Bridget Moynahan, actress BLUE BLOOD
Bridget Moynahan's elegant beauty underlines something value and attainable: impeccability, a strong belief in something larger than herself, and a strong work ethic. How does a Mother, a woman teach this to girls?
There was hardly anyone on the train yesterday afternoon. Two teenager girls got on the train posturing, and self-conscious. Obviously trying to appear suave, mature, and elegant they strutted like short peacocks to their seats, and plopped down as if the cameras were rolling. They flipped out their cell phones with flair typical of young people who have a limited sense of what is important or real. The two Black girls carried themselves as if they reached outward for answers, got some, and otherwise conducted their lives without a grasp of what womanhood entailed in truth.
A few stops later I looked up because something disturbed the atmosphere. An elegant woman stepped on the train. As she walked down the aisle looking at seats I could hear soft music around her. Her black hair bounced around a round olive colored face lightly made up. Not skinny or fat she moved carefully guided by an unperceived wind that sustained an appearance of soft movement when she sat down and crossed her legs. The short black boots matched the black body suit that climbed luxuriously upward and under a dark mini skirt worn tastefully with a soft gray short coat. She cast her eyes around the car obviously not interested in her audience, but in the condition of the train car, and pulled out something to read. Neither polite, or obtuse she was simply elegant, mature, comfortable, and content within herself.
I glanced at the two teenage girls. They were spell bound. Transfixed is a better word. They were sitting directly across from her studying her every movement, and ingesting every subtle thing communicated to them.
Standing next to her when we had to get off at L’Enfant Plaza felt good. I was excited because my medicine told me to speak to her, and I did. I told her what kind of impact she had on those two girls. I only had two minutes to speak. She turned into a luminous being when she absorbed the story, and I, from my heart, blessed and commended her for that one simple act of being herself, and unconsciously teaching two girls who didn’t know how to ask the questions about their womanhood. – Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories