Ive decided (at least for this morning) to release pieces of my manuscript into the world - believing that its presence outside of me and off my computer screen, may in fact, compel outcomes I desire...In the meantime, its one more way in which I get to express my thoughts and my very heart. It matters, perhaps more than most else in my life, that these sacred stories not become unspeakable; rather, that they (and the women of whom they tell) rise up in power and strength, relevance and meaning. And I don’t know how to make that happen without just continuing to tell them – one at a time, even to one person at a time. Are there days in which I long to abandon the lot of them and talk about something else? Absolutely. Are there other days in which I long to stand atop a mountain and command entire swaths of civilization to listen to me? Most definitely. Are there more days in which I long to sit in even the smallest, most intimate of gatherings, hands clasped around warm mugs of coffee, and tell you tales of amazing women? All the time. Here’s why: underneath all the doctrine and dogma are stories that have changed me. Women’s stories. Stories and women who change me still. Nearly every day, whether in the most mundane or significant of circumstances, I think of one or another of them. They come into my mind and heart. I imagine, consider, and wholeheartedly accept every ounce of wisdom they offer, every word they speak, every strain of strength and solace they sing into me. They are that present, that real, that relevant, that powerful.
Posted on: Wed, 09 Apr 2014 14:41:43 +0000
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