I’m looking forward to making a new memory this weekend now that I'm 46. I wrote this after my participation in The Vagina Monologues in February. Please join us this weekend at The Whaling Church Saturday and Sunday at 7:30 p.m. You won't regret it!
With deepEST gratitude to Eve Ensler — dedicated to “The Clitorati”
Memory. . .45 years old
I’m sitting on stage together with powerful women
and their coochie snorchers
and we are separate yet one.
I’m feeling excited and nervous and ready.
I speak, I scream, I moan. . .
but really what I want to do is cry from the intensity of it all.
My heart is so full of emotion:
that a few tears can’t help but seep out of the corners of my eyes and wet my cheeks.
Then later, the next morning,
I feel . . .
tired and bruised,
open and alive
and the full release comes.
I am sobbing in gratitude,
my living breathing
heart and vagina
are mine and yours
and all of us together.
Our connection has lifted me into a kind of heaven.
I love you all!