take it with a grain of salt? (00:59)
sitting in the shade, beneath a maple tree, on locust walk today a dragonfly stood before me. floating in the air - suspended like an acrobat, hanging from a wire in the circus - it flew in circles and then continued to hover above the ground. and standing aside myself and this dragonfly were hundreds of women. each having their voice heard loudly. and simultaneously with the next. making a stand for who they were, and what they stood for. quietly. it was both amazing and incredible.
my voice is not heard as such. my voice is quiet and still like a rain drop on a sunny day. but yet my opinion is of a greater notion. making itself stand out prominent in the tall weeded grass of a field in the city. stating loud. and clear. what it feels.
maybe if all of our voices were so loud, yet so quiet, the differences that we strive to make and believe in...could come true.
then again. maybe they couldn't. who knows though until we try.
my voice is not heard as such. my voice is quiet and still like a rain drop on a sunny day. but yet my opinion is of a greater notion. making itself stand out prominent in the tall weeded grass of a field in the city. stating loud. and clear. what it feels.
maybe if all of our voices were so loud, yet so quiet, the differences that we strive to make and believe in...could come true.
then again. maybe they couldn't. who knows though until we try.