Politics is the road less travelled by women. I do believe we must be guided on this road because each of us has a story to tell. The story of the small celestial world we bear on our frail shoulders like so many miniature Atlases. We must be aided to make it bigger.
I have taken the road less travelled by being empowered to speak, to use my word-work in praise of our dreams, hopes, and determination to transcend our tiny realities into a macrocosm that breathes along with our heartbeats. I am already part of an international community that empowers women to have a voice.
I have named all these acts of empowerment: “Workwomanship”.
These words granted me attendance to a “Women in Politics” Workshop. Politics is not really my thing but I have a flair for humane communication and always crave learning new things.
of benevolence, friendship and kindness
have been engraved
on my heart
whose green veins tremble
with happiness and delight
at seeing, reading and admiring
your exquisite words-of-art and flowing imagery
Here … on Blue Insights.
Your minds drew letters
Upon my soul
I will wear them always
To humble and subdue
All the shimmers of the world.
This is my modest “payment” for the beauty and joy you have given me through knowing you and your beautiful art and my “currency” in thanking you for reading, appreciating and highlighting my words.
After I left the limbo, something broke and the words and the odds have become simple and clear. As in a song sheltered by the desert.
Indeed, you are right. After all, we have nothing but possibilities, to build and to fly.
Working hard, musing and vicariously traveling in the obscurity of the Unknown. Reading and rewriting the stories of tomorrow. Because at your fingertips there is an inventory of light that was once gloomy shadows.
You have created wonderful dominions with the power of your mind and imagination. And we have the same engine that sets us going, doing better and leaving abysses behind.
“We are the masters
of two small islands:
One of carton trees
and hollowed plastic flowers
where the moon lives.” — from Trapeze Artist of the Moon