To Be female is one of the most beautfil challenges of the world today. To Be born into a world that want you to ignore your instinct can be quite confusing and worrisome...why would one want to ignore that powerful vibration from deep within, and why would you want me to?
Even if it was not written in stone, it is felt; we all came onto the plane with and/or for a purpose. It does not make sense to create situation to distract anyone from pursuit of the one thing they came unto this world with.
Let's enchance.
Let's push forth growth.
Let's love.
Let's push forth hope.
"She must have something to say, for she took the time out to learn to form words just for me."
About the Creator
Mousiké
Artist.
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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