wendy Rover Photography by Roy Jones Montage by Alex Morgan Words by Elizabeth Howard

July by Deborah Brommer, Wendy Rover and Robin Jaeckel. Montage by Alex Morgan Photography by Roy Jones Words by Elizabeth Howard

August Bodyart by Robin Jaeckel Photography by Roy Jones Montage by Alex Morgan Words by Elizabeth Howard

September Bodyart by Wendy Rover Photography by Roy Jones Montage by Alex Morgan Words by Elizabeth Howard

October Bodyart by Beth Boyd Hendrickson Photography by Roy Jones Montage by Alex Morgan Words by Gwyneddh Jones

November Bodyart by Olena Wilshanetsky Photography by Roy Jones Montage by Alex Morgan Words by Elizabeth Howard

December Henna Art by Alex Morgan Photography by Isabella Bonev Montage by Alex Morgan Words by Elizabeth Howard

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Contributors
Beth Boyd Hendrickson. New World Henna. Memphis, Tennessee Deb Brommer. Ohio Body Art. Columbus, Ohio Catherine Cartwright-Jones. TapDancing Lizard LLC. Stow, Ohio Paul Hernandez. Hennawi House Body Art. Pennsacola Florida Elizabeth Howard PhD. Kent State University. Kent, Ohio Robin Jaeckel. Henna Rising. Rochester, New York.
Gwyneddh Jones. Bittersweet's. Stow, Ohio

Roy Jones. Street Level Technologies. Stow, Ohio Alex Morgan. Spellstone. UK Wendy Rover. Roving Horse Henna. Portland, Oregon Olena Wilshanetsky. Bent Tree Design. Athens, Ohio

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