We are the calm to raging storms and the quiet ponds of Bended oxbow our curves, the banks that bolster firm against erosion our voice the subtle power of healing words from soothing throats our wounds the sacred chambers hold, we hold it all inside fibers move as lungs that shrink and swell aligning to the changing tides. We are the givers of life
J Stout
@DarkMoonMusings · 0:32
This is such a beautiful ode to women. The nurturers, the lifegivers, the comforters. And I feel like it's an ode to mothers too, because we are the ones that they run to with their hurts and their fears. And regardless of ours, we're always there with open arms and open hearts just waiting to catch them. Beautiful
Adenike Nana Esie
@nourishyou · 1:00
Thank you, Janice. And you're right, actually, on reflection, when I wrote this, it was much more an ode to motherhood. I was channeling grandmothers, mothers, my own experience of being a mother. So actually, I might change the description. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I felt like reading it
Swell Team
@Swell · 0:15
J Stout
@DarkMoonMusings · 0:41
I haven't been on clubhouse a whole lot here in the past month and a half or so. So I'm really glad you decided to come here, because otherwise I might not have gotten to hear this. And I really, really did love it. I think it's important that we, I don't know, acknowledge maybe the mothers and grandmothers and aunts and all the strong women in our lives that have done so much for us
Yes, yes. Fingers snapping on this piece. As a woman, I feel every word of this. It resonates through me and around me, in my mind, in my heart, in my spirit. I absolutely loved this piece. And as you know me so well, I love ties to nature and the elements. And you brought so much of that to this piece. And I feel like that women are so elemental