Woman to Woman.
The old saying says wolf; she says home – and watches the competition between women fall away like a long sleep ending.
There's a bitter Russian saying that calls woman a wolf to woman. Bella's title flips it in three words: woman to woman is a home. What follows starts from a genuine puzzlement – when did women get divided into single against married, competition, coldness, that look? Her phrase for it is telling: as if we were divided. A story installed, not a nature.
The waking she describes – warmth replacing the marathon – is what this site means when it says separateness is the illusion suffering grows from; A Radical Thought walks that thought to its end. But her version stays at street level, which is its strength: a compliment to a stranger, a smile on the way to work, a coffee. Connection practiced at the smallest possible scale, charging the whole day.
She ends with an instruction this site would never dare give and she absolutely can: love women, especially if you are one.
Woman to woman is a home 🤗
I don't understand – why did women suddenly turn against each other? Or rather: right now it feels like women are waking up from a long hypnotic sleep and starting to unite. From ancient times women were a single force. And then it's as if we were divided. The single ones have little love for the married ones, the married ones fear the single ones. Endless competition, coldness, that look.
Why is it so? Yes, it happens – women betray. And men don't?
Right now there's a kind of warmth coming from women, as if the competition, the eternal marathon, is falling away.
Simply give a compliment, smile, help, get acquainted and have a coffee.
I really like this new world where women live in love and peace. 🩵
Don't be afraid to smile at another woman on the way to work, or to write a comment to a woman you don't know. It isn't hard – and it charges you with energy for the whole day.
Love women, especially if you are a woman! There is incredible strength in us💜
Thank you for reading.
If her words reached somewhere mine don't – good. That's what this blog is for. Take what fits and leave the rest.
– Jan