Though I always initially resist when she shows up, despair has taught me so much about silence, about the virtue of moving slowly, about doing tasks for the doing itself, not just for the completion. She has shown me the depth of my courage, but the greatest of all of despair's lessons is the ...
The unworthy woman is a force, an energy, a song-line. She'll hurl your into exile, desert, and silence. She'll wrap you up in shitty newspaper, and watch you drift down the river screaming. Ruthless. However, without her, we have this deep yearning for a deeper life. Without her, we're colorless.
What I once thought to be true, I may learn to be distorted. The clarity I seek will need to make sense to my own soul, my own earthly existence. Though I may listen to different teachings, I will not be bound by any one belief. I will take what I need.
I’m not slamming working mothers -- I would not want to bring a fellow sister down for her choices in her life, much as I would like the same respect -- but it is important to me to be there with them for the day-in and day-out life that makes up the fabric of their childhoods.
We are intense in everything that we do, this includes brooding. We will scare you and you will not understand where we’ve disappeared to, what deep chasm within ourselves we’ve slipped into to find solitude and room to expand; where we find the silence to think. Love us there, in that dark ...