We can´t taste it or see it, we can´t go out and buy it and sometimes we can´t find it even if we put out a full search for it - but we still write and sing, dream, talk, argue and think about it, because women know a lot about LOVE. It´s woven into the essence of our existence. The basic nature of women is to be generous with it and even offer it to those who least deserve it. Our strength and capacity to give love, to nurture and protect, makes the world go round and our unique energy flows through the genes of our daughters and grandaughters. Clarissa Pinkola says that ¨ the modern woman is a blur of activity....pressured to be all things to all people¨ That´s where we are - teacher, nurse, cook, lawyer, friend, lover, we spread ourselves thinly while smiling and scheming to hold it all together, through the ever changing commotion of life and we do it with devotion and enthusiasm. We are strong. We become the parents of our parents, we send our sons to war, we educate our daughters to be who they deserve to be.We forgive the unforgivable and start over. The love we cherish of our family and friends is the kindly gardener we need to water our souls.
A Sioux village wise man tells the story of how, even when the warriors have fled, the village is not lost until its women lay down to die. I love that, it says it all. Wherever we are, upfront or behind the scenes, a step ahead or three paces behind, wearing a bonnet or a burkha, women will keep doing what we do - because we do it out of love.
There is a story not found in history books, it can only be heard, listening to the whispers of women.
Rosa Montero.( Translated)
