From Senegal: Friday 6 November
Walking along the beach to catch the launch that will take us to the Seadragon. A line of plastic along the shore. There is nothing here that I have not thrown away my self. Crisp packets, bottles, wrappers.
Walking along the beach to catch the launch that will take us to the Seadragon. A line of plastic along the shore. There is nothing here that I have not thrown away my self. Crisp packets, bottles, wrappers.
The launch arrives at the Seadragon. The boat is smaller
than I imagined and the women are bigger. They are three dimensional, not just
profile pictures. They move about, bustling and alive. They do not speak in
bite size tweets.
The skipper who I am
to put my trust in is called Imogen. I am used to giving my power away to men
but putting my trust in a young blond beautiful woman is new to me. Luckily
Imogen exudes capability and calm.
Deep places in me
are being challenged, beliefs that women are the weaker sex and that men are in
charge. Thousands of years of it in every cell and I have a whole month with
these extraordinary women to contradict that and birth a new vision within my
body, heart and mind.
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