 Last week, a woman I’d never met before came to my house, full of curiosity and wonder and pain. She was on a journey diving through other women’s stories, women who were mothers, women who were humbled and emboldened and exhausted and healing, and burning with truth. She was there with me to learn something, to spark something, to heal something -- to create a platform for mothers to share and to connect through our collective courage and vulnerability.
As I told her my story, of George and our love and my visions and his leaving, I was reminded. I was reminded of the grief and the suffering, the resistance and the surrender. I was reminded that there was a time when communities could come together to lift up the wounded. I was reminded that once upon a time, I was terrified of being a single mother, and I longed for an escape, but I stayed. I was reminded that there are many ways of escaping. That we can force our physical form to remain in place while our minds wander and our hearts flee. |
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