Proud woman soul: Welcome to my digital sanctuary where I celebrate the unbreakable spirit of women. Today, I am sharing a tribute to every proud woman soul that has faced the storms of life. As a soul geologist, I have studied the hardest minerals in nature, yet I have found that nothing is as resilient as a woman who knows her own value. My journey from the diamond mines of Vancouver to the elegant streets of France has been a series of tectonic shifts. I survived breast cancer and a painful divorce, and through those eruptions, I discovered my own internal honor. A proud woman soul does not fear the wind or the rain because she knows her foundation is made of granite.
This poem is a celebration of independence and the power of starting over. For many years, I watched my damaged ships sink. However, I continued to walk the stone streets with a warm hearth in my heart. I realized that we are the architects of our own peace. This transition from fear to confidence is more than just a change of mindset. It is a profound internal evolution. For example, my mother always told me to be strong and to stand tall alone. She taught me that a proud woman soul should never depend on a man for her happiness or her worth. Consequently, I carry her advice in my veins like a precious mineral.

Ponosna žena
BILA SAM JA.
OD RIJEČI DO RIJEČI,
VJEROVALA SAM U SNAGU ŽENE.
KROZ OLUJE, KROZ GUBITKE,
KROZ NOĆI KADA JE STRAH ŠAPTAO,
STAJALA SAM, DIZALA SAM SE, STVARALA SAM.
VJEROVALA SAM U SNAGU ŽENE.
Femme fière
C’ÉTAIT MOI.
MOT PAR MOT,
JE CROYAIS EN LA FORCE DE LA FEMME.
À TRAVERS LES TEMPÊTES, LES PERTES,
LES NUITS OÙ LA PEUR CHUCHOTAIT,
JE TENAIS BON, JE ME RELEVAIS, JE CRÉAIS.
JE CROYAIS EN LA FORCE DE LA FEMME.
Proud Woman
IT WAS ME.
WORD FOR WORD,
I BELIEVED IN THE STRENGTH OF A WOMAN.
THROUGH STORMS, THROUGH LOSSES,
THROUGH NIGHTS WHEN FEAR WHISPERED,
I STOOD, I ROSE, I CREATED.
I BELIEVED IN THE STRENGTH OF A WOMAN.