I Am a Woman Finding My Voice: Celebrating the Extraordinary Blessings of Being a Women
This celebration of womanhood, with a foreword by Dr. Joan Borysenko, delights in the joy of the feminine soul. In a time when it might not be politically correct to speak of such a uniquely feminine soul, Quinn takes the position that finding one's own authentic voice is imperative if we are to value a universal livelihood of love and community.
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This celebration of womanhood, with a foreword by Dr. Joan Borysenko, delights in the joy of the feminine soul. In a time when it might not be politically correct to speak of such a uniquely feminine soul, Quinn takes the position that finding one's own authentic voice is imperative if we are to value a universal livelihood of love and community.
I Am a Woman Finding My Voice\ Celebrating The Extraordinary Blessings Of Being A WomanI Am a Woman\ My most fundamental truth is that I am a woman. From the moment I was conceived, I have been female; daughter of creation; girl-child becoming woman; living, being, dying, woman. Working, playing, singing, loving, woman. It is the only thing that will never change. It is one thing that I know about myself finally and certainly. Why has this obvious truth escaped me for so long? Why have I spent so many years fighting to be thought of and treated as "a person" rather than valued and esteemed as a woman? Such a betrayal of my essence, this neutered equality. I am equal to, but not the same as, men — and I thank the Divine that it is so! I claim and celebrate my being, be-ing, in this world as\ WOMAN — with womanvalues and womanviews and womanrhythms and womanblood and womanheart and womansoul. I am a Woman\ \ \ I Am a Woman Finding My Voice\ Did I first lose my voice when I learned not to cry too loud or make too much noise so I didn't wake up Daddy? Or was it when I learned that talking in church was a sin (unless it was to a priest)? Was it the first time I didn't say what was inside of me because I didn't want to make someone mad, or was it the first time that I said what wasn't true because I didn't want to hurt someone's feelings? No matter now. Now, I am finding my voice! I am laughing, screaming, crying, and cooing! I am making delighted sounds and angry sounds. I growl and moan, and I sing and chant! I offer soft and sweet words of comfort and passion and I speak loud, clear words of outrage and opposition. I am makingholy noise and I am keeping holy, holy silence. Finding my voice means that I claim my freedom to express myself. It means that I speak only what is true for me, and that I will never be silenced again. I am a woman finding my voice!\ I Am a Woman Finding My Voice\ Celebrating The Extraordinary Blessings Of Being A Woman. Copyright (c) by Janet Quinn . Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
