A wonderful and achingly honest book that whispers its insights so clearly that you can still hear it above the roaring of the everyday. I had to take it piece by piece, with quiet moments in between, as there was something too poignant and difficult about a mother leaving her three shelves of journals to her daughter under the strict caveat that she not read them until after her mother’s death . One week later her mother was gone and she opened the journals only to find each one was empty.
This book is a memoir that circles her mother’s memory, it is also a meditation on women: our lives, our essential nature, and most importantly – What does it mean to have a voice?
“For far too long we have been seduced into walking a path that did not lead us to ourselves. For far too long we have said yes when we wanted to say no. And for far too long we have said no when we desperately wanted to say yes. . . .
When we don’t listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don’t, others will abandon us.” – Terry Tempest Williams.
“I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts… I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words.”
“There are two important days in a woman’s life: the day she is born and the day she finds out why.”
“To write requires an ego, a belief that what you say matters. Writing also requires an aching curiosity leading you to discover, uncover, what is gnawing at your bones.”