I'm part of a women's empowerment and support network called, Woman Within. My initial connection with them resulted in my "claiming" my innocence because I was unable to "reclaim" it; I could not remember ever feeling "innocent." It's taken lots of years and a variety of experiences - light and dark - and I must admit, I was wrong.
I was born innocent. There was a Light. It was never extinguished. Just hidden. Remember that song, "This Little Light of Mine?" I sang it to my kids, I sing it to my grandson, and, now, I sing it to me.
Today is definitely my best day ever.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Commitment Issues
I love looking at the Susan B. / Frederick Douglass statue. There's something strong and gentle happening at the same time. It reminds me of the work our women's circle does on expressing feelings. One can be irritated and optimistic at the same time. That's fitting for me as I claim not to have an "inner child," but an "inner city." Lotsa folks in there chattering away with all kinds of thoughts and opinions.
Trying to figure out why I can be so passionate about writing one minute and then abandon it the next. There's a sense of release and comfort that comes from typing out my thoughts. All that busy-ness from inside my head onto the page where it takes on some order. Maybe trying to figure it out is just another way to avoid being.
What's so scary about being? Maybe I should try the statue thing; just sit still and not move. Don't respond. Just absorb the weather. I'm going to give this blog another shot. For my inner city. Maybe we can establish a little order.
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