Each month I join a group of women who are using words and images to explore their personal stories. You can follow The Story of Me Project on Instagram.
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May the light be upon me, may I feel it in my bones
That I am enough, I can make anywhere home
My fingers are clenched, my stomach’s in knots
My heart, it is racing, but afraid I am not
P!nk, I Am Here
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The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop, One Art
Each month I join a group of women who are using words and images to explore their personal stories. You can follow The Story of Me Project on Instagram.
“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms or like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for answers. They can not now be given to you because you cannot live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you will need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.”
Ranier Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
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“All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity to being oneself, a wedge shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others … and this self, having shed its attachments, was free for the strangest adventures.”
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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“For now she had not to think of anybody. She could be herself by herself. And that was what she often felt the need of — to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.”
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Each month I join a group of women who are using words and images to explore their personal stories. You can follow The Story of Me Project on Instagram.
"I have seen my sons and daughters, once netted over like fruit in their cots, break the meshes and walk with me, taller than I am, casting shadows on the grass."
Virginia Woolf, The Waves