A young woman belongs first to herself, for she needs the space to learn whom she is and how her curiosities and passions both direct and build her. After this she can be a great force for good in her community and a blessing to the world.
As a young woman I struggled with the transition from girlhood to becoming objectified in sexual ways by our society. True development comes when we listen to the inner voice, but it when the volume from every other sector of modern society is so loud, that sacred whisper is lost to tragic consequence for half of humanity. Instead of being led from the soul by the divine, we are 'steered' by a culture that has long forgotten what a woman is.
As a young woman I was learning how to become a strong woman, to become a person who is able to take care of myself and others. Yet when there is so much in society and in the media, advertising especially, giving their notions of "perfection," it becomes very challenging to develop naturally, to let your passions explode, to have real confidence and self belief.
A young woman she was, still with the sweetness of girlhood yet stepping with confidence into the shoes of womanhood.
The mittens lay on the radiator, warm and dry. It was where Clara always put them, there with her woollen hat and scarf. They had the look of knitwear that had aged a bit, the once neat rows adorned with lumps and bumps, much like the look of a lamb in spring fields. I don't think I ever saw her in winter without them, and she wore them into spring too, until the weather warmed our skin and called the flowers from the earth. I think she must have liked the feeling of those mittens, something cosy, as if her hand was held and warmed by another. Or maybe it was a hark back to a childhood passed, to the days making snowmen in the backyard. Either way, it was her, beautiful Clara, always looking cosy inside and out.
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