Writers write what they know. I believe when women have deeper experiences with their lives — you see the shift you long for. I have no trouble finding pieces written by women which are written from deep inside their souls — from their Walk On The Path. Whatever that Walk might entail. As mundane as feeding their child mashed carrots or as profound as riding a wild Arabian across a desert. I can feel their lives jump out at me on the pages. But then for me — Magic exists in our everyday. Every fucking day I’m alive is some sort of never before written blank page of My Life. When I write and chose to share any piece of it — it is a gift I give to anyone who reads it. I feel just as honored when someone does that for me. We are all taking baby steps to our deeper selves.
It’s taken me a long time to believe I could be safe sharing any of that in a public forum. So there is that as well. Many women keep so much of themselves locked up tight and safe after years — decades of trauma at the hands of the world.
We might have very good reasons to be cautious about who we share our stories with.