'Waiting For All Wars To End' Poster/ without text

 

I suppose that especially if you are a human being, a woman who can bear or has borne children, then war is sheer madness. It is unspeakably unbelievable that this life, which you have wished for and carried, nurtured with love and brought into this life with all your strength, should be erased from this planet by someone, violently, because of differences of opinion, religion or whatever. It is absolutely absurd. The very idea causes pain in every cell.

 

The gardens, the fields, the towns and houses... everything that is cherished and nurtured is destroyed. What could possibly be going on inside someone who accepts these consequences of their own actions or considers them proportionate?

 

Somewhere on the internet, I came across a politician who said that young men in our country have more opportunities than anywhere else and that something could be asked in return. He meant potentially killing or being killed. He probably calls it solidarity and defense.

 

No, I say - you can't ask for that. And I also ask you, dear man, where was your mother when you needed her? She was probably still somehow managing the consequences of the war before in herself and her own mother.

 

And despite all the wars and conflicts, women are still willing to let themselves be inspired by the spark of a new beginning, the becoming of something that has not yet been. Ready to be filled with love for a bunch of tiny cells to accompany them to whatever they want to become - a peacemaker or a murderer.

 

We do it again and again. With our physical children, as with our spiritual ones. We wait, with this naive trust in ourselves that is our real strength.

 

Cycle after cycle. Human cycle after human cycle, we are still here until all the wars end.

 

This woman standing there, in the blood of her many cycles, with hair that seems to have grown for centuries, is a representation of this strength that remains and trusts. She is neither bitter nor sad - she is simply there.