Book: Year of grace

I mean... who among us at least once in his life did not want to feel strong? Did not dream in some centuries to feel like the mistress of his fate? Who would we be without it? We hurt each other because that is the only way we are allowed to show anger. Take away the right of choice from a person - and now the fire is igniting inside him. Sometimes it seems to me that we could burn the whole world - and our love, and our rage, and everything that lies somewhere in the middle.

Our views meet. The passion that overwhelms us is so strong that it seems to me that we could burn the whole earth.

My eyes are open and I see everything now.

The magic exists. It's not like I think about it, but if you're willing to open your eyes, open your heart, it will surround you, because it lives in you and only waits to be grasped.

Childbirth is the only time we are allowed to shout, so use it.

Us all, gnawing fear of old age and fear giving birth to husbands sons. Fears, which women do not speak out loud. I saw from their bodies seep out the pain and anger, making to pounce on people like themselves. Saw they are jealous of their own daughters. How I envy the wind, which is free. I think if we cut the inside will be endless maze with many twists and turns, blocked by dams and ending deadlocks. Heart, inside which there are such high walls, can't beat free. But now, surrounded by mother and sisters, I understand that we represent something far greater... even in our small gesture lies a whole world.

Inside each of us there is a place to which they never get, which they do not see. The fire burning in you burning in all of us.

He fear, for my love is eternal.

Your eyes opened you can't see beyond their noses.

We all have wounds, but some are visible while others do not.

My cheeks gives off heat. I used to suspect that the thing in awakening in me the magic, and now understood what it is really. It's the rage.

The crowd yells, demanding blood, my whole body shaking. But I need to calm down. To speak clearly and understandably. To tell the truth. I will not allow them to intimidate me to silence.

So it is easy to conclude that your life is meaningless, purposeless, that it is not more valuable than the trace of the foot on the shore, which soon will be forgotten, because it will wash away during the next storm. But instead of again feel tiny, doesn't matter anything, I feel something different - all takes on new meaning to me. I am no more and no less important than a tiny sprout trying to break out of the ground. Each of us plays a role in this world. And no matter how small the role is, it needs to be played to the end.

When the East rises shrouded in the haze of the sun, we're sitting on the edge of the plateau and zaplatim each other's hair, somehow getting our clothes and RUB the grass scratched boots.
And do not fear that men do not notice we are doing this not for them but for yourself... for women's County & women of the suburb, for young and old, for the wives and workers. Seeing how we're coming home, they'll know what to expect for changes.