Sublime

A woman’s initiation begins with the poor bargain she made long ago while still slumbering.

What stands behind? What is not as it appears? What do I know deep in my ovarios that I wish I did not know? What of me has been killed, or lies dying?

To know that these people counted for so little that anyone holding a phone could intervene in their lives, as if ordering a meal to be delivered, could type and sign a quick letter authorizing the transfer of any chained person from one Ship to another, just as Marjorie had done.

Clarissa Pinkola Estés’s words, “When a woman is cut away from her basic source, she is sanitized,”4

appellation

But just the opposite occurs, for the sooty woman, the mud woman, is beloved by the Wild Woman and protected by her unequivocally.

Both through her fiction and in her diaries Butler demonstrated that no one was a nobody. To be a person in whatever place or time had value. Self-doubting, self-made, self-helped, the city-state’s prophet suffered and thrived on things found in the world and mind. Both gave her pain. Both gave her art. So be it. See to it. She found a way.

It was all, “Fetch me some water, Onion,” and “Grab that gunnysack and bring it yonder,” and “Wash this shirt in the creek for me, Onion,” and “Heat me some water, dearie.” Being free weren’t worth shit.

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