She does not know it yet

Because it will take some time first when the world may realize of what she did. And she is beautiful. And young. And a Juana de Arco of our time. One that fights with words. With her words. With our words. Speaking for her. Speaking for ourselves. Speaking for the ones without voice. For the ones that may never have the chance to be part of this system but the system impacts them.

Maybe twelve years ago I found this beautiful magazine. WorldBirth. And I want to be part of it. I want to share with them what I have seen. What I have lived. What I have dreamed of. What I have captured with my lenses. And I did. I wrote a letter and received some days later a response. Hand written. Beautiful well handwritten. And I still keep it. Because at that moment I feel I was part of something bigger than me. I feel I was part of some sort of hope, of wisdom, of path…

And I was not wrong. Since that, it has been a rebirth for me. For my spirit. For who I am. For the dream I had when I was 18 years old and I was trying to find me when I was feeling lost. And I saw this image of who I was going to be. I saw this woman who was writing while she was in a chair in front of a window looking into the sea. And I still see it. And I became into that woman. And for many years I wrote in front of that sea. And now I can even change. And the window could be in the rainforest. Or it could be in the cloud forest. It could be anywhere. Because that window is inside of me. And I became the window.

And I thank that birth. Which later became a pulse. Both from the world. My world. Your world. And they both beat hard and deeply in our hearts. Where ever we are. What ever we dream about. In more than a hundred countries. With woman and men from all over the world. Speaking loudly. Peacefully. To make this world a better one. A place were we could feel and be safe. A place where we all have a voice. Because we need it. Because we have to name things to make them exist. To be able to change what has been hidden for so many years in our specie. In our cultures. Making our lives sometimes a difficult path to live.

And she does not know it yet. Because she is pure love. She is a strong woman looking into her own path. Looking answers when sometimes there are not. But what she does not know is that she is the answer. That her path leads us into our own paths. Lead us into a new rebirth. A new pulse. This WorldPulse that for some years have given me so much. Has given me even a way to heal my spirit when it felt so wounded and I even did not know it. And because I need to write a story for Voices of the Future, a beautiful program they invent, I found deep in my soul what really happened that night. The night my life changed…

So this is my tribute to Jensine. Because if she did not have taken her path I may have never found mine. I may have never found a place where to put so much pain. So much anger. But also so much love. And so much happiness. And so much of my spirit. Who was searching for someone and for something to listen my voice. Our voices in a unison way. The way woman need to speak. The way we only know how to do it. Because we are connected. We are one. We are part of this mother earth who is also speaking with our voices about her pain, her anger, her suffering…

And in a bio diverse world to be able to find this type of synchronicity is more than a gift. It is a miracle for thousands and thousands of women. And men. And kids. And forest. And oceans. And whales. And gorillas. And butterflies. And deserts. And skies. And mountains. And clouds. And trees like the ones I am able to protect again because she believed in me. Because she could hear the voices of the trees she has not even seen. Because her team, beautiful and young woman and also men, believed in me even when I could not. Because as I told you once Jensine, you are at the canopy of the forest and I am at the roots. That’s the difference of being born in this two different parts of our world.

And from here everything is so different darling. There are so much difficulties. There is so much war at the roots of this part of your planet. And just because you could imagine it, it gave me that day hope… The day when I had none. And I knew that my voice one day will become clear…and will become my own voice, because you help me. And I will be forever grateful.

Grateful for me. My son. My family. My forest. My friends. My sisters. My trees. My voice. Their voices. Your voice. My spirit. Your spirit. Their spirit. The spirit of this planet who is healing every time a woman speaks. A woman has a voice. A woman finds a place where to belong. Where to go to find herself protected by the spirit of this feminine we are all together. Where we returned every day and every night to be part again of something bigger than us. That cave from where we came out and where we return to be safe. To be connect it with the spirit of this earth where we have the privilege to live.

You may not know it yet but you are part of a new human kind. And I love you because you are this new woman, this new feminine. Part of a new specie in which we are evolving. You are Jensine an amazing woman who may have changed the life of thousands of species who feel today gratitude for your life…