Woman – The Quintessence. Quiet. Queen… in all forms
The pure and concentrated essence of a substance.
I want to sit for a while without judgment, speculation or hearsay.
No questions, quotes or qualms about the meeting.
We spend too much time speculating about each other, looking for ways to damage each other…
Yet, I don’t know you. You are a stranger to me. You were a stranger … Until Now
Your prettied face and rouged lips might hide the pain, the fear, the wonder… But I see it in your eyes.
These are my sisters. I met them long before they became brides.
Some, before they joined their lovers on the other side.
If I walked you home after the ritual bath… I was advised to hold my head up high
Your clanging jewels, trinkets, rudraksha seeds, weighed you down … Come, hold my hand.
As you walked to receive your crown… I was there. I was there to remind you to hold your head up high
I was there walking with you… a real woman defends her clan.
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All Photos: Bedouin Woman by Jodi Cobb,Wodaabe Bride by Carol Beckwith & Angela Fisher, A Geisha in Shadow by Jodi Cobb, Afghanistan-Hazara by Steve McCurry, Mursi Tribeswoman Ethiopia by Jodi Cobb, Moroccan Bride by Carol Beckwith & Angela Fisher, Paduang Woman by Cherie Faiella, Serbia Fashion by Igor Markov, Brazil-Salgueiros Parader by Nelson Antoine/fotoarena/latin content/getty images, Bridal Procession…by Antonino Puppi via National Geographic
Until Next Time…
Ask. Believe. Receive. ©