It’s not surprising for a woman to go underground.
She can’t live out in the open forever, on stage or in the lime light open to all eyes and every public opinion.
No, a must dig down into herself in certain seasons of life to discover what lives there in the silence and curate that for her soul’s delight.
A woman must go away at times to travel and to be alone. To stop her doingness in order to nurture her beingness. A woman must dream and search the sky for her own truth. She must feel and divine the fuse that fuels the flower’s bloom.
A woman must dwell in the long tones of her own voice.
A woman must stop and stop and stop again to survey her own landscape and map her way forward. She must walk to the secret cliff where bees drip their honeycomb from ancient limestone crags and wild pigs root under the massive tree canopy at midnight.
A woman must breathe and sigh and empty. Then pause to dream some more before moving to give to her visions with words, colors, shapes, music and sound.
She must scan the horizon of her own soul, following music that only she can hear in order to hold sacred the one clear pebble of truth she finds there.
~ Devavani Lawrence from her book “Falling off the Moon – poems of transformation”
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Woman Writers’ Retreat with Devavani
October 13 – 17, 2025
@ Little Yosemite Lodge, North Fork, CA
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