(instead of) Reading….

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  1. I keep hoping that someone will write a book about this time (60s, 70s) that I too was deeply marked by. What I want is not a political analysis, but a book that really brings the reader back to what it felt like, what our hearts said, what our bodies did. You may be the someone I’ve been waiting for, Gayle! Thanks for taking the plunge.
    Interesting place to start from. . . . reading. Lately I’ve been reading books that have been on my shelves unread for years. Interesting to reflect on What If I’d read this then. . .as well as What If I had read instead. . .

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    1. Dear Anita, I’m sure there are thousands of “heart and body” stories that people have to tell about these very powerful politically and personally transformative years. Mine could be one of them; yours could too. It’ll be interesting to see if/when they start getting written. I think a lot of people remember these times with nostalgia, but I think there was also a good bit of trauma in them too. The mix of highs (literal and figurative) and lows (lostness and unkindnesses) is dizzying. Inbetween, somehow, an awful lot of work toward peace and justice got accomplished (and not). I don’t know if/when I’ll be ready to take it on. This year, my Jubilee year, the only writing commitment I’m taking on is to post here every week. Turns out I was right about that. Like my “avatar” Goldilocks would say, not too much and not too little. I’ll probably write more about those times this year, but in essay, not book form. xo, g.

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  2. It’s not too long; I loved reading it and for me so interesting as I was moving from childhood to adolescence at the time you are writing about and trying to see your world through my cloistered and innocent filters. I looked up to you with all my heart and picked up only on all the good you were doing and thought “I’ll never be as smart or as intellectual as you, but I will try” and you were a role model for me in every way during that time. Even though there was some crazy stuff, I did not even see that or was aware of it. You were just cool to me and my big sister.

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    1. Your post brings tears to my eyes. I SO wanted to be that big sister to you, but I felt I never bridged the chasm that was you-living-at-home, (especially knowing how our parents felt about me — highly critical), while I continued trying to hear my own drumbeat of truth, figuring out my life here. I didn’t know you felt all those things about me you just wrote. You were such a dear girl, but shy, quiet. Maybe you communicated that to me then; I don’t remember. It makes me sad I didn’t see you more. I wish I could have been there more for you, but I was pretty lost in the crazy whirl and world of what was going on here. I’m happy that even though I wasn’t there enough for you, that you found your own path to being an amazing, wonderful, and creative person, and that there is mutual love and respect in our now grown up sisterhood. Thank you for writing Terri. xo

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  3. Thanks Gayle,
    I so appreciate that you know how to write and I get to READ it. It made my day….and it’s just starting., and it gives me something to chew on.
    Love you,
    Paul

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    1. Thank YOU Paul! It’s my pleasure, and my challenge, and a relief to have begun putting my thoughts into writing and out into the light of day. I hope you have a great day! xo,g.

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