The awareness of ones self…the familiarity with ones true spirit and ones own being comes with great pain…with immense sacrifice…at times it calls for the sacrifice of all that one has stood for all their lives…at times one lives through years and years of bliss not realizing that it is not sheer bliss but ignorance until one day you find your self facing the mirror of your own soul and then the out pour of questions…where you question not just your self, your actions and your beliefs and convictions but at times the very existence and the meaning of the Almighty.
It is then that begins another journey…which is often times much tougher…a journey of self discovery.
A woman goes through so many different stages of not simply growth but of evolution until she finally faces herself in the mirror and then she begins to question all that she had held sacred until then including her very own existence and the purpose thereof.
By nature, by providence, a woman can feel everything , in the deep recesses of her being…perhaps the folklore that woman or the wild woman spirit, was created or crafted from the skin of the sole of the feet of the all - knowing, is true…for the sole of ones foot is supposedly powered to feel everything it touches or that touches it. Perhaps…or maybe the Almighty, the mother creator desired to create a living being on this earth that could feel and that might in return help preserve.
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