… it only takes one voice, at the right pitch, to start an avalanche.” ~ Dianna Hardy
Finding my voice has been akin to a pregnancy.
It all starts with a whisper of an idea. A feather of a thought, no shape or volume. But if it is destined to be here, if it has the thirst for life in it, it will continue to grow.
As it gains strength, it starts manifesting its power, demanding attention until we can no longer ignore it. When the gestation process is nearing its term—it must be released. When the idea is ready, we will know exactly what to do.
Giving birth to a child is a fundamental function of womanhood, as well as a tremendous personal milestone. It is at once the celebration of an intensely intimate event and a participation in the unbreakable cycle of life on Earth.
For me it was the first concrete example of magic in life. It inspired me to ponder the mystery of conception of this particular life, of all life. I felt part of the perpetual process of continuation of our species, an important link in the grand scheme of things, the connecting piece between the past and the future.