I Am a Woman Finding My Voice
Did I first lose my voice when I
learned not to cry too loud or make too much noise so I didn’t wake up Daddy?
Or was it when I learned that talking in church was a sin (unless it was to a
priest)? Was it the first time I didn’t say what was inside of me because I
didn’t want to make someone mad, or was it the first time that I said what
wasn’t true because I didn’t want to hurt someone’s feelings? No matter now.
Now, I am finding my voice! I am laughing, screaming, crying, and cooing! I am
making delighted sounds and angry sounds. I growl and moan, and I sing and
chant! I offer soft and sweet words of comfort and passion and I speak loud,
clear words of outrage and opposition. I am making holy noise and I am keeping
holy, holy silence. Finding my voice means that I claim my freedom to express
myself. It means that I speak only what is true for me, and that I will never
be silenced again. I
am a woman finding my voice!
From I Am a Woman Finding My Voice: Celebrating
the
Extraordinary Blessings of Being a Woman
By Janet F. Quinn,
Ph.D., R.N.
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