Sublime

And—because of my complicity in this system that dehumanizes others—it is dehumanizing me.

When I was a child, I felt what I needed to feel and I followed my gut and I planned only from my imagination. I was wild until I was tamed by shame. Until I started hiding and numbing my feelings for fear of being too much. Until I started deferring to others’ advice instead of trusting my own intuition. Until I became convinced that my imaginatio

language of imagination.

Whenever I see a little girl wearing complicated braids, I think: She looks well loved. She looks well mothered. She looks like a little girl whose mother knows what she’s doing. Who once was a teenage girl who knew what she was doing, who had lots of friends in high school, who all sat around and braided each other’s hair and giggled. Who was Gold

Marianne Williamson’s book A Return to Love.

I am going to love you now because you are the vessel through which the world delivers beauty and love and wisdom to my soul.

It is very important to this institution that she and I never know that there is a difference between leaving a man and leaving God. It needs us never to understand that there is a difference between submitting to God and submitting to patriarchy.

I have a son and two daughters, until they tell me otherwise.