A woman dances in a marsh, her arms outlining the sun in a vivid orange sky. A barren tree protrudes the surface and the water is dappled orange and black
You would not be here without women. Fierce, brave, charming and calculating. We are not the muse of men. We are not here to fulfill a stranger’s agenda. We are warriors of body, mind, and spirit. We are problem-solvers. We are the women of the world. We have the voice of thunder and the touch of fire.
A woman dances in a marsh, her arms outlining the sun in a vivid orange sky. A barren tree protrudes the surface and the water is dappled orange and black
You would not be here without women. Fierce, brave, charming and calculating. We are not the muse of men. We are not here to fulfill a stranger’s agenda. We are warriors of body, mind, and spirit. We are problem-solvers. We are the women of the world. We have the voice of thunder and the touch of fire.