“Gifted women, even as they reclaim their creative lives, even as beautiful things flow from their hands, from their pens, from their bodies, still question whether they are writers, painters, artists, people, real ones. And of course they are real ones even though they might like to bedevil themselves with what constitutes “real.””
“…a tree is real when it is still a seed in the pine cone. An old tree is a real living being. Real is what has life.”Women Who Run With the Wolves – by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D.
There is some amazing stuff in this book. I’ve questioned my “real” myself. “Am I a real writer?” only touches the surface.
If I live simply. If I ONLY read, write, clean, cook, raise my children, love my husband, cherish my close friends, is that a REAL life?
Yes. It is.