I think there is this intense longing in the heart of a woman to be the anchor for the people around us. Maybe it’s maternal instinct. Maybe it’s our need to control: a by product of the Fall. Maybe it’s just the heroine deep in our hearts that Tolkien knew was there when he wrote his books. The heroes aren’t just the men.
But then there is something haunting I know that even though I say “follow me,” I’ll be an anchor, a river, I want you to find the sea… I can resonate with Emeli’s words…yet.. something whispers in my mind.. there is something else.. a different way..
Instead I long to follow someone else.. up the river.. to the sea… I don’t want to be the guide. I need a lead myself. Who will be brave enough for that task?
Ponderings and a stunning song.
