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A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.

Sue Monk Kidd

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Sue Monk Kidd
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: August 12
Novelist
Writer
Sylvester
Georgia
Writing
Trying
Unconscious
Time
Coming
Trust
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You don't have to place your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and all the other things we need to get through life. You can place it right here on your own heart. Your own heart.
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Sometimes, in order to say yes to what matters most, I must say no to good things.
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we need not avoid our active lives, but simply bring to them a new vision and shift of gravity. for in the center we are rooted in god's love. in such a place there is no need for striving and impatience and dashing about seeking approval.
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So I taught Sunday school and brought dishes to all manner of potlucks and tried to adjust the things I heard from the pulpit to my increasingly incongruent faith.
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I realize what a strange in-between place I am in. The Young Woman inside has turned to go, but the Old Woman has not shown up.
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I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.
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I said, If I was a Negro girl- He placed his fingers across my lips so I tasted his saltiness. We can't think of changing our skin, he said. Change the world-that's how we gotta think.
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He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.
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It's your time to live, don't mess it up.
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You can't stop your heart from loving, really -- it's like standing out there in the ocean yelling at the waves to stop.
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Did you know there are thirty-two names for love in one of the Eskimo languages? August said. And we just have this one. We are so limited, you have to use the same word.
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Stopping is a spiritual art. It is the refuge where we drink life in.
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In the photograph by my bed my mother is perpetually smiling on me. I guess I have forgiven us both, although sometimes in the night my dreams will take me back to the sadness, and I have to wake up and forgive us again.
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Rebirth is almost impossible without the darkness.....I tell myself I am experiencing the death of myself as mother, the death of myself as a younger woman -- precious old lives going by the wayside. Of course, I should let myself grieve. To deny the grief is to squander a transforming and radiant possibility.
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We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.
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It only meant that my natural inclination was to draw my energy from within instead of seeking it outside myself, plus my mom was an introvcert, and so were a lot of normal people. The problem was I was shy on top of that. And we all know how the world loves a shy introvert.
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We become what we pay attention to.
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I grew up in the American South and came of age in the 1960s, an incredibly turbulent time. It was as if the seams of American life were being ripped apart with riots and protests.
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I sit in my new room and write everything down. My heart never stops talking.
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Just to be is holy, just to live is a gift.
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