And I was struck all at once how life was out there going through its regular courses, and I was suspended, waiting, caught in a terrible crevice between living my life and not living it. Sue Monk Kidd More Quotes by Sue Monk Kidd More Quotes From Sue Monk Kidd It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away. Sue Monk Kidd flying soul sound There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful. Sue Monk Kidd careful lost-love song You gotta imagine what's never been. Sue Monk Kidd secret-life imagine bees Until we look from the bottom up we have nothing. Sue Monk Kidd bottom looks The question occurred to me: Well, if that's so, if the Divine is ultimately formless and genderless, what's the big deal? Why all this bother? The bother is because we have no other way of speaking about the Absolute. We need forms and images. Without them we have no way of relating to the Divine. Symbol and image create a universal spiritual language. It's the language the soul understands. Sue Monk Kidd soul spiritual needs I vividly remember the summer of 1964 with its voter registration drives, boiling racial tensions, and the erupting awareness of the cruelty of racism. I was never the same after that summer. Sue Monk Kidd voters racism summer When had my fear of broken plates gotten so grandiose? My desire for extravagant moments so small? Sue Monk Kidd moments broken desire Standing there, I loved myself and I hated myself. That's what the black Mary did to me, made me feel my glory and my shame at the same time. Sue Monk Kidd shame black glory I never know how to give advice to a writer because there's so much you could say, and it's hard to translate your own experience. But of course, I always try. The main thing that I usually end up saying is to read a lot. To read a great deal and to learn from that. Sue Monk Kidd advice trying giving I came to believe that my true identity goes beyond the outer roles I play. It transcends the ego. I came to understand that there is an Authentic 'I' within - an 'I Am,' or divine spark within the soul. Sue Monk Kidd true-identity play believe As an adolescent, I went to charm school, where I learned to pour tea and relate to boys, which, as I recall, meant giving them the pickle jar to unscrew, whether it was too hard for me or not. Sue Monk Kidd giving boys school In the photograph by my bed my mother is perpetually smiling on me. I guess I have forgiven us both, although sometimes in the night my dreams will take me back to the sadness, and I have to wake up and forgive us again. Sue Monk Kidd sadness mother dream In a way, humans are not made of skin and bones as such, as we're made of stories. Sue Monk Kidd skin-and-bones skins stories I can't think of anything I'd rather have more than somebody lovin' me. Sue Monk Kidd i-can thinking In recent years my understanding of God had evolved into increasingly remote abstractions. I'd come to think of God in terms like Divine Reality, the Absolute, or the One who holds us in being. I do believe that God is beyond any form and image, but it has grown clear to me that I need an image in order to relate. I need an image in order to carry on an intimate conversation with what is so vast, amorphous, mysterious, and holy that it becomes ungraspable. I mean, really, how to you become intimate with Divine Reality? Or the Absolute? Sue Monk Kidd mean believe reality Into every life a little rain must fall. Sue Monk Kidd rain inspirational fall The time to assert one's right is when it's denied! Sue Monk Kidd denied The world depends upon the small beating in your heart. Sue Monk Kidd depends heart world A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me. Sue Monk Kidd want writing trying T. Ray said 'Who do you think you are? Julias Shakespeare?' The man sincerely thought that was Shakespeare's first name, and if you think I should have corrected him, you are ignorant about the art of survival. Sue Monk Kidd men art thinking
