Name her W o m a n

Woman, you are important.

Woman, you are necessary in this world.

Woman, you were made from man but you are not less important.

Woman, you were made in the image and likeness of God.

Woman, you are the thread that keeps your family together.

Woman, you are the strong bearer of good gifts and the tender lover of your children.

Woman, you do not need to shout to make your presence known.

Woman, you are adequate.

Woman, you are beautiful in your skin - black, white and in between.

Woman, you do not need to undress to be lovely.

Woman, the birth of you is proof enough of your cannot-be-bought value.

Woman, you bring remarkable joy.

Woman, you can do anything a man can do EXCEPT what only the man can do.

Woman, you can do everything a man can't do.

Woman, you are not in competition with man.

Woman, when you love, you love well and beyond.

Woman, you have the capacity to be excellent.

Woman, you are capable of fearlessly respecting those who do and do not deserve it.

Woman, your time is too precious to be wasted on pettiness.

Woman, you possess the grace to build other women up.

Woman, you have everything you need to live out your purpose - it is within you.

Woman, you engage in warfare and come out on top.

Woman, your humility is powerful.

Woman, your honour towards the men in your life goes against the standards of this world.

Woman, your confidence is empowering.

Woman, you are not afraid to stand alone for justice.

Woman, you stand beside others in empathy.

Woman, you choose courage every time you get back up.

Woman, your gentleness is not weakness.

Woman, your kindness is strength.

Woman, your generosity breaks sadness.

Woman, you overlook faults with understanding.

Woman, you set the record straight without condemning.

Woman, you are deep.

Woman, you have substance.

Woman, you are influential.

Woman, you are a gift waiting to happen.

Woman, you are a force to be reckoned with.

Woman, you are the poet and the poem.

Woman, you are a story worth telling.

Woman, you are a sweet sweet song.

Woman, yours is a name worth knowing.

Woman, yours is a legacy worth honouring.

Woman, your blood boils at injustice.

Woman, your mercy breaks the posts of injustice.

Woman, your intelligence is undeniable.

Woman, your education is for others.

Woman, your in-built womanly instincts are unique to your kind.

Woman, your heart is flesh and gold.

Woman, your boldness sparks fire in the dying embers.

Woman, you are a fierce protector.

Woman, you have the ability to bring kingdoms to nought and the strength of arms to rebuild.

Woman, your help is needed by men.

Woman, your womb hosts world-changers.

Woman, your mind is powerful.

Woman, your ideas are innovative and profound.

Woman, your stillness is a storm.

Woman, your quiet time is a delicate place of spiritual strengthening.

Woman, your honesty is brutal and refreshing.

Woman, battles are won in your prayer room.

Woman, you are co-heir to an establishment that your humanity cannot handle.

(Hint:) Woman, your Father is King over all.

Woman, Woman, Woman, Woman, Woman, Woman...

You are endless and I have barely even begun!

The Viewer

If you seriously thought the blog name was some kind of wordplay on Drake's Views from the Six, I commend you. You could not have hit the nail on the head more precisely.

679 is the three-digit country code that you would need to punch in before the other 7  and very necessary digits if you wanted to make a call to Fiji. Fiji, a group of islands in the South Pacific (west of Australia, north of New Zealand). We Fijians are quite reputable for our belly laughs, our insane unbeatable passion for rugby and ardent adoration for a ginger-haired Englishman named Ben Ryan. We even adopted him into our culture and installed him as chief of Fiji (because we can't decide which part of Fiji he's from... Between us, he's from my part of town).

But whose views are being framed on your computer screens? Whose views are you giving permission to mingle with your own philosophies when you navigate through Views from the 679? Initially, I thought they would be my own and that it would be charming to let the world know what an ordinary Island girl thought about global issues, local issues, fashion fads, culture, marriage, Beyoncé and how these affect me and the Islands I live in. Then it hit me that there are other Island-dwellers who would know these topics way better than I do. Instead of uttering words from the corner of inexperience on issues that I am far from expert on, I want to involve community and the real professionals--people who are laying the ground work in their respective fields.

Apart from that, we're going to embark on many virtual travels and I really don't know what else. Do come along, children. Come along.

"Vinaka vakalevu" (Thank you) in advance to the experts for what is going to be fun, informative, educational and discovered in conversation. WIN! Hats off to the amateurs (me).

Readers, march on (in your seats).

I don't write or speak for every 679-ian (Fijian). I understand we all have different ways of seeing things; we are allowed to. Views are my own unless otherwise stated. Remember to Follow by Email so that you do not miss out on a single view.

View Number Une

I have gone to great lengths to begin again. That is true to my overall social networking profiles and now that I think about it, it reflects real life as well. I've stripped down my social network portfolios to a limited few and it's liberating (various reasons). I've got headspace. In real life, I've returned to the One thing. Comical, isn't it? That therein lies the secret to defining life - finding the single thing that matters most and staying determined in one's heart to go hard after it. It doesn't mean letting go completely of everything wonderful that life has to offer but kill the things that threaten your pursuit of the One Thing. In a nutshell.

This gentleman arrived this morning (18.8.16)

Please raise your glass with me: TO NEW BEGINNINGS.

Post-script essay: My first cousin but practically my sister finally met her firstborn this morning, August 18 2016. He is perfect. I'll give you a peek into my true feelings regarding little people--I'm not big on babies especially newborns. "Babies are born, what's new?"

This little lad is different. He makes my heart melt. Newborns rarely have that effect on me. Maybe they get cuter a few months down the line but when they're fresh out of the womb, I'm probably pretending with my high-pitched compliments and well-timed gawks. Should I be honest next time and just be a ghost in the back of the room. What's that? Oh, outside the room? Funny.

My point is, I'm not pretending. I can't. I am undeniably and completely smitten. I vow in my heart to love him as my own and that applies whether I meet him tomorrow or 5 years from now (He's only a few hours' worth of connecting-flights and a 6-hour drive away in a quaint little town called Griffith, Australia). Aunt Mode: I love you to your wee little soul, lad. The soul, you and I are going to have long discussions about things concerning the soul. Until then, enjoy your long naps and nobody bothering you about it. Take full advantage of this kingly period where as little as you are, you have Mum, Dad and a whole fleet running around at your command. Don't rush into life. Let it happen. Praying for you, son. Love you.