True Heroism

Somehow through my limited years and awareness I have been fortunate to witness a daring and influential power shine from many of the women around me. To have the opportunity to adequately express the power that I see within these women is a priceless gift. My wish is that I can articulate the faith that I have in their ability to care for and strengthen this race. For if not for these women, my light would be a little dimmer.

Where in this dark and gloomy mass of a world is there a glimpse of hope? Who or what could turn a place that has become a cynical and incredulous scene into an unblemished and immaculate vista? My initial response, the one that creeps out of the deepest part of my soul and wills to be heard, is that there is not one single way to make it all go away. However, I do believe in hope and that we as women can call upon change and beacon it forward.

Women merge energy and power and carve a dull situation a colorful palate of detail. Each day they alter lullabies into symphonies, and tears of pain into seas of learning. Women make the details more delicious, the tunes more harmonious, and the moments more intense. It is their feminine blessing to sprinkle glimpses of hope and use a touch of empathy to encourage the discouraged. They are heroines in their truest form.

I find satisfaction in knowing that women have overcome the odds and lifted the fallen angel. That through their touch, their look, their compassion they have reached out to numbers unknown and left an imprint on their hearts. With their quiet and unassuming way they have made this world a little more beautiful and a little less daunting.

The following essays are dedicated to the women who have so touched me. They are inspired from the everyday women of this planet who are no longer fighting for suffrage but rather fighting against suffering. There has been a shift in the struggle and women are pulling together all of the ammunition they have and arming themselves against the constant brawls that surface. Recognition for the everyday women who are turning their so called “common” battles into triumphant victories must be recognized! I want them to know that for a moment in time their benevolence is noted. It is treasured.

Each day I plant a seed in my heart. I resolve that my seed will take root, that if I can touch one soul, share one smile, help to defeat one negative self image, thought, or feeling, then I have grown hope. I have slowly but surely strengthened the force that will conquer this rampant devastation. We are women. We are strong, exotic, beautiful souls that need attention, love, and care just as any other soul in this world. Yet ironically our destiny not only lies in that taking, but the giving as well.

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