“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” ― Frida Kahlo
Thank you. I feel strange sometimes too; bizarre and flawed. Then I remember we all are. We are uniquely strange, and I have decided to drink in my “strangeness”. When I give up the idea that what I say or do has to be appealing to everyone or anyone, I am on my way. I relish that I am beginning to know what enough is in my own life and that my strength as a woman does not come from a single thing outside myself.
Here is a writing I did in 2009 that marked a beginning of my understanding of myself in relation to the whole around me. This is where I made the connection that I did not have to look far to find peace, compassion, power, riches, love, beauty, or myself:
“So much happens at the curve in the driveway. Right there, where the driveway could be straight, yet it curves and opens up to a new view. Right there, is where I can feel the trees whispering, see and hear the chickens rustling in the woods, observe the white cat lounging on the old trailer, watch the goats kick up their heals, or notice that the sky is full of stars. It is an amazing moment of being satisfied and immersed in what is, and without knowing it, letting go of what is coming or going. It is just me and the full and satisfying moment. It is like a breath of fresh air that fills and feeds every part of me, giving me exactly what I need and want, without thought, desire or pursuit. “
Sincerely, Denise Arrell-Rosenquist