When I Was Seven, My Mother Told Me …
We were baptised in incense and droning Sanskrit, sandstone pillars holding us up and our sense of duty - boys lead and work and manage and girls cook and clean and serve. The idols plump, voluptuous, sated, watched with fish eyes as we wended our womanly ways. Choice was not one of the options - we were tied in place by six yards of silk folding and pleating us into submission.
… God Is Everywhere
She came to me in a dream, Shakti sitting on a tiger. There was a pounding in my chest and all my ribs cracked open like an eggshell and she burst out of it. She said the temple is just a building I live in your heart I am your heart you have always been this brave this full of love you have work to do but it is not in the kitchen my daughter my friend - look up from the ground, see the way the stars point. Mount your tiger. It is time.
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