Not mad ; Magnificent

Born in 1864, Camille Claudel arrived in Paris with fire in her soul and stone beneath her fingers. The École des Beaux-Arts barred women, so she carved her own path—joining private ateliers that welcomed female talent. There, she met Auguste Rodin.

Their bond became legend. Together, they created works of staggering beauty—fragments of shared genius now displayed in the Musée d’Orsay and the Rodin Museum. But when Rodin chose loyalty to an old lover over truth with Camille, the world followed his lead.

His name rose.

Hers fell into silence.

Labeled “hysterical,” cast aside by critics and family alike, Camille’s bold sculptures—once celebrated—were now called scandalous. Her brother, the diplomat and poet Paul Claudel, helped condemn her. In 1913, she was institutionalized against her will, deemed a disgrace to the family.

She would remain there for 30 years.

Her letters survive: pleading, lucid, heartbreaking. “Why am I here?” she asked. No one answered.

On October 19, 1943, she died of malnutrition in an asylum bed. No family came. Her body was buried in an unmarked grave.

But time has a way of restoring truth.

Today, Camille Claudel’s name stands alone—her works exhibited beside Rodin’s, and a museum near Paris now bears her name.

She was not mad.

She was magnificent.

#CamilleClaudel #ForgottenGenius

~Weird Wonders and Facts

Mother

I am so glad I healed my Mother wound ; after so much pain and I refuse to allow others to trigger me , as to our relationship.

The way you treat your mother is the way life will treat you. A mother is the source of love and life.

A mother is made of unconditional love, a love that no one else can give you. Don’t judge her. How many times have you sat down to listen to her? To have a conversation with her about her past? Perhaps she never told you about the miserable life she had to endure before you came along.

Maybe she never shared the wounds she carries, the scars that reopen every time she remembers them… the painful childhood and adolescence she lived through. The difficult moments she endured when no one listened to her, when she was mistreated, leaving traces of harsh words, poverty, fears, and abuse.

How many hidden sorrows does she carry in her heart, ones she never shared with you—so you wouldn’t have a distorted image of her life? Out of love, she chose not to tell you, or perhaps silence became her refuge to avoid suffering further.

Treat her well, like the unique treasure she is in your life. Doing so will bring you blessings, peace, joy, stability, and a long life.

And remember, the way you treat your mother is how others will treat you. People around you will learn from your actions and the love you show. There is only one mother—if you don’t value her now, you may regret it in the future when sleepless nights haunt you.

It won’t be your mother keeping you awake—it will be your own demons of disobedience and disrespect that refuse to let you rest. JOIN US👉👉 Ripple of Inspiration