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Woman
On Mother’s Day - a poem by Maya Angelou. Phenomenal Woman.
“Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
”
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safe and wild
“you keep me safe. i’ll keep you wild.”
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different
the universe
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everything
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white
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be daring, be different
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change
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wonderful
interior inspiration
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language
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choose
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the arena
““It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.””
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daily life
“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life”
Image from own collection. Curacao.
painting of the sky
As the earth turns away from the sun, and paints the sky with its goodbye, it brings us comfort that the nights will be glowing with the stars and soon a new day shall start again. I fall in love with these moments. These memories, forever engrained in my mind.
There is something magical seeing the sunset and rise on the other side of the earth.
Image from own collection. South Africa April 2019. De Beers Nature Reserve.
the small things
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Image from own collection. April 2019. Keukenhof.
magical things
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper”
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interior inspiration
“what if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?”
tulips
“The earth laughs in flowers.”
Photo from my own collection. Keukenhof. April 2019
Photo from my own collection. Keukenhof. April 2019. 18 years of friendship.