When I was 11, by some fortuity that happened over and over in my childhood, I discovered permission in the form of words (words that served to weave spells of wild rebellion rather than domestication). Margaret Atwood told me….I had a power heretofore unknown to me…

Diane di Prima, beat poet and activist, says, “the only war that matters is the war against the imagination”. This morning I am alive with the truth of this statement. And, I am filled with grief and rage. 

“Eventually, if we are to find our way into true wholeness – delivering our most precious gifts to The World – the leader/teacher/elder-before-her-time within us must have her own safe place to be held, where she can shed her well-used capacity to be everything everyone else needs in the moment, to be, instead, what SHE needs for herself.”