Just a page in my art journal...
I read this passage last night
and I wanted to keep it.
Every female who is born into this life, no matter her station,
can be called courageous
as long as she keeps a part of her soul private and intact.
Outwardly she maybe a down-trodden daughter or wife,
scolded or beaten by father or husband,
suffer the agonies of childbirth.
She can be preached to of hellfire and damnation,
her body abused.
But as long as a tiny seed of self-consciousness
lives within her,
the divine spark,
as long as it is never allowed to wither and die,
anything is possible.
It's from the book
Signora da Vinci by Robin Maxwell.
Although the book takes place in the 1400's,
it feels timeless to me.