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    Of beginnings

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    Of beginnings

    This poem is dedicated

     

    To my dear and beloved soul sister Cait,
    as  a proof the brightest lights of the sheerest joys
    can only shine so bright in the dark.

     

    With my sincere hopes that one day,
    Your sweet daughter Marnie, 
    will then be able to read this testament,
    of her Mother’s love and strenght.

     

    Yours Truly, 
    Barbara Ferreres

     

    Of Beginnings;

     

    a poem about new births and new beginnings,
    New Years babies, and labour while the world is busy partying
    an eulogy to what was before a Mother, 
    and a celebration of the many deaths women go through in life.

     

    « And now let’s welcome the New Year, 
    Full of things that never have been »

     

    —  As I paint the night with my screams
    Fireworks join me in this peticular choir, 
    Red flashes illuminating my face —
    They’re highlighting the pain
    That comes when things end.
    I am disintegrating in the Time between
    Everything going on, beginning, ending, 
    Between the Death of Me and the new Life I’m creating,
    — I am one with the World.
    Fire starts cracking, my head is bursting;
    Oh, I am nothing, but a Scream!
    As the bouquet final starts,
    The nurses’ choregraphy joins this chaotic orchestra,
    Then! As the night sky begins to recover
    From this aggressive celebration…

    The Silence

    is illuminated

    by a cry —

    for Life!

     

    To my younger self publishing
    A few years back, innocently, 
    « New Year, New Me! »
    I’m glad you enjoyed it while it lasted,
    For this year, I start it off as a rebirth, 
    In the form of a Mother! 
    Oh! The still Winter Nights
    Shall never remain Silent again.

    Text :

    « Of Beginnings »
    Barbara Ferreres, 
    January 2024, 
    Prompted by a tweet made by Cait on her daughter’s Marnie birth. 

     

    Photograph :

    « La petite fille du train Montpellier – Perpignan »
    or
    « Small Little Girl sitting in the train from Montpellier to Perpignan »
    Photographie prise aux environs d’Agde dans le train TGV SNCF INOUI entre Nîmes Centre et Perpignan
    Photograph taken by Agde, Hérault (34), Languedoc-Roussillon, Occitanie, France.
    Barbara Ferreres,
    December 2023 – Décembre 2023
    Fujifilm xs10, lens fujinon 15-35mm

    Barbara Ferreres, all rights reserved 2023-2025


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  • Thinking your disabled self outside of a career

    What is your career plan?

    If there’s one thing that you can’t really speak about when you’re just becoming disabled, and especially with people who are not disabled themselves, it is the fact  that you are most likely grieving ever – or at least, for longer than they think – having a career. Whoever’s asking me what is my career plan right now, the answer is most likely to be that I do not have a career plan right now, at least not in the traditional sense of the term. I have projects I am working on and goals I am hoping to achieve, but it’s most likely that listing them (even if they imply taxable activities) will make people uncomfortable and ask what I’m going for long term. This coming at a time when I am recovered enough to be able to at least list activities that won’t lead to an awkward silence. 

    Disability in a capitalist society

    Work defined value

    If there is a thing I learnt the hard way becoming disabled, is that we live in a society where your value is defined not only on the kind of career you are actively chasing (on top of the job you already have), but also on your ability to do so. Anything else is met with an awkward silence, at best because the other person didn’t consider that you weren’t for an answer, at worst because they are putting you in the reject kind of their brain – and really, we can’t blame the first category. Everything in our everyday lives revolves around you being an active and working member of society, the two being most of the time at best unconsciously linked. 

    Learning self-acceptance

    One of the eye-opening discussion I had on the subject was during my stay at the outpatient ward, where I met other people that were grieving the fact they wouldn’t be working ever again. For most of them this realisation was difficult, as most people without disabilities don’t understand why you don’t at least try, because the worst that can happen is you ending your contract. No. The worst that can happen is the psychward. Resetting the timing of your recovery. The narrative mainstream media is so cluttered with so called ‘’success stories’’ from disabled people outdoing their sickness and even crossing the boundaries of what is possible for a led people that they tend to forget that this isn’t a fight or a try to outdo everyone, but a process of learning to live with yourself.

    Seeing outside the box – disability and work

    In fact, I would say a win is finding your value outside of usual expectations and people that support you in your journey in this world were nothing is made to accommodate people with different realities, nor considerate them in any other way than a problem to fix. Sometimes, it is better healthwise to think outside of a career or as a non-working person, as not doing so destroyed my self-esteem. There is value in other things, too. 

    Barbara Ferreres


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