This is the sixth in a series of snippets from my memoir, formerly known as Writing Me Back to Mat(t)er.*
The title is now: Sing From the Womb: Leaving Fundamentalism in Search of Voice.
Please let me know what resonates with you.
Sometimes when I had yelled myself to tears, I’d imagine running off to a cottage by the sea, just my pen and I. Because I long for Solitude, to sigh in bliss when it comes to wrap me in a blanket of silence and peaceful irresponsibility. And to be heard. Truly, quietly heard.
And I was faced with these questions: What lay underneath the anger? What wound had becoming a wife and mother uncovered? What darkness lay deep in my body?
And what light lay beyond it?
*The root word for Earth, Matter and Mother is mater.