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Nucleus - Power Women: Lead from the Core

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Abha Maryada Banerjee

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“Everyone is fighting the great battle of life, continuously solving problems continuously fighting for acceptance continuously fighting lies continuously fighting for peace continuously fighting for justice continuously fighting to be loved love, the ever-present golden sunshine even when the skies are cloudy this golden energy flows from your soul through your heart through your eyes out into the world to people, to animals, to nature know your power of love know that everyone hurts about something in life know that everyone has some regrets in life know that no one is perfect know that everyone is fighting for grace the journey to grace is long it is filled with life challenges that turns into knowledge and experience you are on this journey know your beauty know your elegance know that you are soaked in love know that you are love know that Appreciation is a beautiful blessing bestowed to you by another human being know that you are so powerful know that you make such a difference just being in the world you are the energy of love live in it always”

“Nice piano," I said. "Do you play?" "oh no, but Edwart does!" Eva Mullen said. "A little," Edwart said sheepishly. "Go ahead, play!" Eva said. She picked up the triangle that was lying on the piano and handed it to Edwart. He started banging on it. It sounded like construction work very early in the morning. "Whoops. I messed up. Let me start over," he said. He started banging again. "Wait. Uh. I haven't practiced in a while. Let me start over." Edwart continued to bang the triangle. Eva closed her eyes and raised her arms, swaying rhythmically to Edwart's music. Edwart held the triangle up high, in what appeared to be a grand finish, but then he brought it down hard, hitting the top of the piano. He continued to bang the piano, putting the entire force of his slim body into each smash. The piano shook. The room vibrated. When he finished I subtly removed my hands from my ears. "I wrote that for you," Edwart murmured, drawing me close. "It's called Belle's Lullaby.”