This quote is really sticking with me.
This quote is really sticking with me.
Last line: Each day I begin with the empty page.
The world us already split open, and it is our destiny to heal it, each in our way, each in our own time,with the gifts that are ours.
There are so many ways to change the sentences we have been given.
What is time? sacred time, but the acceleration of consciousness?
Do any of us ever fully understand the consequences of our actions?
The body doesnt lie.
Words cast a shadow. Without a shadow there is no depth. Without a shadow there is substance. If we have no shadow, it means we are invisible.
Your voice is the wildest thing you own.
When I want to see the furthest into my soul,I will write a senrence by hand and then write another sentence over it, follows by anotherm An entire paragraph eill live in one line, and no one else can read it. That is the point.
Nature has a voice and it is often brutal without cause.
Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction.
Remember that you compliment each other not consume each other.
What is positive and what is negative is not absolute.
Nor does love have to be all or nothing. Neither does power.
Life spirals in and then spirals out on any given day.
We can change, and transform our own conditioning. We can choose to move like water rather than be molded like clay.
Empty pages become possibilities.
Love is power. Power is not love. Both can be brutal. Both dance with control. Both can be intoxicating,leaving us out of control.
I forage for the deatils left, overlooked, discarded.
The most beautiful words cannot be written, unfortunately.
..my own voice continues to be found wherever I am being present and responding from my heart, moment by moment.
Sorrow has a voice. It is a cold scream of silence turned inward.
Weve been raised to question what we know, to discount and discredit the authority of our gut.
When we dont listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls.
Empower women, and you empower the community.
We can no longer deny the destiny that is ours by becoming women who wait-- waiting to love, waiting to speak, waiting to act. This is not patience but pathology.
Reading has not only changed my life but saved it. The right books picked at the right times...
Perfection is a flaw disguised as control.
I was borrowing a landscape until I found my own.
Having children could wait. My desire to find my own voice in the world could not.
...each woman must come to age herself-- she must find her true center alone.
Finding ones voice is a process of finding ones passion.
Literature was life, and reading became an open door to a world beyond the familiar.
Silence leaves me alone in a place of feeling. It is not necessarily a place of comfort.
Responsibility is not a garment they could shed.
What is evolution if not creative adaptation and the progression of our own souls.
Words have a weight to them. How you choose to present them and to whom is a matter of style and choice.
Writing also requires an aching curiosity leading you to discover, uncover,what is gnawing at your bones.
To write requires an ego, a belief that what you say matters.
We are made of stardust.
...the place where beauty and bravery meet-- within the chambers of a quivering heart.
Here is the world. It is not a safe place, but however frightening and bewildering life may become, we can survive our fears, grab them by the wolfs tail, and make peace with the world.
Each voice is distinct and has something to say. Each voice deserves to be heard. But it requires the act of listening.
First line:I am fifty-four years old, the age my mother was when she died.
A lot of quotes coming your way!
Finished this one on the train. What a fantastic, quick, one day read full of inspirational passages. However, I wanted more depth into her and her mothers relationship. Great book.
Happy Monday & Martin Luther King Day. I have to work today, anyone else?
#GratefulReads Day 24: There is a build-up of power in this narrative written by a Mormon woman. While I thought, initially that we had very little in common – her persistence in inviting me over to drink her words has loosened me up, and made me extend my hand in solidarity, in shared womanity, in friendship. This is a #memoir that will stay with me for a long time to come. My review: https://wp.me/pDlzr-l4F #WomenReadWomen2019