I listen and read, read and listen. Then, I rest.
I must allow the wisdom to flow in and out of me as if I were a bay and it, the words, a sea sogging me, flooding and filling me. Eventually, my soul will swell with satiation and satisfaction. I must then feast upon space and silence until space and silence surround my soul's every cell. Feast and feast and then sleep and sleep.
Oh how I want to find the babe inside of me - the powerful one unencumbered by culture, external expectations, and the thoughts of others. I want to be that raw, bold, strong wild woman child. I want liberation. And so I listen and read, read and listen.
And then, I rest.
