‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin
and dance around in your bones.
Tom Waits, The Black Rider (via frenchtwist)
Does that make you size 0 ?? You’d be a cert for a fashion catwalk .
What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours - that is what you must be able to attain.
Coming to terms with the rhythms of women’s lives means coming to terms with life itself, accepting the imperatives of the body rather than the imperatives of an artificial, man-made, perhaps transcendentally beautiful civilization.
Margaret Mead, Male and Female (via frenchtwist)
CLOGGY:- I’m just embroidering a sampler bearing this very thought. Wish Margaret had used shorter words, running out of embroidery silk.
Startracks. Spiral nebulae. Craters of the moon. She lets herself fall. She falls into the room of her wants. This room which reveals her.
This room filled with darkness. Where we go into darkness. Where we embrace darkness. Where we lie close to darkness, breathe when darkness breathes and find darkness inside ourselves. The room of the darkness of women. Where we are not afraid.
This room of her wants. Of her desiring. This room of her desiring to live. This place which allows her to exist … this place where she finds her way.
Susan Griffin, Passage from Woman and Nature — The Roaring Inside Her (via frenchtwist)
Old Mrs Bagshaw was saying very much the same thing at the Womens Institute last week, though there was something about iced buns as well. All I can say is that I entirely agree.
We are not the only ones who have encountered a point of transparency before plunging into the night of our differences and who have come up not caring whether we are male or female…
My frantic individualism is exactly in proportion to all that strives toward the interchangeability of all beings.