With all the unfairness brought about by evil in this life, its hard for most of us to understand that we are part of a story that others have a part in, too. A very big story that has gone on for a very long time and is yet finished. We are a very important part in that story, rather we all have an important part to play whether the actors around us know that or not. So we are here to play that part, but no more. If it is time for us to exit and another actor is cued by birth to enter the stage for their part, we need to recognize that and do all we can to advance that tiny one’s story – not end it because we want our story to go on at the expense of theirs. “The Story” that one that contains all the other little stories is bigger than any one of us. And we must be brave enough and smart enough and humble enough to recognize that. As women, we used to know that. We were guardians of it. That was our privilege. We need to remember that and pass it down. Yes, we die. People die. Women die. Everyday. But that is no reason to become the evil queen in the fairy tale when you should be the brave Princess who is remembered as such. How do you want to be remembered? As the evil queen who killed the child or the brave Princess who gave her life when necessary to protect her child. Since we all die, its all about how we are remembered.
“When we step into the family, by the act of being born, we do step into a world which is incalculable, into a world which has its own strange laws, into a world which could do without us, into a world we have not made. In other words, when we step into the family we step into a fairy-tale.” – G.K. Chesterton