Woman, be kind

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Underneath the barriers

She had the goldest of heart

Enough compassion to fill the world

Fire in the belly  to feed an entire nation ; an entire revolution

Woman, be kind to your heart

Because there’s barbed wire on the outside

Woman, be kind to your soul

Because there’s a thief waiting on the otherside

Woman, be kind to the world

Because there’s still enough suffering to carry

Peel away the layers to find the gold you always had

The love you always kept for everyone to see

Image & Words by G. Violette

En attendant Ostara…

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Mais quand viendra le printemps?

Je l’attends toujours à la croisée des chemins. Il sait se faire attendre. Il y a environ 15 jours qu’il devait être içi avec son sac pleins de promesses. Il m’avait promis d’enlever tous ce qui pourrait obstruer ma route : terres gelées, chemins boueux et flaques d’eau interminables. Il m’avait même chuchoter à l’oreille : « Je te promets de faire fondre cette croute de glace pour ensuite l’évaporer dans l’atmosphère». Quel menteur! Je me gèle encore sous l’air nordique tandis que mes pieds glissent sous la glace.

J’attends ces vents doux, comme un baume réparateur, qui envahiront les recoins sombre de ma psyché et qui dégèleront la froideur installée en permanence dans mon coeur. J’attends sa lumière qui réduira en poussière les souvenirs alourdissants.

Il se fait attendre.

Il m’avait promis.

Quel est la nature de son retard?

Across the bridge and around the bend lies a river…



I woke up at dawn this morning to catch a few misty  snapshots. Getting out of bed wasn’t difficult, I was already getting up to feed my infant son Noah.

Once the baby is content and fed, I hand him over to Daddy who takes over. I am able to go out and explore. Satisfied to have a few hours  of careless wandering.

Eager to capture the surreal glow around me. But I wonder where is the sun? I was hoping to catch a few rays of light underneath this foggy cloak, but apparently it seems it’s going to be a gray day.

It doesn’t matter. I am still happy.

I got what I wanted. I still got my shots. I got to walk in the silence of the woody trails. I was able to breathe cool morning air.

I got back home to a fresh pot of coffee and breakfast made by Boyfriend.

Purgatory as Purification (Cleansing by Water)

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Grief took a hold of her heart and wouldn’t let go until she wished it away.

 Drop by drop the sadness  filled her until she found herself surrounded by past regrets.

Being submerged, to the waist, in a pool of water.

How could she get herself out of this uncomfortable wetness without feeling the bitter cold  air upon her skin?

How could she return to a dry and warm comfort?

Until she saw the predicament she found herself in as an opportunity to grow, she would never move on out of it.

Her place of pain was also her place of salvation.

This water she found herselg in could also cleanse and baptize her.

It could wash away the grime of all the darkest places she’s been.

She didn’t know that walking into the pain was her doorway out.