When we imagine caring about women, what do we think of? I’d love to know –
loving supportive words that let her and everyone know its not her fault?
Being brave enough to ask questions –
brave enough to stick with survivors through thick and thin and refuse the many messages to “just get over it”
gentle enough to hold the sorrow, and still smile with sisters
gentle enough to say No
to huffly puffly bureaucrats Nooooooooooooooo Noooooooooooo like the breeze in the trees, no to dominance and destruction
just waking up out of the stupor that rocks us into comfy apathy and compliance
just lightly stepping off the merry-go-round of victim-blaming and misogyny
gentle enough to quickly puncture with a single needle, the chorus puffing up with arrogance
how about deepening our voices to a bass thrum of ceaseless humming power “Nooooooooooooooo”
how about dancing “Yessssssssss”
holding the heartbreak of lost friends and family who cannot see a new dawn, hoping for them to come along one day
the monstrous stomping mares who do the bidding of their masters – can we breathe them in and breathe out power? breathe out peace?
dancing with the stars, dancing with the moon, dancing on the earth
pulling the universe into our round
photo by Olga
I think of patience, intense listening, lifting each other up, no competition just celebrate every victory . The feeling of being heard, being honest, no judgement. Loving and supporting every woman. Sharing strength.
on from strength to strength –
The shared healing power in the beauty in your words.
Thank you