The fourth picture in your photo album of the woman in a green jacket has a face I will think about today. There is a prophecy in her face that moves from her early years to the late part of her motherhood years just before old age settles with joy, and fond memories of a life of power. It is an interesting shifting of energies easily misunderstood. A woman who plays, and teases, and develops her strengths into myths of power despite the predictable approach of challenges to her sensuality is a paradox.
The riddle of her existence is prose and poetry. It is riddle and rhyme. It is force and power. It is timely and eternal. It writes, and it sings. It moves, and stands stoic, or laughs into the inevitable without care or concern for the instability of living a normal life. Such a woman earns her place into a man’s life, the life of her children, and her place in the books of mystical creative stories. These are my words, and the things I saw looking into the face of a woman I never met before.” Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories (May 28, 2010)
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