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The stuff of women — collage
The picture that comes to mind is in a frame in my office, but that’s not where it was created or born. It is a collage of several different women that I put together when I became a single person again and lived in a different house.
There is one woman, slim with short brown hair, flared out from a breeze, her eyes covered in round, silver-rimmed sunglasses, white collared blouse with a dark, short jacket, hands in her pockets, standing on a bridge with tall cable spires behind her, and the words to preserve and protect alongside her. Her stance is upbeat and confident.
Another woman was Native American attired in tribal dress, her shoulders covered in a woven blanket. She was lovely and matronly with long black hair pulled back from her face holding a baby in a handmade carrier, a cradleboard, placed on her lap. I sensed her serene mother spirit when I gazed at her face.
The next woman was a modern businesswoman. The article told of her work stating how she talks about sex every day as an educator in the field.
There was also a beautiful, smiling woman’s face with the caption “Sometimes words are not enough.” To me it also meant a face is worth a thousand words.
The last woman remembered from the collage was a young woman, maybe in her 20’s or 30’s, in a pensive stance…
