I’ve seen this sad metaphor play out... Women who blindly trust their very flesh to men who would always, always look out for themselves first
As an independent woman with no intention of having a husband or sex trophies, I celebrate the wanderers and the warriors -- the women who charge into life as if it were a battle. I honor the women who belong to no one and live life for themselves, creating their own happiness along the way.
Birds are smarter than they look, you know. They used to say that about me. So you know that dream, the one you’ve been telling me about for years? Please fly away and go do it already. Because nobody else will ask you to, and the only person waiting is yourself. And when you do it, I hope it ...
Bang the drum for our sons and daughters, for husbands and wives, mothers and friends. Shout death’s name to a clueless world. Bang the drum loudly! Love in grief has a powerful rhythm. Bang the drum with courage and strength! Bang it loud filled with compassion! Bang the drum proudly!
To disappear didn’t necessarily mean to die or be ridden of life; it meant to live within its pockets, where no one could see me or disturb me. This was a place I could be airy, like a winged thing, hovering over all and seeing all.