I began to reacquaint myself with the soft animal object that was my body.
I dug my hands into this strange foreign soil, and I began to grow things. I simply thought about what brought me joy, and I began to cultivate it. I had never thought of myself as being a particularly creative soul, but I discovered that creativity was a wide-ranging affair. Thread by thread, stitch by stitch, I began to knit myself back into being. Filled with images of women creating, women weaving the world into being, I took up knitting. And I found it: there in the old stories of my own native land, I found it. I was simply looking for some sense that women might have worth. Where did she vanish to, this great mother goddess? How did we women become so completely dispossessed? It wasn’t that I wanted to replace a male god with a female god it wasn’t that I wanted to find a religion at all.
“Long before God the Father, there she was – God the Mother.
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