calm - photo post

Lake Atitlan

One woman's manifesto

Women are the invisible fabric of modern societies. It is us -women- who look after the sick, the children, the old. It is us who -in addition to earning a living- undertake a larger percentage of the house hold work.  Our brains are littered with to-do lists. We remember birthdays, doctor appointments, class events... all the while measuring ourselves against wonder woman ideals: our hair  is too thin, our hips too wide, our legs too short...

Our free labor has been invisibilised and our bodies have become a political battlefield. But rather than standing in parliament pushing back we are expected to be at soul cycle (which is why gyms have day care facilities but not parliaments do not ...)

We become small under the weight of expectations. Sometimes literally, starving ourselves to fit into societies expectations. Forever hungry for validation. Forever running after the unachievable end line.

The fact that I am saying nothing new makes our fight even more frustrating. Anyone who gives a damn already knows all this.

What if the queens are not the beyoncé's? what if the ones who rule the world are not the spice girls?but rather, what if it is all those women selling warm soup at the side of the road. Young girls  women carrying their siblings home from school. Grandma's bearing the burden of the children left behind, those staying because they  refuse to leave their elderly.

It is a 13 year old girl waking the world up about  climate change.

We don't cover all races,  a colors and religions. We are the ones who will always prioritize peace, because it facilitates feeding the children.  We will cross oceans, and walk continents to secure them a place in the school lunch room.

WE are the movers and shakers.

WE must recognize  our own value and demand it be recognized y others.

...add fighting injustice and human trafficking to today's  to do list...

we stand together in the sun, refusing to  remain invisible any  longer. 

my home no more

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abandoned home in the Israeli desert. From the Horizons series 

the magic moment... photo post

Gamboa rainforest. magic happens

African women

what if all your life you had been the mirror others could look into,

and then once, someone brought you a mirror to look at yourself?

(more to come...)

Hoi An Photo post

Hoi An, Vietnam

she is but fierce

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Blue waters spread across as far as the eye can see. Deep dark blue, the kind of cold water that  touches your bones. On the other side lies a dormant volcano, and off-frame another. They watch over the lake like the king and queen of some underwater kingdom.


Three boys walk up from behind us. This is their turf and they have not qualms letting us know. Past us without even a second thought  onto the wooden planks. We are of no interest to them, the children however, are. Side glances  and total awareness of these foreign strangers that come in a different color set.  They are joking, fulling around to see who will jump first. And past them, the princess walks down the plank determined. She is but fierce and jumps in first.