These are the things I was conditioned to believe about being a woman from my family of origin, my faith tradition, and my culture.
Over there where I'm perfect and beautiful and sure and people know who I am feels exhausting. And yet so much of me seems to grasp for it, until I stop thinking and yearning for a there and love the soft, warm, roundness of here with all its imperfections and anonymity.
To any of you in a locked room, stuck in there for fear of what is on the other side. I hope you will find a voice of love and peace and life magically pop up in that room, and say hello. Whatever form that takes, I should simply say 'hello' back and take it from there.
The world out there gets lots of things wrong. Don't assume they're right when they say things that feel wrong.
Call it God or don't. Point and say 'that' when you see it and recognise it. Use descriptions and characteristics. Use the word from the place or tradition you're from. Sure - honestly, I think we all know what we're talking about here.
The difference between cultural success drivers and a North Star is that when you reach it, you actually feel like you came home. And honestly, I think we're all just trying to find our way home.
One of the things I want for this blog is that I can share the story of other people who are reforming, changing and busting boundaries that have held them in too small, too stuck places for too long. I have my own areas of reform and deconstruction - faith, femininity, marriage and motherhood being the main four with a thousand other areas woven in to different degrees. Some of you will share these areas but others of you will be drawn here for the conversation but not necessarily the commonalities