I hold in my heart the women I have known, my dear friends, my colleagues I've worked with, those I've learnt alongside. I call to mind my mentors who've listened and walked along side me. I remember the women I've read who've spoken exactly what needs to be said. I...
Notice the snail, her patterned back, her identity which grows with her. That she cannot take off, for wherever she goes there she is. Her home, her shell is her. All swirls and colours. Little by little she travels far. Feeling her way, unable to see much at all....