“It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.” ― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind To me, forging one’s identity is a life-long project. The subject of identity can be explored as physical … More The Women I Wear
We experience our first loss on the day of our birth. As we move slowly and painfully out of our mother’s body and into the cool light of this world, we are losing our sense of being completely absorbed and connected to someone. We become separate beings that very first moment.
We cannot return to the womb, although there seem to be plenty of us who think that is a viable option. We are out here on our own and it stings. It is no wonder we wail at the top of our lungs the moment we arrive. Where is the warm, moist, safe, sweet dark soup we have been soaking in for all these months? Gone. All gone. … More Waking Up To Amazing Grace