We Have Stories
Every woman I have met, whether a woman in the making, like my little granddaughter, who has already begun to talk intelligibly, at 30 months, and others, who are my age and older, have taught me things about myself, and the world we live in.
I know that everything and everyone evolves as they grow, but women seem to have change and evolution almost thrust on them, either for their own sake, or the sake of the milieu they inhabit.
And that is why ALL women are fascinating creatures.
I am sure men are, too.
But there are layers to a woman and the way she sees and interacts with the world, that are both mysterious and translucent.
And I think that is because ALL of us have stories.
They keep us afloat. They provide both sustenance and succour. They are a reference point in the episodes that make up our life. We can connect to each other because of our stories.
And most importantly, when we are in the company of women with similar stories, we have no need of masks. And we know, in our veins and the blood that runs through them, and the marrow that fills our bones, that we can let down our masks when we are with the women who we know…and who know us. With them, we can be Salome and Bathsheba, Judith and Juliet, Delilah and Diana, all of the three witches in Macbeth, and Artemis, Athena and Demeter, and every other Goddess in every myth in the world.
Do we rule?
Yes.
Do we advertise the fact?
No.
Go in peace.
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