Today I sat reading The Red Queen, by Margaret Drabble, and suddenly my way forward became painfully clear.
I knew in that moment that it was time to take back my power and so I have. It seemed somehow fitting that it was International Women’s Day.
Sometimes it is difficult to face certain truths. They are too hard either to acknowledge or to accept until one is ready. Our hearts are fragile things and we do everything in our power to protect them.
At some point though, we build up the courage to say what we think regardless of the outcome. I did so today and I feel a sense of profound relief.
What will sustain me is my knowledge of how strong and resilient I am. I feel as if I am standing tall and not in the least bit wanting to disappear. It is a liberating feeling …
The amaryllis is in full bloom in the front window. The snow has started melting. My son and I spent some wonderful moments laughing uproariously tonight. And I spent time reflecting on all the people, especially women, who nurture and sustain me.
Here is another bit of wisdom from Françoise Sagan from my old journal :
Being imaginative is more important than never making a fool of yourself. Imagination is the greatest virtue of all because it affects everything – the heart, the head and the mind.
If you don’t have imagination, you are lost. But it’s a virture that’s becoming increasingly rare, especially in its higher form : spontaneity. mad, happy spontaneity.