Today the window opened - a crack for some, and more for others - as to who we are. A woman's creative life can't be eroded when she steps out of the shadows and breaths in cool, clean air. From there, the window can only be flung wide open.
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
Stepping out of the Shadows
When a woman hides her true thoughts and feelings because she fears it might elicit a negative reaction, she buries her creative passion. Such is the transformative power of memoir - casting aside the worry about judgment and putting truth in words. Only then can a woman's creative spirit spring forth from the shadows.
No small task and hardly easy, but "a healing type of thing," as Becky said at today's read-around. As Robyn said when she began reading, "This is a story of the heart . . ." Stories of the heart are a sacred gift that we tenderly unwrap and hold in the Circle.
Today the window opened - a crack for some, and more for others - as to who we are. A woman's creative life can't be eroded when she steps out of the shadows and breaths in cool, clean air. From there, the window can only be flung wide open.
Today the window opened - a crack for some, and more for others - as to who we are. A woman's creative life can't be eroded when she steps out of the shadows and breaths in cool, clean air. From there, the window can only be flung wide open.
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2 comments:
thanks, Susan, for organizing this group. I've always wanted to belong to such a group.
Laura,
You are more than welcome. The group has done wonders for me. I thsnk you! Laura, you have a wonderful story to tell and I look forward to hearing more about those "card games" among the Gende women you so eloquently write about.
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