It's pathetic how long I've tried to avoid a return to this blog. I know, I could have just deleted it--but... I really couldn't. While I may fart around with this endeavor for a good couple of decades, I am determined to read this thing. I believe I've reached a point in my searching that to be ignorant of what this book contains leaves me unable to search as deeply for that "God of my understanding." Not that I'm looking for some Christian deity, mind you, but so that I may better understand the various views.
Presently I'm reading "The Dance of the Dissident Daughter" by Sue Monk Kidd and feel both gratitude and fear. Grateful that there is another person who appears to have gone through the awakening I must be in the midst of, and fearful because I have no idea what lies on the other side.I'm still in the anger phase of "the awakening": pissed off at how patriarchy has ruled this planet since "man" first wielded metal and trumped creation with might. I'm so flippin' pissed off over the silent power and control wielded over women that continues into this very moment! Kidd reports in her memoir that this anger will pass, but must allow to by refusing bitterness. Hmmm. It's awfully hard not to be bitter... but it really gets me nowhere.
And I guess that's why I've chosen to return here. To get this thing a-movin' again. I don't want to be brittle and frigid and angry, I want to open and able to allow others to be whoever they want to be. And I know that's not going to come easy...
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