Every woman is wonderful. Of course, I am prejudiced, I am one of them. We are a merry bunch. Among us I can think of Jane Austen, Emily Dickinson, George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans) who created their own soft paths into many hearts on this planet.
We sometimes place our hearts and feelings in visible places only because we attain to More.
We are a wonder and wanderers yonder. We can be whomever if we want. Because we have the ability of imagination, resilience and warmth to seek for the impossible.
“Strive for the impossible to achieve the best of what is possible.” – Immanuel Kant
Sometimes instead of “the impossible” we get the worst that is possible, nevertheless we are here to strive not to complain. We are lesser to give up when Hope winks from just around the corner. We pride in our willingness to change ourselves and do better. Our patterns are not inflexible and rigid.
Maybe we slug our way into things and beings but our trail is stardust.
We dare to think bigger even if we know we might fail. Perseverance is our middle name. We relive stories of patience and failure.
Picking up Jane Austen‘s words – young ladies are so accomplished, they have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, dancing and modern languages. They constantly improve their minds by extensive reading, their lives by extensive smiling. They do everything and run after their ideas with the easiness of a daffodil in love with the sun.
2017. The year of the gentlewomen with dreams.
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne
Art by Ernest Fiene.