Monday, November 16, 2009


We are bound together, the women of my tree and me, bound by blood and time and history. Bound by the sacrifices, the struggles, the pleasures, the moments of love and hate and lust and longing, which have made up our everyday lives.

I like to think of them around me, surrounding me, looking down on me, on us, looking down on the lives of the women of their blood.

So many have been lost, their names and connections long forgotten, their histories slowly erased from family tales overtaken by the narratives of their men. The only traces left behind are the women of this time and place, both a world away from their own.

While it pains me that I do not know them, will never know of them, I take comfort from having them within me.

Their lives have led me to this time, this body, this woman I am today.


Steph said...

Wow, Minx. This is good stuff. I think I'm going to have to start at the beginning and read up. This is exactly why I don't leave comments on other blogs... you're all too good! I feel dull in comparison. Ah well, something to aspire to I suppose. This entry reminds me of a song by Ani DiFranco - Grand Canyon. I was listening to it just last night. Thanks for stopping by my blog, by the way. I am nowhere near as talented as the rest of you bloggers but I appreciate you taking the time anyway.

Cheeky Minx said...

Thanks for stopping by Steph and for the lovely compliment - I'm glad you like what you see/read.

I think you're being waaayyyy too hard on yourself. I really enjoyed reading your posts and loved the Shit List. Besides we all have our own style and comparing yourself to everyone else out there is a recipe for self-esteem disaster! Keep writing and I'll keep reading...