If Logic Was Anything, All Men Would

God Forgives Us. ... Who Am I Not To Forgive?

Stories Set The Inner Life Into Motion, And This Is Particularly Important Where The Inner Life Is Frightened, Wedged, Or Cornered. Story Greases The Hoists And Pulleys, It Causes Adrenaline To Surge, Shows Us The Way Out, Down, Or Up, And For Our Trouble, Cuts For Us Fine Wide Doors In Previously Blank Walls, Openings That Lead To The Dreamland, That Lead To Love And Learning, That Lead Us Back To Our Own Real Lives As Knowing Wildish Women.

The Psyches And Souls Of Women Also Have Their Own Cycles And Seasons Of Doing And Solitude, Running And Staying, Being Involved And Being Removed, Questing And Resting, Creating And Incubating, Being Of The World And Returning To The Soul-place.

Be Wild; That Is How To Clear The River.

It Makes Utter Sense To Stay Healthy And Strong, To Be As Nourishing To The Body As Possible. Yet I Would Have To Agree, There Is In Many Women A 'hungry' One Inside. But Rather Than Hungry To Be A Certain Size, Shape, Or Height, Rather Than Hungry To Fit The Stereotype; Women Are Hungry For Basic Regard From The Culture Surrounding Them. The 'hungry' One Inside Is Longing To Be Treated Respectfully, To Be Accepted And In The Very Least, To Be Met Without Stereotyping.